Page 75 of The Naughty or Nice Deal

I can hear the challenge in his tone, and it sparks something competitive inside me. I nod again, then start to move with more intention, bouncing slightly as I take him deeper with each movement. My confidence grows as pleasure builds inside me, my pussy stretching to accommodate him as I watch his face contort with arousal.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, his hands guiding my movements. “So tight and perfect. Take it all, baby. I know you can, my cock-hungry girl.”

I work myself down his length inch by inch until finally, finally, he’s buried inside me. We both make a sound as I go still for a moment, and I feel a surge of pride at having somehow managed to take his massive cock. My clit throbs, pressed against his pelvis at this angle as I settle fully onto him.

“There’s my good girl,” he breathes. “Now tell me, how does that feel?”

“Amazing.” I rock back and forth experimentally and moan at the sensation. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full. It’s… perfect.”

I start to lose myself in the rhythm, in the friction of his cock moving inside me. My head falls back as pleasure rises higher and higher, and I can feel myself getting close to the edge.

“That’s it, baby.” Hayden swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Ride me just like that. You look so fucking beautiful taking all of me.”

The praise makes me move faster, chasing the orgasm I can feel building. The filthy sounds of our fucking fill the room, mixing with our harsh breathing and soft moans. I’m so close, so incredibly close⁠—

But then the soft sound of the door opening penetrates my mind through the haze of pleasure.

My heart stutters, nearly stopping in my chest.

Oh shit. We never locked it.

I freeze mid-movement, still impaled on Hayden’s cock, and look up in horror to see Ford standing in the doorway.

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My breath freezes in my lungs.

Every muscle in my body goes rigid as I stare at Ford, who’s standing in the doorway wearing a Santa hat that somehow makes him look both ridiculous and devastatingly handsome at the same time. My mind races with a thousand thoughts at once.

Should I feel guilty? But—why? I’m not really his fiancée.

But some part of me still feels like I’ve been caught red-handed. Like he’s going to be furious with me. Like this perfect moment is about to shatter into a million pieces.

“Ford, I didn’t—” I start, then break off. How do you explain being caught fucking your fake fiancé’s best friend? There’s no spin that makes this look innocent.

He arches a brow and leans against the doorframe with casual elegance that makes my stomach flutter despite my rising panic.

“Don’t stop.”

I open my mouth to speak again, thinking that’s what he meant—to not stop talking. But he shakes his head, something dark and hungry flickering in his ice-blue eyes.

“I said don’t stop. Let me see you ride him, Spitfire.” His voice is low and commanding, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re doing a damn good job of it.”

My stomach swoops.

Holy shit, what did he just say?

The approval in his voice, the way he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, makes my head spin. I expected anger, jealousy, maybe even hurt. Not this heated appreciation that makes my skin burn.

As if sensing my confusion, Hayden grips my hips and lifts me slightly before bringing me back down on his cock, making me moan as he fills me again. Heat explodes through my core, and I start to move again, grinding and rocking and bouncing, my eyes still locked with Ford’s as I fuck myself on Hayden’s length.

The weight of Ford’s gaze makes me feel vulnerable and powerful all at once. There’s something so fucking hot about being watched like this.

Hayden pinches my nipples through my bra, making me gasp and look down at him.

“Show him how good I’m making you feel,” he says, his voice gruff with arousal and something else—pride, I think. Like he wants to show off how perfectly I respond to his touch, how well I take his cock, how thoroughly he’s claimed me.