Page 34 of A Very Daddy Christmas

“All of you,” I manage, a second orgasm building inside me.

Sebastian grins and bites his lower lip. He knows it’s coming, so he goes harder, my clit rubbing against his groin as my hips sway in response. Back and forth while Riggs fucks me deeper from behind. His hand comes down, and every smack he delivers releases a honey-like sting that further fuels this growing frenzy.

The air crackles with electricity as I stroke Waylan’s cock with both hands, eagerly suckling his tip, desperate to feel his release.

“Fuck, Cora!” Waylan snarls and goes all the way in.

His cock bulges, thickening as he comes, shooting down my throat. The veins twitch against my tongue, and I welcome every single drop as Riggs and Sebastian pound into me, harder… faster… until they both explode.

I come with them, unraveling and falling apart into a million little pieces.

“You’re incredible, Cora,” Waylan says as he bends down to kiss me.

“Perfect, fucking perfect,” Riggs says, panting as he leans in and plants wet kisses along my spine. His hands caress myreddened buttocks, layering tenderness where he delivered the most wonderful spanks.

“I cannot believe this,” I say, coming down from the greatest fucking haze I’ve ever experienced. My core still hums. My pussy aches gloriously, still filled with two men.

“You were made for us, you realize that, right?” Sebastian asks, lovingly kissing and licking my breasts. “And tonight is far from over.”

Far from over it should be, because my appetite barely got stirred.

I lay on top of Sebastian for a while, as Waylan and Riggs flank us and kiss every inch of my skin. I feel their fingers running through my hair, drawing invisible lines along my curves and exploring my body as we melt into the starry afterglow.

The monitor is quiet.

My senses simmer as I brace myself for what comes next when I feel Waylan shifting away from me. “We need a hot shower,” he says, taking my hand.

“Yes, sir,” I giggle, knowing our next stop is round two. This time I’m guessing Waylan will want to conquer my pussy first.

I find comfort in the way he holds my hand, in the way he guides me into the ensuite bathroom. I find security in Riggs and Sebastian coming up from behind and joining us under the hot water stream.

And I find bliss when Waylan spears me with his full length, pressing me against the cool marble wall, then fucks me into the next world while Riggs strokes my clit and Sebastian’s mouth makes sweet love to mine.

This is crazy.

But I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

9

Cora

As the days go by, our connection grows stronger, and not just physically. While I look after Dario and handle my family’s bakery, navigating the weeks before Christmas as smoothly as possible across difficult waters, I find myself falling for these men.

I need to stop it, but I can’t. It would never work in the long term. I feel happy and safe when I’m with them, and I find comfort in every single message they send me during the day when we’re apart. It’s a dangerous curve I’m sliding around because I know it can’t last.

All three men are the total package; any woman would be lucky to have any one of them.

“Miss, I don’t understand,” I hear Eva say to a customer as I walk into the bakery early one morning, eager to get my claws on a double shot of espresso. I’m deliciously sore from the previous night’s lovemaking and unable to wipe the delighted grin from my face as I greet them.

“Good morning!” I quip, beaming like the sun. It’s a disturbing contrast compared to the sour looks greeting me.

A couple of customers are enjoying coffee and croissants at one of the corner tables. But the lady in front of the till appears to be angry while my sister looks alarmed and irritated. I look around; the vandalized display cases have been replaced. We had to choose cheaper ones, but the place is back to normal. However, the woman looks as if she’s seen a rat run across the pastries.

“What’s going on here?” I calmly ask, trying to keep my smile on.

The lady gives me a nasty look, lips twisted with disgust. “What’s going on is that I got one hell of a case of food poisoning from your garbage pastries!” she declares, loud enough for the other customers to hear.

“Oh, dear,” I blurt out, my mind instantly going into damage control.

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