Page 16 of My Secret Santa Daddies

Their hands start to move, and my defenses crumble like the delicate tissue paper that surrounds me—their fingers, lips and tongues are a delicious, sensual blur as they unwrap the bow from my head, pulling away the dress from my skin.

Their fingers are everywhere now—on my breasts, my stomach, between my thighs.

Wyatt cups my breast, his fingers brushing against my hard nipple, and I moan. Cody’s mouth is on my neck, his teeth grazing along my collarbone as he works his way down, lower, lower. And Griffin… Griffin’s warmth is there between my legs, his hand cupping my aching center, massaging me.

“You’re wet for us,” he growls in my ear, and the possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. “How long has it been? How long since you felt this way?”

I can’t answer him; the words won’t come. All I can do is whimper as their fingers and tongues and lips continue to tease and torment me, driving me higher and higher.

I can’t lie still, can’t do anything but arch up into their touches, wanting more, craving more. I feel like I’m unraveling under their combined attention, like I’m going to fly apart at any moment?—

And then, just when I think I can’t take it anymore, they stop.

I whimper in protest as their hands pull away, leaving me aching and empty and on fire all at once.

“Aww,” Cody purrs in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Looks like someone’s been a very naughty girl.”

Wyatt chuckles darkly. “Looks like someone’s been missing us.”

“We missed you, too,” Cody whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Missed this,” he adds, slipping a finger between my legs and inside, finding the heat that pooled there.

“Show us,” Wyatt demands, his voice rough with lust.

And in that moment, any semblance of modesty or restraint I might have once had vanishes like smoke in the wind. I arch into their touches, moaning softly as they continue their sensual assault on my body. Hips bucking, I ride their fingers, desperate for more—desperate for them.

“That’s it, baby,” Wyatt whispers, his voice husky with desire. “Show us how much you missed us.”

And I do. I show them—my moans and whimpers and the way my body responds to their touches giving away all my secrets. I’m so close, so achingly close, but they pull away again, leaving me a quivering, boneless mess.

“Not yet,” Griffin warns, his voice a growl in my ear. “Not until we’re inside you.”

Inside me. The very thought sends a shiver down my spine as they each discard their pants, revealing hard, throbbing erections. My mouth waters as I look at them, at what they could do to me, with me. And oh, God, how I wanted them to.

Griffin is the first one in, his cock thick and throbbing as he eases himself inside me, stretching me in a way that hasn’t happened in years. It feels so good, so right. I moan as he pounds into me, his hips slapping against mine in a delicious rhythm.

It’s all heat. All passionate, deep-hard fucking.

As my toes curl and my orgasm rises, Wyatt moves beside Griffin; his cock sliding into me alongside Griffin’s, the sensation of being filled so completely sends a bolt of white hot pleasure through my entire body. Cody waits his turn, watching us with hungry eyes, his length in his hand, stroking himself as he watches us writhe together.

Then they move—together—taking turns, their thrusts slow and sure, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my body. My moans fill the room, mingling with their low grunts of pleasure as they take what’s theirs. And God help me, I give it to them willingly.

“You feel so good,” Cody pants. “So hot and tight.”

Cody's fingers slide between my legs, finding the swollen nub of my clit as he starts to rub it in circles, his touch both gentle and firm.

The combination of sensations—their cocks inside me, their hands on me, and their lips and tongues on me—it’s all too much. I can’t take it anymore.

“I… I can’t,” I manage to gasp out, my eyes squeezing shut as the world around me spirals.

“That’s it, baby,” Griffin growls in my ear. “Come for us.”

And come I do. My climax rips through me like a tidal wave, crashing over me in wave after wave of blissful pleasure. I arch my back and scream their names as they simultaneously fill me with their hot seed, their moans of release mingling with mine.

And then, without warning, the dream shifts again.

I’m no longer beneath the tree. Instead, I’m in my large four-poster bed, the comforter tangled around my legs as my breath comes in rapid gasps.

Every nerve ending within me tingles.

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