Page 71 of My Secret Santa Daddies

It's a slow, torturous process as he gently tugs the zipper down, each movement deliberate and achingly slow. His fingertips brush against my bare skin, and I shiver involuntarily as goosebumps erupt on my arms.

Finally, the dress falls to the floor in a heap at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear and bra.

Their dark gazes find mine in the mirror’s reflection and I feel more naked than I ever have before.

“Better?” Wyatt's voice rumbles against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I take a deep, shaky breath, willing my heart to slow down.

“M-much better. Thank you.”

I turn around, cheeks flushed, and meet his gaze head-on. His eyes are dark, unreadable pools in the dim lighting of my room. Cody stands beside him and they both stare at me. Heat coils in my gut. Cody’s finger brushes along my arm, and up to my shoulder.

His hand travels down my arm slowly, tracing the curve of my elbow before slipping underneath to hold my hand. Wyatt steps closer, pressing his body against mine from behind. I can feel the heat of him through my thin bra and panties.

My mouth goes dry, and my breath catches in my throat as they lead me towards the bed. The softness of the mattress greets me as we lower ourselves onto it together.

Wyatt's lips are on my neck, his grip on my wrist firm, but gentle, while Cody's soft hands trail up my thigh. Together, they peel away the last remnants of clothing between us as they begin to explore every inch of my trembling body.

Lost in a haze of sensations and desire, I arch my back, unable to hold back a moan as their lips and hands move in perfect harmony, teasing me until I'm on the brink of madness.

I look into Cody’s eyes as he lowers his head to my breasts. His gaze is filled with a hunger that matches my own. He looks up at me through half-lidded eyes, his tongue flicking out to tease my nipple before taking it into his mouth.

Wyatt's hands slide down to the juncture of my thighs, his fingers teasing me as he explores my wetness.

"God," I moan aloud, lost in the pleasure they provide. "I can't-"

"Shh," Wyatt whispers into my ear, his hand continuing to tease me.

Cody's lips crash against mine, effectively silencing me. The kiss is fierce and possessive. His hands tangle themselves in my hair as he deepens the kiss even more.

Wyatt's fingers enter me with a slow, aching pressure.

I arch my hips against Wyatt's hand, wanting more of this delicious agony they were inflicting upon me.

The week away has me starving for them.

Cody's lips leave mine, trailing down my jawline, his tongue teases the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

Wyatt's fingers work their magic, his touch making me writhe against him. The sensations are overwhelming, and the room spins around me as they tease me mercilessly.

The low moans echoing throughout the room are my own as my body trembles with need.

Cody pulls away from the kiss, and I look at him with hooded eyes, my breathing ragged.

"Are you ready?" Cody whispers against my ear, his voice a low growl.

I nod, unable to form words as Wyatt's fingers continue their slow, teasing motions inside me.

Cody's hand grips my thigh, helping me to my knees on the bed. I lean forward, propping myself up on my elbows as he positions himself behind me. The tip of his hard length presses against my entrance, pushing inch by excruciating inch inside of me.

Wyatt's fingers still work their magic between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit as Cody thrusts into me. Their movements are in perfect sync.

My climax builds within me, growing closer and closer with each thrust.

My head is thrown back, and my eyes are clenched shut as the pleasure overwhelms my senses.

"Open your eyes," Cody growls against my ear.

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