A Very Daddy Christmas (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems)

Chapter 25

25

Cora

I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror before going into the living room.

This black sequin dress hugs me in all the right places. Kudos to Eva for helping me pick it out the other day. It gives me a much-needed confidence boost along with the powdered pink bra and crotchless panties I’m wearing underneath, the black lacquer pumps sealing the deal. It’s festive but also stylish, and it’s been a while since I’ve found the energy to pull myself together like this. I love the girl smiling back at me.

“There she is,” Waylan exclaims as I enter the living room.

“Stunning and then some,” Sebastian adds, a devilish smile testing his lips.

The three of them get up from a fully prepared table. Riggs pulls a chair out for me. “You’re not lifting a damn finger tonight, Miss Levine.”

“When did you do all of this? I thought I was cooking,” I say, surprised.

“While you were at the bakery. And you’re not cooking today. Today you rest. We’re serving you tonight.”

They picked up a few details from my usual settings, and it only makes me love them even more. The center of the table holds a steaming roast with potatoes and carrots, generously smothered in butter and rubbed with a variety of French herbs. The flavors rise from the platters and mingle in my nostrils, making my mouth water.

“You guys did an incredible job,” I say as my gentlemen take their seats. “Everything looks ridiculously yummy.”

We dig into the meal, and I’m surprised by how tender and delicious it is. The guys have outdone themselves. We enjoy the good food and good conversation.

“Are you sure you don’t want any of this Vermentino?” Sebastian asks as he refills glasses around the table. The conversation is flowing and so is the wine. “This particular label has more of those grapefruit notes you like.”

“I’m not really in the mood for alcohol tonight,” I reply with a soft smile.

Riggs and Waylan clear most of the table to make room for dessert. Sebastian takes advantage of the moment and pulls his chair closer to mine.

“How are you feeling?” he asks me, his voice low and soft.

“I’m good, I promise. I’m just tired. Adjusting to this new reality where we actually won. Honestly, I still can’t believe we survived the deadline.”

“I’ll bet,” he chuckles. “Eva? How is she taking it?”

“She’s practically delirious,” I tell him. “Today has been a haze, a total haze. We made Daddy’s favorite pies, we laughed, we chugged all the hot chocolate we could chug… I think she’s as shocked about this conclusion as I am.”

“You’re used to struggling, aren’t you?”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” I laugh. “We grew up paying rent. Our parents devoted most of their financial resources into raising us and keeping the bakery open. Home ownership was something they always wanted, but they didn’t want to owe anything to any bank. Which, in hindsight, I kind of understand.”

Sebastian nods.

“Eva and I always agreed we’d rather pay rent until we’d be able to afford homes of our own.”

He gives me a curious look. “What about that money she had saved up? She could’ve bought a house for her family with that. Easily.”

“She could’ve. But much like our parents before us, she kept it for the bakery. I guess it was her way of carrying out our father’s legacy. Raising her daughters mattered more than having her name on a house deed. Funny enough, she always says I’m a lot like Daddy, but if we look at her life decisions, Eva’s more like him than I’ll ever be.”

Riggs smiles as he comes in with the pies I baked yesterday. “I reheated these in the oven for a few minutes, my darling, as per your instructions.”

I smile back as I watch the dessert service unfold before my sparkling eyes. Waylan brings the plates and the dainty silver cutlery, while Riggs sets the pies on the table, adding dollops of whipped cream and ice cream on top.

“Gosh, they smell amazing,” I whisper.

Riggs reclaims his seat to my left. “You smell even better,” he says, then leans in and takes a deep breath, sniffing the side of my neck and sending playful shivers down my spine. “I really can’t decide which dessert I want first. The pies, or you.”

“We could try both,” Waylan wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh.

“I really want to see how the pies turned out first,” I say.

One of the things I love most about Sebastian, Waylan, and Riggs is that they let me take my sweet time. Always. There’s never any pressure, no rush. There is, of course, a silent yet raging hunger that thickens the air between us, but they’re in perfect control of their impulses.

These are men who put in more hours than most into their work, earning the kind of success they truly desire. Men who rearrange their lives and their habits around a sweet boy like Dario because they want him to have a stable family.

Men I have fallen deeply and irreversibly in love with.

Once I’m sated and smiling like the Cheshire cat, they escort me away from the table and upstairs into Sebastian’s bedroom. No words are spoken as the anticipation rises, the passion and need heavy and smoldering in our eyes. I stand still in the middle of the room, watching as my men slowly remove their clothes.

The tweed jackets and crisp beige shirts come off first.

Then the belts with their sturdy brass belt buckles, followed by the pants.

Not a word is spoken, yet so much is said through the glances we exchange.

I hold my breath, feeling the heat gather between my legs once they’re naked and gloriously hung before me. Licking my lips, I can’t help but smile as I admire them.

“The best Christmas present is right here,” I say, my voice but a whisper.

Sebastian’s muscles are superbly sculpted, his tattoos covering most of his combat scars. I love the way the shadow and light dance in black ink all over his chiseled arms while his piercing blue eyes begin to undress me long before I reach for the zipper at the back of my dress.

“I could say the same about you,” he says and takes a step closer.

Riggs comes over with the dusty pink babydoll that was part of the lingerie set they gave me last night. “Off with the dress, but keep the heels on, darlin’,” he says, handing it over.

“Yes sir,” I happily oblige, then peel the dress off my body while I admire Riggs in this dim, golden light. It brings out the specks of silver in his blonde hair, and it casts a soft glow over his tanned, ripped torso, sandy curls scattered across his strong chest.

His cock twitches with desire, veins throbbing along the shaft.

I want to taste him so badly.

The dress is off, and the babydoll is on.

“Slowly, turn around,” Waylan says, already stroking himself as he lovingly admires me. “I want to see all of you, baby.”

“Happily, sir,” I reply and do a 360-degree turn, counting the seconds before I’m facing them again.

“Part your legs,” Sebastian commands me.

Without hesitation, I oblige, and he kneels before me. Our gazes are locked as he devours my wet pussy. “Oh, wow,” I manage as Waylan and Riggs flank me, their hands traveling up and down my body in reckless exploration.

Their fingers brush over the dusty pink lace and my skin with equal enthusiasm, registering every inch of me as they take turns kissing my lips, while Sebastian’s capable tongue slides between my slick folds. He suckles my clit as I swing my hips in a steady rocking motion, meeting each lap of his tongue.

“You taste like heaven,” I hear him say, while Waylan trails wet kisses down the side of my neck and Riggs tugs at the lace of my bra, releasing one nipple for him to shamelessly tease.

I moan as the tension builds up in my core.

Sebastian brings two fingers to my center, teasing and probing my entrance. He curls them with every retreat as he sucks my swollen nub harder until I can’t take it anymore.

Riggs nibbles on my nipple, teeth grazing, Waylan doing the same to my other breast. They fondle and squeeze, lick and kiss, suckle and bite until every nerve ending in my body comes alive.

“Oh, God, don’t stop!” I cry out, holding on to Waylan’s and Riggs’s muscular shoulders while Sebastian finger-fucks and eats me into the sweetest insanity.

I fall off the edge of the world and come hard, shaking and moaning and begging for more as Sebastian squeezes every drop of my orgasm, drinking me as I ride the wave into absolute nothingness. It takes a while for me to descend from the heavens, but they happily wait.

They wait until I open my eyes and breathe a heavy sigh.

“I want a dessert of my own,” I tell my men and motion for Sebastian to get up.

Smiling, he obliges, and I peer into their hooded eyes as I kneel and beckon for them to serve me. Three magnificent cocks throb against my lips, and I take turns sucking and licking each, stroking their full, glorious lengths with both hands. I taste the salty pre-cum and let them slide down my throat, squeezing the base and fondling their rock-hard balls as I listen to the sounds of their ragged breaths intensifying.

I feel the veins swelling against my tongue with each slow thrust.

I relax the back of my throat as I let Sebastian glide deeper. Then Riggs. Then Waylan.

“Come up before I lose my fucking mind,” Waylan snaps and pulls me back on my feet. I’m soft in his hold, my knees quivering with excitement. “You’re riding me first, baby.”

“Gladly.”

I straddle him on the edge of the bed, his fingers digging into my butt cheeks.

Riggs removes my bra, my full and tender breasts bouncing with gratitude as Waylan spears me with his full length. Sebastian gets behind me and joins him inside, while Riggs climbs on the bed and slides his thick cock in my mouth. I welcome all three, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks.

These crotchless panties are a game-changer, making me feel like the naughtiest little thing. I’m the queen of their spicy fantasies, getting drunk with a whole new kind of power as I ride Waylan while Sebastian rams into me, harder and faster.

My pussy stretches in wonderful agony as they fill me, as they split me in half and take me, harder and faster.

Riggs holds me by the chin and fucks my throat.

I can barely breathe, but I don’t want them to stop.

I come hard, holding on to Riggs’s linebacker thighs as Sebastian slaps my ass. The sting translates into a devastating orgasm.

Ripples blow through me.

I come again. “Harder, please!” I scream, and my men gladly oblige. Riggs pulls me back and slides his cock down my throat. One thrust. Then a second. At the third, I look into his eyes and lose myself in those dark pools as he explodes with a hard grunt.

I feel him pulsating in sheer ecstasy.

I taste the cum on my tongue, then feel it gliding down. Swallowing every drop, I smile in a delirious haze as Sebastian smacks my ass with one hand and grabs a handful of my hair with the other, yanking my head back.

He comes second, shooting his seed deep inside me. Waylan grunts like a beast, planting his feet into the mattress as he lets loose and fucks me into oblivion.

“Fucking hell, Cora!” he snarls as he comes, my pussy filled to perfection.

Sweat drips down my body as Sebastian gives me his last few thrusts, kissing my shoulder while his fingers squeeze and pinch my generous hips. I’m stuck somewhere up in the heavens. All I can see are the eyes of my men. I smell their sweat and desire. I taste them and revel in their presence.

“I’ve missed this,” I breathe, melting into the wonderful afterglow, my tender pussy still grinding against Waylan’s hot groin. “I’ve missed this so much.”

“We’re nowhere near done, baby,” Sebastian whispers.

I believe him.

I couldn’t think of a better way to end this whole nightmare but in the company of the men who ultimately helped me through it.