Page 59 of Daddies' Holiday Toy

The strokes start slow at first while I savor the weight of him finally in my hand.

My thumb drags across the head, slick with pre-come, before I lean in and take him into my mouth.

The taste is inviting and I hum around him, the vibration pulling another low groan from his chest.

His hand finds my hair, fingers threading through it before gripping tight, not exactly forcing me down but guiding, pressing me deeper inch by inch once my throat opens.

I take him slow, unhurried, feeling every stretch until my eyes water and my lungs burn from lack of air.

I pull back only far enough to draw in a shaky breath, my lips dragging along the length of him before I sink down again, swallowing the groan he can’t hold back.

His thumb grazes my cheek, tracing the hollow that forms there when I close my lips tight around him.

His hips flex once in a restrained roll, but I feel the tremor in his thighs, watching the way his body is fighting to keep that control.

Each pass is a little deeper, a little faster, until his breath grows ragged.

He’s getting close.

I can feel it in how he swells in my mouth, the faint pulse of the vein running up him pressing against my tongue.

That’s when the sound hits—voices coming faintly from the landing while two sets of footsteps climb up to the front door.

Liam’s grip in my hair tightens, and I know I should stop.

I should pull back, stand up, and put some distance between us before the door swings open and we’re busted.

But the danger makes something reckless flare up inside me.

Instead, I hollow my cheeks again and take him deeper still, until my nose nearly brushes his stomach and the heat of twitching cock fills my throat.

His hand fists tighter in my hair, his hips jerking from being one second from losing it.

“Shit,” he mumbles. “Almost there, sweetheart. Just a little more…”

I whine around him, my own sex throbbing.

I’m right on the edge too, right alongside his breath growing sharp and uneven above me.

Every muscle drawn tight like a bowstring as he fights to remain in control and not take over and bury his cock down my throat.

A laugh echoes through the door, close enough that I know they’re seconds from opening it.

“Fuck, Holly—” Liam growls, almost pained.

I swallow around him and he breaks, hips jerking once hard as his whole body goes rigid.

He comes with a strangled groan that he tries and fails to bite back.

The taste floods my tongue, hot and salty.

I keep going, drawing it out while sucking him, my lips milking every last shudder from him until his hand tugs insistently at my hair, urging me up.

The cabin door creaks open.

“Honey, we’re home!” Reece calls out.

I swipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I get to my feet.