Page 71 of Daddies' Holiday Toy

The fabric of my underwear is moved down over my hips, catching briefly at the curve of my ass before slipping past my thighs, then my knees.

Liam’s knuckles graze the inside of my ankles as he works them the rest of the way off, his touch sparking along my skin even with such a small gesture.

When he tosses them aside, the rush of cooler air makes me shiver.

That chill is gone in an instant though, chased away by the warmth of his body as he moves back up, filling the space between my knees and the couch once again.

His hands trail from my knees inward, coaxing my thighs apart until they’re open for him.

His hands linger there, thumbs brushing against me, then he leans in.

The faint scrape of stubble drags across the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as his mouth follows the same path his fingers traced moments ago.

My breath comes faster.

My spine arches when his mouth gets closer, my body answering before my mind can form words.

And then, soft lips meet mine. The slow, wet stroke of his tongue tasting me.

“Fuck,” I groan.

The couch creaks faintly beneath us, the sound blending with our breathing.

Reece’s shadow cuts out the light above as he leans over me again, his palm braced against the cushion by my head.

His mouth finds mine with no hesitation, his lips warm, tongue slipping past mine in a deep, claiming kiss that has my toes curling against the couch.

The timing is perfect—Liam’s tongue pushing deeper into me at the exact moment Reece’s tongue tangles with mine.

My whole body jolts at the double surge of sensation, pleasure sparking at both ends of me until I’m not sure which to focus on if I even can.

My hands clutch at whatever I can reach, Reece’s shoulder with one, tangling into Liam’s hair with the other, trying to anchor myself while the rest of me is caught in the current.

Reece doesn’t let me break the kiss.

Every time I try to catch my breath, he follows with his mouth, molding back to mine like he’s unwilling to give me even an inch of space.

The way he kisses feels filthy and possessive, keeping me here in his focus so I can’t drift anywhere else.

Liam works between my thighs with the same kind of certainty, but his is less about control and more about indulgence.

He’s relentless, his tongue moving in deep, steady strokes, circling and then dipping again inside my aching hole and finding that perfect rhythm that has my hips rocking without my permission.

My hands tighten around Reece’s shirt, the soft cotton bunching between my fingers.

Finally, Reece pulls back just far enough to let me breathe, his forehead resting against mine.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, that familiar grin of his laced with pure, unfiltered lust.

“I can’t—” I break off with a sharp inhale when Liam’s tongue laps at my clit, his lips curling around it to suck.

My voice slips into a gasp instead of words, my hips jolting from the shock of pleasure rocketing through me.

Reece’s lips twitch faintly while watching me, somewhere between a smirk and a look of satisfaction.

He catches my mouth again, swallowing up the sound.

Liam’s hands are firm on my thighs, holding me in place when I try to move again.