Page 74 of Daddies' Holiday Toy

Liam grips my chin and tilts my head up to lean against the armrest, his gaze locking on mine with a spark of something cocky and hungry all at once. “Open.”

I do.

He slides into my mouth with a groan that goes straight through me.

His fingers thread into my hair, holding me still just like Reece did. His hips press forward, the combined taste of him and myself filling my tongue.

At the same time, Reece sinks down onto the couch between my legs.

His long fingers grip my waist, tugging my hips up until I feel the blunt head of his cock notch against my entrance.

He doesn’t wait long, one firm thrust and he’s burying himself deep inside me, the stretch making my legs shake.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, low and ragged. “Both ends of you are so fucking perfect.”

The push-pull of their movements has me rocking between them all over again.

My eyes flick toward Jack and what I see makes my pulse stutter.

He’s leaned forward now, his hand, working slow and deliberate over the obvious strain in his jeans.

His gaze isn’t angry like it had been last time.

Now he looks at me withhungerthat’s barely being held back.

Liam notices the glance, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, letting out a deep chuckle.

“You watching, Jack?” His tone is taunting, almost daring.

Reece’s thrusts pick up just enough to make me moan around Liam, and the sound seems to snap some invisible thread in the room.

Reece’s pace grows rougher, more insistent, each thrust making me jolt back and take Liam deeper.

My fingers claw at the couch cushions just to keep myself steady, but it’s useless, the rhythm between them is perfectly relentless.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Reece groans, his grip on my hips tightening until it’s almost bruising. “She’sdrippingfor us.”

“That’s because she likes an audience.” His gaze cuts toward Jack for a fraction of a second before finding mine again. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

The muffled moan that escapes me is enough to make them both curse under their breath.

My spine arches, the tension coiling in my belly so tight I’m seconds from snapping.

“Oh, she’s close,” Reece pants, his hips snapping forward in a way that makes my thighs tremble. “I can feel her…fuck.”

Liam’s hand cups the back of my head, guiding me harder, deeper, his breathing rough.

“Come for us, Holly. Now.”

It’s the command, the tone, and maybe even the fact that Jack is still there watching us that finally shoves me over the edge.

The climax rips through me in a shuddering wave, my cry muffled around Liam but still loud enough to echo in the cabin.

My whole body seizes, pulsing around Reece’s cock as he drives into me a few more times before groaning, his rhythm faltering as he comes too.

Liam’s hips stutter next, his grip tightening in my hair, then he pulls back just enough to spill across my tongue, his low, satisfied moan vibrating through me.

I’m panting, shaky from the aftershocks still rolling through me as they both ease away.