Page 84 of Daddies' Holiday Toy

His hands grip my thighs and push them wider when he lies down on his stomach, his eyes locked on the slick heat between my legs still dripping from Liam’s careful torture.

The first brush of his tongue makes my entire body jolt, my fingers curling hard into the sheets. “Oh,fuck.”

He works me with the same confidence Liam had yesterday, but his mouth is hotter, wetter, and way more relentless.

He doesn’t shy away from the mess I make, his tongue circling my clit before diving lower, lapping into me like he can’t get enough.

My thighs knock further apart, needing him deeper, harder.

Liam’s mouth is right by my ear now, his breath hot as he murmurs, “That’s it…let him taste how bad you want it.”

His hands tighten around my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I’m arching into both of them at once.

I can’t tell if they’ve done this kind of thing before or if they’re just that good at reading me.

It feels like they’ve learned every single one of my buttons in record time and are pushing all of them at once.

I can feel the orgasm building fast, my whole body tensing in anticipation.

My hands shoot out, one gripping Liam’s forearm, the other tangling in Reece’s hair to keep him right where I need him.

I’m right there on the edge and I know if they keep this up for even another second, I’m going to come so hard I won’t be able to stop shaking.

That’s when it happens—a subtle prickle at the back of my neck that I nearly miss.

My eyes flutter open, sudden distraction enough to starve off my orgasm for one more desperate moment.

I turn to the right and nearly freeze at what I find there.

Jack.

Leaning against the frame like he’s been there the entire time.

His warning about not letting myself fall back into Liam and Reece having me again rings in my head, loud and clear.

Jack’s eyes are molten, tracking every movement we make.

I know he must be pissed, but the sight of him does something to me.

Liam notices my shift in focus and glances over his shoulder.

His smirk is slow, knowing, before he leans back down to murmur in my ear.

“Don’t look away from him when you come. He should see how good you look.”

God help me, I don’t.

Jack doesn’t move.

He stays right where he is, arms folded over his chest, daring me to do exactly what Liam’s telling me to.

“Oh…oh, fuck…!” The sound rips out of me, raw and desperate.

“Let go,” Liam orders. “Come for us, Holly. Let him see you.”

That’s all it takes.

My spine bows, my fingers clutching at Reece’s hair and Liam’s forearm as the orgasm tears through me.