Page 18 of The Players Next Door

"Deacon!" she cries out, and that sound, that plea—it's everything.

"Give it to her, Jax," I grunt against her, my mouth still busy. "Make her feel it."

Jaxon thrusts up hard, and Holly's entire body rocks. She leans forward, bracing herself against the headboard, and I don't let up. Not for a second. I want her to come apart, and I want to watch it happen.

"More," she gasps, and who am I to deny her?

"Always more for you, baby," I promise. My own desire is a living thing, pushing me to take her higher, to give her everything she could possibly want. And right now, all she wants is us—all of us.

Cameron stands at the edge of the bed, his green eyes dark with lust. Holly's gaze locks on him, and she leans towards Cam like a siren luring her willing victims. Her lips part, and she takes him in, her moan vibrating against his length. The sight sends a surge of heat straight to my core.

"Damn, Hol," Cameron groans, his fingers weaving into her blond hair.

I can't help myself. I shove my pants down past my ass and wrap my hand around my cock. Watching Holly work Cameron while I taste her and Jaxon takes her, it's a kind of heaven. My tongue swirls, her hips buck, and her hands clench in my hair. It's wild. It's primal. And it's all for her.

"Has anyone ever taken your sweet little ass, Holly?" I murmur against her pussy.

She hums around Cameron, a sound of pure sin, and nods her head slightly. Jaxon stills behind her, and I know what's coming. He pulls back, and she gasps for air, releasing Cameron from the warmth of her mouth. Her blue eyes are wide, pupils blown, as Jaxon positions himself at her entrance.

"Easy, baby," Jaxon whispers, his voice rough with need.

Her breath catches, and then she's pushing back against him, taking him inch by excruciating inch. I watch the mix of pleasure and surprise dance across her face. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I double down on my efforts, wanting to distract her, to heighten every sensation.

"Deacon..." She doesn't finish, but she doesn't have to. I've got her. We've all got her. And we're not letting go.

Cameron's grip loosens, and he draws back, leaving Holly's lips free. I waste no time. I surge up, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, tasting the mix of Cameron and raw desire on her tongue.

"Can you take it, Holly?" My voice is a growl against her mouth. "My cock slamming into this pretty pink pussy while Jax stretches your tight little ass?"

Her moan vibrates through me, and she nods frantically, her eyes wild with lust. "Please, yes."

I don't wait for another word. I line myself up and thrust into her, groaning at the tightness that swallows me whole. She's wet, hot, and clenching around me like a vice.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I grunt, finding my rhythm. I glance at Cameron, his green eyes dark with need. "Cam, give her your cock. She wants it."

Holly reaches for him, her small hand wrapping around his shaft, guiding him to her waiting mouth. I can't stop the primal surge of possessiveness that rips through me as she takes him in, sucking hard.

"Good girl," I praise, my hips snapping forward relentlessly. Every time I drive into her, I push her onto Cameron's dick. Jaxon matches me stroke for stroke, creating a rhythm that has us all spiraling toward the edge.

"Please..." she mumbles around Cameron, her voice muffled but filled with pleasure.

"Take it all, Holly," I demand, my fingers digging into her hips. "Every inch, every thrust. You're ours."

My hips slam into Holly, hard and fast. The slick heat of her surrounds me. She's heaven and sin, all wrapped up in a perfect package that clenches around me like she never wants to let go.

"Please..." Her voice is a breathless whisper, a siren's call that pulls me deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

"Fuck, Holly," I manage to grunt out between thrusts. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, a testament to the raw, unfiltered desire we're drowning in.

Jaxon's hands grip her waist from beneath, guiding her down onto him with every upward push. He's silent, but his eyes blaze with an intensity that speaks volumes.

"Come for us, Hol," Cameron murmurs, his voice strained as he watches her lips envelop him once more.

Her body tenses, and then I feel the ripple of her orgasm tear through her, triggering my own release. It crashes over me, a wave of pure bliss that obliterates thought, time and reason.

"God, yes..." I groan as I spill myself into her, my vision blurring with the force of my orgasm. Jaxon follows, his own groan muffled by the sounds of our collective climax.

And then there's silence, save for the panting breaths and the pounding of my heart. As the haze of ecstasy slowly fades, a single thought anchors itself in my mind. What would it be like to have this all the time? To truly have Holly?

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