Page 106 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
I let go of his wrist, licking the last of it from my lips, and give him my most innocent look I can manage. “Where else you gonna put it?”
That earns me a low laugh, rougher than before, nothing like the ones from dinner.
His hands drop to his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle echoing in the quiet bakery.
Before I’ve even fully processed the shift, I’m sinking to my knees in front of him, the tile cool beneath me.
My dress tugs tight across my thighs under my coat, but I barely notice it.
He works the button on his slacks with slow precision because he knows I’m watching every move.
The faint rasp of the zipper follows, then he frees himself, thick and flushed, already heavy in his hand.
My mouth goes dry in anticipation.
When he turns slightly, I see the glint of mischief in his eyes right before he dips two fingers back into the tub of whipped cream.
He scoops up a generous amount, then wraps his hand around himself.
The pale swirl coats his length in messy strokes, melting against his heat.
“Right here,” he says.
My lips part without conscious thought, my gaze flicking from his eyes to the slow slide of his hand.
The scent of him mixed with the sweet cream wraps around me as I lean in.
My tongue flicks against him first, tasting the sweet cream before I press my mouth fully to him.
His inhale is audible, sharp, and his free hand moves to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, holding, guiding, letting me set the pace.
The whipped cream is cool and sugary against my tongue, but the taste of him underneath it is what makes my thighs clench together.
Every slow pass of my lips down his cock makes the sugar dissolve, leaving only him and the salty, intoxicating taste.
When I glance up through my lashes, his eyes are locked on me, chest rising a little faster with each pass.
“Holly…”
I don’t stop.
I wrap my hand around the base of him, the slickness from the cream making my grip glide easily.
My mouth works higher up, tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles along the underside of him, lapping up the last of the sugar until there’s nothing left but him on my tongue.
Reece’s thumb brushes against my cheekbone, his touch surprisingly gentle. “You…do something to me, Holly.”
I smile around him before easing back, letting my lips linger just at the tip, tasting the faint sweetness clinging there. “Yeah, well. I feel the same way.”
He chuckles, then his hand slides down to my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Stand up.”
I obey, legs tingling as I rise.
He doesn’t waste time, hands finding my waist, pulling me flush against him so I can feel exactly what I’ve been doing to him.
The heat between us is almost dizzying, making me groan.
One hand pulls my coat apart and slips under my dress, skimming up my side, fingers brushing the curve of my hip. The kiss is messy in the best way. I clutch at the front of his shirt, needing him closer.
