Page 154 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
He squeezes them, tugging them toward his mouth to press his lips over the knuckles.
He soon pulls my mouth away from Jack’s for just a moment, stealing a kiss of his own.
This one is slower, deeper, his tongue brushing mine in a way that makes my body threaten to give out.
Jack’s hands are on my waist, sliding up under my shirt, his thumbs sweeping over bare skin.
Liam’s already unbuttoning my jeans from behind, pressing soft kisses to the nape of my neck, while Reece pulls back to watch me with that dark, steady gaze that always makes my breath hitch.
“You ready?” Jack asks.
“I need you. All of you.” My voice cracks. “Please.”
That’s all it takes.
They strip me slow, savoring it like they’re unwrapping something precious, a gift, kissing whatever skin they uncover.
My shoulder, my stomach, the curve of my hip.
Liam’s fingers trail over my belly and linger there, his palm flat over the small swell that’s not even visible yet but still there in my head.
His eyes meet mine, something unreadable passing between us, before he kisses the spot gently.
I let out a soft groan.
Their clothes start hitting the floor.
I run my hands over familiar skin: the plains of Reece’s chest, the ridges of Jack’s stomach, the strong lines of Liam’s arms.
It’s intoxicating, the heat of them, the way they smell, the way they look at me like they’ve been half-dead without this.
I have too.
The first touch between my legs makes me shiver, and I arch into it while fingers work me slowly, rubbing circles into my clit then sliding between my folds, down to where my aching hole clenches around nothing.
Jack’s mouth finds mine again as Reece’s fingers slide around my pussy, teasing me until my body bucks up to chase after the sensations.
Liam’s lips trail down my neck, over my collarbone, his hands coming up to cup my breasts and squeeze.
They take their time, touching me like they’re relearning every inch of my body, reminding me I’m more than the gossip that’s circulating the town, that I’m more than the judgment that’s been thrown my way.
I’mtheirs.
When Jack finally lays me back against the pillows, Reece kneels between my knees, his hands sliding up the insides of my thighs.
“We’re going to take care of you.”
He says it like it’s a vow.
And, oh god, they do.
Reece is the first inside me, slow and steady, his gaze locked on mine while Jack kisses the side of my face, lying next to me, and Liam strokes my hair on my other side.
Every thrust inside me has me gasping, my nails digging into Reece’s hips.
When I come around him, he murmurs,“Good girl,”and kisses me deep before easing out.
Jack takes his place next, his thrusts more desperate, making the bed creak.
