Page 88 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
Right now, I don’t want him to either.
All I want is for him to sink that thick length inside me.
The heaviness of him over me, the smell of his body, and his shallow breath is enough to make me forget my own name.
Finally, his eyes blink open, heavy-lidded and unfocused at first.
Then they sharpen as recognition floods in, his expression shifting from sleepy to startled.
“Holly…” His voice is hoarse.
He starts to pull back.
My nails quickly dig into the curve of his hips, holding him there before he can retreat.
My heart is pounding, but I can’t let him leave this moment, not when I’m so damn close to him slipping inside.
I want—no,needhim.
“Don’t,” I breathe, my voice breaking on the word.
He hesitates, eyes locked on mine. I press my hips up into his, feeling him right there, almost where I want him most.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Please, Jack?”
For a long, suspended moment, he just stares at me.
His jaw works, chewing over a dozen things he clearly wants to say. His grip on my hips is tight enough to keep me still, but I can feel the tremor in his hands, fighting himself every second.
Finally, after what feels like forever, the fight starts to slip.
His head dips, his mouth brushing mine in the lightest, most testing kiss.
So soft it almost doesn’t feel real at all.
But the second I kiss him back, he breaks. The hesitation in him shatters completely.
His hands slide down, gripping the backs of my thighs and pushing them open more until I’m spread wide for him.
The blunt head of his cock nudges at me again, harder this time, past the point of pretending he’s going to stop.
“You sure you know what you’re asking for?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Yes,” I breathe, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’ve never been more sure.”
He pushes forward, the slow, inexorable stretch of him filling me inch by inch until I’m gasping into his neck.
My legs wrap around his hips, pulling him in deeper, refusing to let him go.
The cock is overwhelming, his size almost too much, but it’s also exactly what I’ve been craving.
Jack sets a steady, deep rhythm, his body rocking into mine with a controlled force that has my toes curling.
He doesn’t look away from me, not once, his gaze locked like he’s daring me to break first.
Every thrust is a statement, a brand burned into my skin that says:you wanted this, now take it.
“Jack…” My voice is already wrecked, but I can’t stop saying his name.
