Dirty Daddies(65)

“Call him Daddy,” Jack growls, and I choke in surprise. “Call him Daddy fucking Michael and tell him how deep you want him down your pretty little throat.”

Michael pulls out, but not all the way. The head of him is still in my mouth as he lifts my dirty, wet face up enough that I can look at them both.

“Do it,” Jack says, and brushes his thumb over my clit as he pounds me. “It’ll sound even fucking dirtier with his dick in your mouth.”

My senses are on fire, my stomach in knots as my clit goes fucking crazy.

They’re right inside me, not just in my body but in my mind, too.

And we’re right on the edge. Right on the edge of toppling over forever, once I say it I’ll never go back, I’ll never be able to go back.

“Daddy,” I gurgle with Michael’s swollen dick between my lips.

“That’s it,” Jack says as my body betrays my secrets. My toes curl, my whole body trembling as I lose control. “Again,” Jack growls, and I’m done. All in for everything.

“Daddy Michael,” I whimper. “Love me, Daddy Michael, please.”

Thick globs of cum splatter my tongue as Michael swears under his breath.

I cry out as my own orgasm rushes through me, and Jack’s on his way too, I feel it in his thrusts.

“And me,” he growls. “Fucking say it.”

I look him right in the eye, knowing I’ll love him forever, no matter what.

“Daddy Jack,” I whisper.

And he comes inside me.





Chapter Twenty-One





Jack



Not once in all the sex I’ve ever had, have I ever shot my load deep inside a woman’s pussy, no matter what contraceptives they’ve been using.

Commitment scares the shit out of me.

But here, still catching my breath with my cock throbbing between Carrie’s spread thighs, there’s nothing more thrilling than watching my cum dribble out of that tight little cunt of hers.

The fact that Michael’s is in there too, and certainly smeared all over my dick, matters to me surprisingly little. I feel like I’ve conquered the fucking world.

I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me – fuck, to either of us – but I like it.

I just hope Michael does too.

“Are you okay?” I ask Carrie as her breathing calms.

She nods. Smiles. Giggles a giggle that barely sounds like her.

It’s light.

Free.

“I’m great,” she says.

She slides a hand down her belly, palming her swollen clit before dipping a finger inside herself.

“I’m full of you,” she says, piercing eyes right on mine. She looks up at Michael after me. “Both of you.”

I’d stare at that dripping pussy forever, but she lifts herself up to sit between us.

I was fucking livid when she traipsed mud all over my cushions, but cum smears I can live with all day long.

I feel surprisingly mute on the topic of contraception. The urge to dash out to the chemist for a morning after pill is non-existent.

The Carrie Wells effect. Michael wasn’t joking when he said she sucks you in deep.

I look over at him, focusing on his face and not the dick he’s holding absentmindedly. He looks as spaced out as I feel.

“You alright?” I ask, and his eyes clear.

Carrie reaches out for him, tugging on his arm until he settles at her side. She nestles into the crook of his shoulder, her cheek against his clammy skin.

“I’m fine,” he says. “As fucked up as this is, and it is fucking fucked up, I feel like a cloud’s lifted.”

I get it. I’ve been feeling it too. Days of tension as this cart veered off the rails.

Now it’s crashed and toppled, we at least know what we’re dealing with.

Carrie’s voice is timid when she speaks. “You’re not going to run off now, are you?” She snakes an arm around his waist as though she’ll fight him every step.

What she means is she doesn’t want him to leave her, and I get that, too. I don’t want him to walk off into the night with a head full of regrets, any more than I want to erase what happened here.

I have no regrets. Not a single one.

I don’t regret taking Carrie Wells and filling her full of my cum, and I don’t regret sharing her with Mike, either.

One of us was going to lose out big time, I didn’t want it to be him, and I sure as fuck didn’t want it to be me.

“I’m not going to run off,” he tells her. “I’d never run off from you. I’m the one who came running after you, remember?”

“Nobody’s running off anywhere,” I say. “Not us, and not you.”

She nods. “So, what happens now?”

I meet Michael’s eyes and his are as clueless as mine.