Dirty Daddies(68)

It’s more than enough to convince me that this crazy train ends somewhere worth the ride.

Guiding her back onto Mike’s dick comes so naturally. Sucking her dripping tits while he fucks her from behind is a beautiful pleasure.

Wet slaps of flesh make my dick throb. The judder of her tits as he thrusts inside is fucking divine.

She braces herself against the wall, arms tense on either side of me, balancing like a fucking ballerina as Mike lift her leg to take her deeper.

Water drips from her hair onto the hard dick in my hand, and her glazed eyes focus on mine.

“It’s just bodies,” she whispers. “We’re all just skin and bone and muscle. Just people. All three of us. Three people who love each other.”

I don’t know what she’s getting at until she presses a hand to my scalp. She pushes me down, urging me onto my knees before her.

I hear Mike’s balls slapping against her ass so loudly down here. I’m bizarrely fascinated by the way his dick thrusts inside her.

“Just bodies…” she says again, and spreads her dripping pussy lips with her fingers. “Kiss me, Jack. Kiss me there.”

But I don’t know if I fucking can.

The swollen bud of her clit is ripe for sucking, and her taste is everything I want.

But my shoulders are tense, and my stomach is fucking twisted up, and I don’t know if I can put my mouth so close to another man’s fucking dick.

She grunts as Mike angles deeper. “Please…” she hisses. “Kiss me, Jack.”

I squeeze my dick in my fingers, work that motherfucker hard as I contemplate the fucking unthinkable.

“Just fucking bodies,” I grunt under my breath, grip her thighs and fix my mouth over that sweet fucking clit.

It drives her crazy. Her hands are in my hair and the noises from her dirty mouth are everything.

And it’s enough. It’s enough that I don’t care that another man’s balls are slapping so fucking close to my chin. It’s enough that I don’t care that my tongue is just an inch from tasting dick.

I don’t fucking care.

And I can’t believe that one crazy girl is worth stepping over boundaries I’ve never considered crossing in my whole fucking life up until now.

But she’s worth it.

I just hope she’s worth it for Mike too, because as he grunts and groans and tells her he’s on the fucking edge she tells him to stop. She tells him not to come yet.

And I’ve got a sneaky fucking suspicion he’s about to toe the line right after me.





Carrie



They love me.

I feel it in their touch and in their kisses. I feel it in the way they soap me down and hold me tight.

I feel it in every look that passes between them, between us. Between all of us.

They love me and I love them.

But they’ll have to love each other too if I’m gonna keep them both.

I so wanna keep them both.

More than want. Need.

I need to keep them both.

And if love is really love then it has to be free. If three is gonna work then love has to go all ways.

I know these guys don’t love each other like that. I know they don’t wanna touch each other or kiss each other, or stick their dicks inside each other.

I know they’re only doing any of this because they love me enough to share.

But I want them to learn that love is love and bodies are just bodies. I want them to learn that love doesn’t come in neat boxes, and it doesn’t have stupid rules about how close someone else’s dick can be.

I don’t know much about love, but I do know that.

I know I’m pushing Jack hard when I ask him to kiss me down there while Mike’s dick is inside me. I feel how tense he is when he gives into the moment and presses his mouth to my desperate clit.

But he does it.

He does it because he loves me. He does it because he loves Mike, too.

And now it’s Mike’s turn. It’s why he can’t come yet.

It’s why he needs to be throbbing hard when I ask him to kneel between my legs and kiss me with Jack’s dick inside.

He knows what’s coming, I know he does.

His eyes are closed as I turn to face him and Jack gets to his feet behind me.

“I’m not sure I can,” he says, but I know he’s wrong.

I’ve seen the way he looks at Jack’s dick when he fucks me. I’ve seen the way he can’t stop looking.

“Try?” I ask and he sighs.

I wrap my hand around his dick as Jack pushes his way inside me. It makes me groan.

My words come out on their own, and even though they sound dirty, I don’t care.

“I’ll be a good girl,” I tell him. “I’ll be a good girl for you, Michael, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want, love you however you want. I’ll love you forever, Michael, I swear, no matter what. I’ll do anything you say. But kiss me down there. Kiss me so I know you can love Jack too.”