“You want to be stretched by two big fucking dicks?” Jack growls and it’s too much. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s why you want two? You’re a greedy little girl who wants two dirty daddies all to herself.”
I’m a whimpering wreck as I tell them I want it. I’m a wriggling mess as I beg them both to give it to me.
“Put your fingers in her cunt,” Jack barks, and Mike grunts as he does. Two at first, and it’s tight, so fucking tight. Then three.
I curse under my breath, teeth gritted as both men work their fingers deep.
“You’re too fucking tight for two,” Jack says. “Not tonight, but we’ll fucking get there, I promise.” He pauses. “Take a deep breath like a good girl,” he tells me and I do.
I hiss it out as he pulls his fingers from my asshole, and gulp it back in as he drives his cock in there instead.
I’m tense, wired as Mike stills his fingers in my pussy.
“Take it,” Jack breathes. “Take it for Daddy like a good girl.”
I’m glad he says it. I’m glad he likes it too.
And I do take it for Daddy Jack. Oh, fuck I do.
“Fuck me, Daddy Jack!” I beg. “Fucking fuck me!”
And he does.
He fucks my ass so hard I see stars behind my eyes.
“Keep those fingers in that horny little snatch,” he barks to Mike, “make her take it.”
“Fuck,” Mike grunts, and I feel his cock throbbing against my belly.
“You’re gonna come inside her after me,” he growls. “It’s your turn for sloppy fucking seconds tonight.”
Mike fucks my pussy with his fingers as Jack pounds my ass, and I love it. I fucking love it.
Mike kisses me harder than I’ve ever been kissed and I fucking love that too.
“Dirty girl,” Jack breathes into my ear. “Look what you’re doing to us. Look what you’re doing to poor Mike. I should put you over my fucking knee for being such a filthy little bitch.”
I gasp in air as Mike breaks the kiss, and I don’t know myself. I don’t know the little slut between these two men, but I like her.
“I’m gonna make you do everything,” I hiss. “I’m gonna make you do filthy fucking things to me, and filthy fucking things for me. I’m gonna make you do it all.”
“Promises,” Jack says.
And they are promises.
“Come in my fucking ass, Daddy Jack!”
“My fucking pleasure,” he replies, and slams me hard, once, twice, three times before he’s grunting in my ear.
And I’m coming too, coming around Mike’s fingers as he wriggles them inside me.
I’m still going as Jack pulls out and rolls me right over onto another man’s cock.
He rubs his wet dick against my clit as Michael shunts his whole fucking length in my dripping asshole.
I’m stretched. Used raw between two men, and I’ve never felt so wanted as I do right now.
It’s in the desperation of their touch, their rasping breath, the way they can’t get enough of the fucking crazy. My fucking crazy.
I’ve dreamed of one dirty daddy for as long as I can remember, and now I have two.
Michael surprises me when he lifts me up and onto him. I gasp as he wraps his arm around my neck and fucks me hard from underneath. I bounce on top of him, speared by his long hard fucking dick, powerless to fight it, even if I wanted to.
I like it that way. I like being their powerless little girl.
“Fuck, yes,” Jack says and climbs right up after both of us.
I flinch as he turns on the lamp and spreads my legs wide open so he can watch Michael’s dick pound the fuck out of me.
“We’re gonna fuck you two at once,” he says. “But not today. Soon, but not today.”
And then he sucks my desperate clit until Michael’s cum fills my ass after his. I don’t even need to ask him this time.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Michael
The whole town knows Carrie Wells is staying with Jack. Three different people question me on my way to the office, three nosey fuckers without anything better to be worrying about.
Yes, she’s staying with Jack. Yes, she’s working for him.
The gossips will talk, rumours will ripple. Maybe some of them will even be close to the truth.
I know I’m going to have to face Pam, but I head to my desk first and turn on my PC. I’ve no idea yet what I’m going to say to her, and I’ve never been a man to lie – that’s not my style, but I’m not about to offer up the full, honest truth to her either.
Not when I’m still coming to terms with it myself.
If I weren’t so invested in helping the poor kids on my books that need someone to fight their corner, none of this would bother me.