Dirty Daddies(86)
“Just fucking bodies,” Jack growls and takes his hand from his dick.
“Fuck,” I whimper as Michael takes Jack in his hand. My own fingers frantic on my clit as he grips another guy’s dick and works him up and down.
Jack tips his head back and grunts, and then he does it.
He really does it.
He reaches out for Michael’s cock and swears under his breath as he takes it.
Two men work each other’s dicks as they stare at me. They work each other’s dicks as I play with my needy little clit for them.
I’ve never been as horny as I feel as they touch each other. I’ve never been so in awe of the way two people can give so much.
“You’d better get back fucking over here before he makes me shoot my fucking load,” Jack growls, and I do.
“I want both of you inside me,” I whisper as I clamber back on top. “I want to feel both of you at once. I want you to both love me at once.”
I spread my legs wide across their laps as fingers push inside and open me up. “You need to be ready,” Jack grunts. “Nice and wet. Stretched ready for two.”
“Stretch me, then,” I moan, and they do.
Oh fuck, they do.
Wet fingers slip back to my asshole and it burns as they push their way inside.
Three fingers turn to four in my hungry pussy and I groan at the stretch, bouncing up and down to open myself up for more.
I’m gonna take them. I have to fucking take them.
It’s all I want.
“Tight,” Jack growls, “so fucking tight.”
I hear the noises I’m making and I know they can do it. I know they can open me up enough to take them both.
“Harder,” I hiss. “Please, I want this.”
“On his dick,” Jack tells me. “Now.”
It’s a beautiful pleasure to drop myself onto Michael’s big hard cock. I ride him like a desperate whore, because that’s how I feel inside. Desperate for dick, but only theirs. Desperate to be taken by men who really do want me.
Men who’d do anything to keep me.
Jack’s fingers keep ploughing my ass and it hurts, but I don’t care.
“Relax,” he growls and nips the back of my neck, and I know he’s getting ready. I know he’s really going to do this.
I hear him spitting. I hear him rubbing it around his dick.
And then he pushes both me and Michael down flat onto the sofa and pins us underneath him.
I love how tightly I’m sandwiched. I love how my cheek is tight to Michael’s shoulder as Jack’s big dick presses against my asshole.
“Both of us at once,” he rasps, and pushes the head inside.
Oh fuck, the stretch. It burns like white heat.
“Take us,” Michael whispers in my ear. “Take us like only our good girl can.”
“I’ll be your good girl,” I whimper as Jack pushes deeper. “I’ll always be your good girl.”
And I am a good girl as Jack slams home. I’m a good girl as I grit my teeth and beg for more. A good girl as I push back onto Jack’s big dick and milk them both at once.
“I want you to come inside me,” I tell them. “I want you both to fill me up.”
“We’ll fill you up with more than our fucking cum if you’re not careful,” Jack barks, and the thought sends me over the edge.
I come between two dicks. I come between two men I love.
And they’re right there after me, grunting and thrusting and spurting inside me.
They keep me pinned when they’re done. I love the warmth and the weight as we all catch our breath together.
And finally, when we’ve gathered up our clothes and wiped down the mess we left on the wrecked sofa, Jack calls the police.
It’s the first time they’ve ever really listened to me.
But then again, it’s the first time I’ve ever really told them the truth.
Epilogue
Jack
It took me a few days before I sat Carrie and Michael down and talked them through my great new vision for the future.
I waited until the police visits stopped with such frequency and all Carrie’s statements were taken. I didn’t take the file out of my car until we heard that Kevin Baker was in custody and the evidence was stacking up nicely.
Fingerprints, text messages, a load of druggy mates who sold him out at the first sign of a police car at the door.
He’s going down for it, that’s a certainty. He’d better hope it’s a long sentence – I’ll still be tempted to choke the life out of him if he’s ever unlucky enough to cross my path.
So, there we had it. An arrest, a new furniture delivery and Michael’s official acceptance of his resignation, all in one day.
It that’s not a good day to make life plans, I don’t know when else would be.