He holds his cock at the base with one hand. With his other, he guides my hip so I lower onto him.
I have to go slow. He’s big, and it’s been a long time. With every inch, I’m stretched beyond belief.
“So good, Janie, fuck,” he gasps. “Right here, yes. You feel incredible.”
The only thing I can do is clutch his shoulders and continue moving down as he guides me. Soon, I’m fully seated. My breath comes out in pants. I want to immediately start moving up and down, but Tag holds me in place.
“Just give me a second, sweetheart. Daddy needs to pause, or this’ll all be over before it really started.”
I try to move, but he gives my already burning ass a swat, so I force myself to hold still again. He then massages my freshly-spanked ass, causing me to groan in pained pleasure.
“Nice and patient,” he murmurs into my neck. “I knew you could do it.”
He lifts his hips and sets me free to move. I grind against him, lifting up before easing back down, finding my own rhythm.
“Yes, take Daddy’s cock, just like that,” Tag encourages. “This is better than I remember.”
It is for me, too. I’m not sure why. Maybe before, he was always holding this part of himself back—this kinky, protective daddy figure he was hiding inside. Now I have all of him, and it turns out…I still love him.
“Are you going to come for me? Let me feel your sweet pussy milking my dick? Hmm, Janie?”
His sinful words fill my ears while his cock pistons in and out. He angles his hips differently, and now my clit rubs against him.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I’m so close.”
“Good girl—go ahead and come, Janie. Let me feel your enjoyment.”
Exquisite bliss fills me until I explode into sparkling shards of pleasure, every nerve alight.
“There, there.” He flips us around so I’m on my back, then brings one of my legs up and over his shoulder. “Let me know if Daddy goes too hard, sweetheart.”
His thrusts are fast and rough. He grabs my ass, massaging against my too-hot skin. More pain, but it’s sweet and raw.
“So good, so good, sweetheart,” he chants, pumping faster, fucking me like the world is ending.
He hits a spot inside that causes stars to shoot across my vision. I cry out as a second orgasm steals through me, surprising me because I barely felt it building.
Tag groans as he pumps forward a final few times. His cock pulses within me as he comes. I can feel every twitch through my sensitive muscles.
“There’s no one but you,” he whispers against my hair. “No one, Janie. Just you.”
I squirm against his hold. “Tag, I have to tell you—tomorrow, I’m meeting?—”
“Christopher.” He pulls back slightly so he can grin down at me. “I know. We both want you. It’s okay, you don’t need to worry.”
But I do worry. They aren’t friends, not like Ariel’s guys are. I saw the animosity and competition between them at my family’s Christmas party. I doubt these two men would ever share.
CHRISTOPHER
Janie’s eyes close in pleasure as she takes another bite of risotto. “You made this? Truly?”
“I’m starting to get offended,” I say with a laugh.
“Sorry, it’s just, I’ve never known anyone who could cook like this. Mr. Capulet, you’ve been holding out on me. Whenever I came over with Ariel, you ordered us pizza!”
Again with the Mr. Capulet. I’ve given up trying to correct her. We both know this is a date, and that has to be enough.
“I ordered pizza because it was a treat for Ariel.” I chuckle. “But I’m glad you like my cooking.”
