“Does our little doll want to be touched?” I rest my hand on her knee.
She nods. “Please, Mr. Capulet.”
All the permission I need. I slide my hand up her dress, eager to reach her warmth. Her panties are already damp as I slide my finger over the lacy edge. Tag grabs her knees and holds her wide to give me better access.
“Lean back against me, sweetheart,” he says in a low voice. “Let Mr. Capulet touch you, don’t fight it.”
She moans as she complies. I ease her panties down enough to give my fingers more room. She’s so wet, so eager. When I press inside, her cunt flexes around my digits like she’s trying to suck me in. I lean forward, inhale. Sweet, as always. I smile to myself when I see the bite marks I left on her yesterday. Unable to help myself, I turn my head and nip her thigh again.
“Mr. Capulet,” she gasps.
“Yes, doll. Do you need more?”
Her eyes are wild as she nods.
“Doll, I think you should let Tag fuck your ass, while I take this sweet pussy for the first time.”
Her mouth drops open. “I don’t—I don’t know about that.”
“We know,” Tag says. “You can trust your daddies.”
Janie whimpers, her pussy clenching around my fingers. She wants it, too. But I need to hear her say the words.
“Janie, you have to say yes before we start.”
She rocks her hips against my fingers and kisses me, then turns her head so Tag can kiss her, too. Pulling back from his lips, she breathes a single, beautiful word. “Yes.”
TAG
She said yes. Not just to anal, which, fuck yeah. More importantly, she said yes to being with us both.
“Lube,” I say. “We need lube.”
Christopher reaches into the drawer of a side table. Prepared, I see. He brings out a bottle of lube and a few condoms. He leaves the drawer open, and I notice several tissues and a pack of wet wipes.
Super prepared. I’m going to like working with this guy to dominate our little Janie.
I put on a condom and rub lube all over myself and all up and down Janie’s crack. I hold her by the waist so she doesn’t fall onto me all at once—that would be dangerous for us both. Christopher holds her ass, spreading her and helping to keep her lifted at the same time.
She’s so tight, with that stubborn ring of muscle trying to keep me out. She clutches my forearm. “Daddy, it’s hard. You’re too big.”
“Relax, let your daddies help,” I whisper. “It’ll feel good in a minute, sweetheart, I promise.”
I offer her short, slow thrusts before pausing to lube both of us up even more. I hope Christopher’s couch is easy to clean, because it’s going to be covered in lube by the time we’re done.
Once again, I press against her slippery hole, helping to lower her over me at the same time.
The head of my cock pushes in. Janie’s breaths come in short, sharp pants.
“Doing okay?” I ask.
“I think so,” she gasps.
Christopher lets her down slowly. “Let’s see you take a little more.”
“Oh, fuck, oh god.” Janie drops her head back against my shoulder.
We work her carefully, bringing her down and up. Christopher gets more lube and squirts it between us. I play with Janie’s clit, making sure she’s feeling good.
