Soon, she’s all the way down, her ass resting against my hips, my cock buried inside her. We hold still, breathing hard.
Christopher looks at where we join, an evil glint in his eyes. “My turn.”
Before he puts on a condom, though, he kneels in front of us and licks Janie’s cunt. She writhes, her ass tightening and hips subtly rocking. Best fucking feeling.
“There we go, nice and wet,” Christopher says, grabbing a condom. His hands moving to his waist as he gets ready for Janie. Then he leans over both of us.
I watch as he guides his cock to her waiting pussy. He taps the head against her clit, teasing her with it before notching his crown at her entrance.
“Are you ready, doll?” He stares intently into her eyes.
She nods. “Yes, Mr. Capulet.”
His smile is triumphant as he surges forward.
I can fucking feel him moving inside Janie. It’s the weirdest fucking thing, and I find myself turned on even more from the reminder that we’re taking her together, at once. We’re giving her everything, filling her more than she’s ever been filled.
As he moves, I do, too. It doesn’t take us long to find a rhythm where he pushes in and I pull out, and then we switch. Janie rocks between us, her soft little whimpers fueling my lust.
I know her body and I know her tells. She’s close. Reaching forward, I cup her tits and pinch her nipples.
She comes with a scream, her ass pulsing around me and strangling my dick. It takes all I have to resist coming right the fuck now.
But I’m not ready for the fun to end.
“One more,” I whisper, biting her neck. “You can give your daddies one more.”
11
JANIE
One more? I don’t know if my body can handle that much bliss.
But my daddies seem insistent, with Tag pinching me and Mr. Capulet holding my hips so tightly, I think I’ll bruise.
I love it. I want their pinches, their bruises, their bites.
More and more and more. My aftershocks don’t subside—they crest again. Another orgasm is building.
“Janie.” Mr. Capulet grunts as he thrusts, his rough hands spreading me apart. “So fucking beautiful, my sweet doll.”
Tag bites and licks my shoulder, his mouth sucking. I’ll definitely have a mark there later. I tilt my head, giving him more access.
“Our little woman likes that bite of pain,” he says before nipping me again.
I can barely speak. I don’t even remember how to talk. All I can do is ride the waves of pleasure these men create, allowing them to carry me to the next peak.
I can’t believe how well tonight has gone. All of my guilt about lying to Ariel, assuaged. All of my fears about Tag and Mr. Capulet getting along, brushed away. All of my insecurities about being enough for them, obliterated.
“Look at us.” Mr. Capulet’s voice is rough, his dark brown eyes nearly black as he glances from my face and down to my pussy. “Look at where we join. See where your daddies are fucking you.”
I gaze down my front, at where his cock disappears inside me. Everything is slick and wet. I feel swollen, sex-drunk.
“Come again for us.” He leans forward and kisses me, his tongue sliding over mine. “It’s a new year, doll.”
I want to come again, and I’m nearly there. My body is buzzing, heat zapping along my nerves. These men, my daddies, are holding me so tight, I could burst from feeling so loved and protected.
It’s easy to understand, now, the whole “daddy” thing. I can see it in the way they care for me. The way every movement they make seems curated for my pleasure and safety. The way they gaze at me like I’m the beginning and end of their universe.
