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Declan kept a tight hold of her and glared at Rupert over her head. She liked it. It had been so long since Taggie had gotten a good cuddle out of him. She missed those years when she was little, and the affection came easy.
Laying in his lap with a sore cunt was a small price to pay.
“Come on, old chap,” Rupert said. “She can take a bit more.”
His fingers slid into her well-used channel, and she groaned, flexing her hips against his movements. She nuzzled into her father’s chest, taking in his particular smell. “Um-hmm, I’m good.”
Rupert patted her hip. “See there, she’s good. Can you help hold her up? Make it easy for her?”
Declan continued to scowl, but he wiggled down the sofa, taking Taggie with him and angling her dripping cunt into the open space between his knees. She could feel his cum leaking out, dripping on the floor. She’d have to clean it up later.
“Good man,” Rupert said.
Rupert slid into her with a wet squelch, and she sighed. He was a much more manageable size that she was used to, though she was still tender. “There’s a good girl, angel. You did so good.”
Taggie smiled and sank deeper into her father’s hold, letting him take all her weight as Rupert fucked her. Declan caressed her cheek, and she smiled, leaning her face into his hand.
“You are so perfect,” he said. “Incandescent.”
She sniffled, trying to swallow down the overwhelming emotion. She hadn’t had this much praise from him in so long. She hadn’t felt like she was worth anything since her teacher set her parents down and told them something was wrong with her. She’d never be like Patrick or Caitlin. She’d never be perfect.
She could be something now. She could be this.
Declan glanced behind her. “Slow down,” he snapped. “That’s too rough.”
Rupert growled over her shoulder. “I know how to fuck your daughter. I’ve been doing it long enough.”
“Fucking, cunt.” Her father reached past her, grabbed Rupert by his hair, and pulled him close enough to kiss.
Taggie tried to move out of the way, but from her position, she was well and stuck between them. Rupert braced his hand on Declan’s shoulder while his cock was stuffed deep inside her.
“How has your mouth not gotten your arse beat sooner?”
“It has. You just haven’t seen it.” Rupert surged forward, kissing Declan again.
Taggie hummed and watched them, wrapping her arms around her father’s chest. They battled with their tongues and their teeth, Declan giving much more vicious nips while he held Rupert’s hair tight.
Rupert’s mouth was wet and red, and his eyes were glazed and wild. He looked fucked out and used. She liked this look on him. He was usually so in control — the one running his mouth and controlling the situation. But Declan was the same; he had no problem putting Rupert in his place. In this battle, her father would win.
Declan groaned and pulled Rupert backward by his hair.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rupert whispered, fighting against his hold.
Her father snarled, his eyes firmly on Rupert. “Do you need attention now? Is that what you want? You were a good dog, and now you get your treat?”
Rupert’s rhythm stuttered, his groans pitching up, whining. Taggie answered with her own soft moan. He always felt so good inside her.
Declan pressed her face into the soft swell of his belly, holding her precious and close, all his ire falling on Rupert. “Go ahead, rut, boy. It’s the last time you pull this shit on me unprepared. Convincing my daughter to—”
“Daddy, no!” Taggie whined. He couldn’t think this was Rupert’s fault. Not when she was the one who brought it up.
But he didn’t want to listen and promptly shoved two fingers into her mouth to silence her. She could taste herself on his fingers, and she couldn’t help the full-body shudder.
Rupert tucked his face into her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist, thrusting harder, and she had to make a conscious effort to stay relaxed.
“You are just a dog, aren’t you?” Declan continued. “Fucking my daughter like an animal. I shouldn’t let you. I should make you beg me to touch her. I already told you to keep your hands off, and you couldn’t even do that. Worse than one of your ill-bred mutts.”
He moaned into her shoulder, and Taggie sucked hard on her father’s fingers, pressing her teeth lightly into his flesh.
Declan tugged his hair again. “Help her.”
Rupert slipped a hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit.
Taggie whimpered. “Not again.”
“One more time,” Declan said.
“Just one more,” Rupert agreed.
She whined again as Rupert picked up the pace, his hand working as hard as his cock forced her higher and higher. Her father rubbed his fingers against the pad of her tongue, making her drool over his hand.
“My beautiful girl,” her father whispered.
Taggie wrapped her thighs against Declan’s legs, her whole body tense. She squeezed around Rupert’s cock as he rubbed her clit.
“I love you,” Rupert whispered in her ear.
And then she tipped. It was fast and sharp and, thankfully, not as overwhelming as the previous one. She spasmed around him, milking him until his hips stuttered, and he came too, filling her to leaking.
Taggie trembled, hot and cold and overwhelmed, still sucking Declan’s fingers. He slipped them from her panting mouth and caressed her warm cheek.
Rupert pulled out of her, leaving her empty and dripping, and dropped onto the sofa. He blew out a harsh breath as if he’d run a marathon.
Taggie rubbed at her eyes. It was the first time he’d said, ‘I love you.’ He didn’t mean it. He didn’t love. He was fond. He adored. He revered. He didn’t love. He couldn’t.
She sniffled. “Rupert,” she whimpered.
“Oh hell, angel, come here.” He grabbed her arm and dragged her to him, letting her lay over both of their laps as she buried her face in Rupert’s stomach.
“You can’t,” she mumbled into his stomach. “You don’t. You said you don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Taggie?” Declan said.
Her hands trembled as she pulled on his shirt. “You don’t love. You said you’ve never been in love, and how could you love me? It hurts when you lie!”
Rupert looked shocked, like the night she’d told him she never wanted to see him again. “I’m not lying.” He glanced at Declan. “I’m not.”
Taggie sucked in shuddering breaths, but the oxygen was getting stuck in her throat.
“Taggie, I love you. I just fucked you with your father, and we’ll likely do it again. Do you think I’d do this for any girl that came along?”
Declan and Taggie stared at him because… he might.
Rupert scowled. “Do you think I have no morals?”
“No,” Declan said quickly.
“Daddy!”
Her father shrugged.
Rupert sighed. “Angel, I didn’t mean to let you think you don’t mean the world to me. And your Da’s not half bad either.”
Taggie wiped her eyes and laughed.
Rupert stroked her arm and touched her softly while Declan sat quietly beside her, his hand on her thigh. She relaxed into their hands, letting the quiet soak into her while sweat dried on her skin.
Whatever her father was thinking, he kept to himself, but he couldn’t be still for long. He pushed her legs open, staring at her cunt and watching their mix of cum drip out of her.
Taggie’s cheeks heated. It was more embarrassing than the whole thing put together. “Daddy, stop.” She tried to swat his hand away, but he grabbed her wrist and gave her hand over to Rupert to hold.
“Hush, there,” her father said. “I want to see.”
She wiggled. “Rupert, make him stop.”
“I think I already used up all my making your Da do anything points.”
“You did,” Declan said absently. He slipped his fingers inside her, pulling out creamy white cum. “I’m guessing this was your idea?”
“Not all of it. Just the best parts,” Rupert said.
“Really, I wanted to. Don’t be mad at him,” Taggie said.
“I’m not mad. But a dog should clean up his messes.” Declan held out his hand, his fingers dripping.
Rupert didn’t hesitate to suck Declan’s fingers into his mouth, licking up her father’s cum and his own.
Taggie watched with rapt fascination. She wanted to see more of what they would be willing to do together.
Declan pulled his fingers away and wiped the saliva on Taggie’s thigh. “So this is how it’s going to go?”
Taggie glanced at Rupert, but his eyes were on her. She would have to answer for herself. “If you want,” she said. “I liked it. And you don’t have to be lonely.”
Declan’s expression was pained for a moment, and then he leaned over and kissed her again. “Alright. This here, like this. The three of us can work.” He turned to Rupert. “But the moment you slip your leash—”
“You really want to put me in a collar, don’t you?” Rupert asked with a mischievous grin.
“It’s my newest, fondest fantasy.” The intense scowl was the same one he used when he was going in for the kill in an interview.
It didn’t disturb Rupert in the least. “Good. That’s taken care of. Let’s see that big dick again, I have some measurements to take.”
“For fucks sake,” Declan grumbled.
Taggie giggled. Rupert always knew how to make her laugh, and he loved her. He actually loved her. She should probably say it back.
“Love you,” she said.
“Love you too,” said Rupert.
“Love you most,” said Declan.
She smiled at both of them and shook her head. She wondered if their competitiveness was going to leave her pampered or aching more often than not. She was sure it would be fun either way.
Declan pulled a blanket from the back of the sofa and finally covered her from the chill air.
“Thanks, Daddy,” she said with a soft contented sigh.
“Anything, Taggie.”
Rupert frowned. “If you’re ‘daddy’ what am I supposed to be now?”
Taggie and Declan groaned at the same time. “Shut it, Rupert!”