Page 33 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

She grins wider. “I just like to imagine what it’s going to be like, me and you. We came so close at Vice, that first night. I got to watch you get off.”

While Lincoln fucked her from behind and teased her with a fantasy where I took her ass.

“I’ve never been held down before, during sex,” she says in a thoughtful tone. “I think I might like it. Is that something you like?”

She has no idea.

“Caleb?” she prompts.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Then you could hold me down. Maybe tie my legs so they’re spread wide for you.”

I can picture it. I know I shouldn’t. I should ask her to stop talking, because my cock is hard in my pants and I want nothing more than to pull into a darkened lane and tug her into my lap, fuck her right here in this car. It would be uncomfortable, but the bite of pain would heighten the entire experience.

She’d be trapped between me and the wheel, restrained by the confines of the vehicle.

“You could use me however you wanted. My mouth. My…” She trails off.

“Yes?” I arch an eyebrow and give her a stern look. “You can say it, doll.”

“My pussy,” she whispers, looking both delighted and scandalized.

“That’s right, little one.”

“You could do it right now,” she says, running her fingertip over her knee and up her thigh.

Nope. I gotta shut this down. We’re veering way too close into a scene, and she is compromised. Thank fuck she’s wearing jeans. If she were in a skirt, it would be so tempting to wait and see if she gets herself off in the car right next to me.

“We’re not doing anything tonight,” I remind her.

“But it would be so much fun if we did.” She sighs and drops her hand to her lap. “If I wasn’t drunk, you’d want me?”

“Yes.”

“I regret everything I drank tonight. I’m so turned on, Caleb, it’s gonna kill me.”

She’ll fall asleep fast enough, once I put her to bed. Me, I’m going to be lying awake in the guest room with my aching balls for company.

“You wouldn’t believe how wet my panties are,” she says, sending me a devious look. “If Lincoln won’t be my daddy, maybe you could?”

Fuck. Me. I’m dying for a taste. “Patience, doll.”

Immediate gratification is a construct for the young. Once she’s older, she’ll understand that anticipation is half the fun.

And I’m anticipating the fuck out of being with her.

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Lincoln

When I’m in the shower, I tell myself I’m no longer Lincoln James. I don’t know that asshole. I’m a nameless guy. A guy without a stepbrother. A guy without a step-niece.

A guy who’s totally obsessed with the young woman sleeping in another room down the hall. The woman he’s never met before, one who doesn’t come with any baggage of familial entanglements.

And I picture her on her hands and knees in front of me, her ass raised high, that tight little pucker just waiting for my cock. Her ass is covered in Caleb’s and my handprints, and she’s begging for me to fuck her anywhere but her ass.

“Please, Daddy, not my ass, you’re too big.”

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