Page 46 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

Her tight cunt squeezes my finger. “Yes,” Evelyn says, nipping my lower lip with her teeth. “More, please.”

I want to throw her down on her hands and knees and fuck her hard, but the way she’s coming apart in my arms is so goddamn beautiful, there’s no way I’m going to stop. I’m going to see this girl all the way through to the end.

My fingers move easily over her pussy—in and out of her channel and then up to rub over her clit. When I find a rhythm and pressure she likes, she closes her eyes and grabs my forearm.

“Like that, just like that,” she gasps.

I wrap my free arm around her and find the top of her shirt, yank it down along with one of her bra cups. One sweet breast is exposed. Delectable. Too far away for my mouth, so I lightly squeeze and twist the nipple while I continue doing what Evelyn likes to her clit.

“I’m—I’m?—”

“Come for me, Trouble,” I say in a voice made gruff by lust. “Show Daddy how good it is.”

She cries out. I cover her mouth with mine, sucking down her sounds of pleasure while that perfect cunt ripples around my fingers.

“I want to fuck you now, baby,” I say, kissing her cheek. “I want to feel this nice, swollen pussy wrapped around my dick. That okay?”

She nods, blinking up at me. “Yeah. I want that.”

“Good. Do you have any condoms in here?”

“No. I’m on birth control, and I was recently tested…”

I know what she’s hinting at. “I was tested right before the club that night, clear results.”

Hesitating, she bites her lip. “And since then…?”

“Haven’t been with anyone since you, Trouble.” Caleb and I went out once, but nobody else appealed. Probably because this cute little menace has been on our minds.

She looks relieved. Pleased. Does the thought of me with someone else make her blood boil like it does mine? I have no problem with her fucking Caleb. I like that, even, when he isn’t rubbing it in my face. Anyone else? No way. No fucking way.

“I saw Caleb fucking you raw,” I say. “I wished it was me.”

“It can be you,” she says with a shy smile. “I want that.”

I shove her suitcase off the bed and it thumps loudly to the floor. Then I lay her down, reach beneath her skirt to drag her panties down her legs and toss them to the floor. My movements are quick, jerky with anticipation as I yank open my fly and free my cock.

“Ready, little girl?” I ask.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck, fuck. I nudge her legs apart with mine and guide my cock to her pussy. It’s swollen and wet, just like I knew it would be. Evelyn’s top is still pulled down, and she looks obscenely sexy with one breast exposed. Her necklace with the house key lies against her smooth skin. As I press my cock into her slick heat, I cover her nipple with my mouth and suck hard.

“Holy shit,” she cries, bucking against me.

I grin against her soft breast as I thrust in and out of her. I don’t want to make myself slow down—I feel like an animal, out of control for her.

But I’m not an animal, and I am in control. I pull back and check her face for signs of discomfort. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She shakes her head and tries to tug me back against her. “It feels so good.”

Her shirt is too tight to expose both of her tits, so I shove it up instead of pulling it down. Her bra goes up as well. Now the only thing on her chest is the chain and house key.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I say, leaning on my elbows so I can use both hands on her breasts. “I fucking love your tits, Trouble. They make me want to do wicked things.”

“Wicked things?” she asks.

“I want to suck and bite them, put clamps on them, fuck them. I want to see my come dripping off of them.”

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