Page 47 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

I look into her eyes to see how she reacts. Did I scare her? Does she look scandalized?

She does look a little scandalized…but she’s also a lot turned on, if the way her pussy ripples around me is any indication.

I pull her shirt up higher, along with her bra, and use it to hold her arms over her head. Caleb would love this, seeing her bound with her own clothes. Easing back with my hips, I then pump forward again, watching the way the house key reflects the light, and especially the way her breasts bounce with the force of my thrust. I do it again. Mesmerizing.

We get into a rhythm, and she meets my thrusts, lifting up to rock her hips forward and back. The flush in her cheeks travels down her neck, to her chest.

“Are you going to come again, little girl?” I ask.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, because I’m close. And you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve two orgasms. At least.”

She smiles, and I’m nearly undone by a new realization: I want to make her smile more often. All the time.

Mark would kill me for being here like this, fucking his daughter…and yet I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. As wrong as it is for me to break my brother’s trust, my need for Evelyn is so much stronger than my feelings of guilt and shame.

I keep hold of her bound arms with one hand, keeping my weight on my arm so I can reach down with the other and manipulate her clit.

Her hips jerk toward me. I lose myself in the feeling of her snug around me, I lose myself in her and in the pleasure we’re offering each other.

“I’m going to come again,” she gasps.

“Do it, baby girl. Come for me, come on my cock.”

A strangled cry leaves her lips and her face contorts in pleasure. This view alone is enough to tip me over the edge. I only need a few more strokes before I’m emptying into her, giving her everything, nothing between us.

I let go of her arms, untangle her shirt and bra from her wrists, and press my forehead against hers for a long moment while we catch our breath.

“You’re perfect,” I say, kissing her nose. “Wow.”

“Yeah.” Her expression is uncertain.

I roll off of her, see her face go blank, like she’s protecting herself from showing her emotions. Quickly, I grab her shoulder and scoot her closer, tucking her against my side. She’s stiff at first, but relaxes against me.

“What went through your head just now?” I ask.

“I thought you were about to tell me that we made another mistake.”

“No, Trouble. This was a hundred percent on purpose.”

“So you wouldn’t wipe it from your memory?”

“Not if you wouldn’t.” I sigh and kiss the top of her head. “I wouldn’t give this back for anything, Evelyn.”

Mark’s going to have to find out, though. We’ll have to tell him before he discovers us on accident.

Tilting her head up, Evelyn grins at me. “Then we can do it again?”

I trace one of her nipples with my fingertip. “Fuck, yeah. Give me a couple minutes to get hard again, but I can get started on you.”

She sits up and throws a leg over to straddle me. She looks incredibly beautiful like this, her body open, fully available. I cup her pussy, groaning at how wet and messy she is. Maybe I don’t need much time at all to go again. I’m about to tell her so, when her phone starts buzzing on the nightstand.

She reaches for it and looks at the screen. Her face goes white.

“What is it?” I sit up to face her fully, ready to have some stern words with Francesca if she’s going to insist on Evelyn moving back with her. What a conniving snake that woman is. I rest my hand on Evelyn’s bare thigh. “Is it your mom?”

“No.” She shakes her head and groans. “It’s a video call from my dad.”

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