Page 52 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

I pull my shirt over my head, revealing my breasts. The way he stares at me, his gaze hungry, sends a shot of lust straight to my core. I hurry to take off my shorts and panties.

“So pretty,” he says, reaching over to run his fingertip across one of my nipples. He pushes down his boxers. “Climb up on my lap, doll.”

I swing a leg over his lap to straddle him. His bare cock rubs against my folds as I settle into place.

“Fuck, you feel so good, little girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“I’m going to suck on these nipples for a bit. Feel free to squirm as much as you want, but I’m not fucking you until I’m good and ready, understand? Your daddy knows what’s best for you.”

“Yes, Daddy, I understand.” Holy hell, this is so freaking twisted. My insides feel squirmy and excited every time I say “Daddy,” and the way he’s looking at me, like I’m his entire world, is even better.

He lifts one of my breasts in his hand and covers my nipple with his lips. Warm, wet heat, and a faint sucking pull.

“Fuck,” I whimper, rocking forward, pressing my pussy against his cock.

“Mmm,” he hums against my breast. With his other hand, he cups my other breast, squeezing my nipple between his fingers. His fingertips have rough calluses, and the sensation is delicious against my skin.

I want more of this. More contact, more filthy taboo words. I rock my hips, spreading my arousal all over his cock. It helps me slide over him more easily.

He continues to lick and kiss one nipple while squeezing the other. Then he brings his free hand up to my neck. A light pressure there, and I am entirely his. All the way. Anything he wants, it’s his.

Pleasure builds and builds, but I’m not going to come like this—I can’t quite get there. I rub back and forth on his dick, pushing my hips back and trying to angle my body so he’ll hit my clit. I can’t get the angle exactly right.

“Please, Daddy, please. I need more.”

“Not yet, doll.”

Why won’t he listen? I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t come soon. I continue moving—my body won’t allow me to stop. Caleb’s continued attention to my breasts is going to be my undoing, though.

“Please, Daddy.” The words come out abruptly, almost like a sob. “I need—I need?—”

“Oh, you’re being so good,” he rasps, letting go of my neck to cup my cheek. “All right, little doll. Slow down and you can have Daddy’s cock.”

I try to lift up. My legs are shaking with the effort.

“Pretty baby,” Caleb says. “Let Daddy in.”

He holds up his cock and I finally, finally sink down onto it. My eyes close, everything going dark while I revel in the sensation, in the relief I feel.

“See? Your patience made it better.” Caleb kisses me, tangling his tongue with mine before pulling back again. “Now keep moving. Show me how fast you want it, how hard. Show me how you like it, doll.”

I rock back and forth, chasing the heat, the tingling pleasure.

“You were so brave, coming back to me,” he whispers, banding one arm around my waist and bringing his other hand to my throat once more. “Such a brave girl.”

“I wanted you,” I say. “It’s been so hard without you.”

“I know. Hard for us, too.”

His hand tightens around my neck. I can still breathe, but it takes more effort to suck in air. My hips seem to move on their own, chasing this feeling, the inevitable end. Sweat gathers between Caleb and me, our skin sliding and slapping together. Everything hot. Everything wonderful.

“Beautiful doll,” he murmurs. “It’s too bad Lincoln isn’t here.”

“He’d walk away,” I say.

“I doubt it. Not if he saw you like this. He’d be desperate to join in. Ah, I can feel your pussy clench harder at the very thought. You like that, don’t you, doll?”

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