Page 54 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

This little girl destroys me.

“Lincoln?” she says, sounding so soft and sweet and innocent…and soaked in lust.

I stalk forward, stand at the side of the bed next to them.

Her brow furrows, but then her eyes widen as I yank down my zipper and pull out my cock.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Coming on your tits, Trouble.”

Caleb grins, then removes his finger from her ass and pats her hip. “Turn around and lie down on me, facing up.”

She spreads herself over him, her body splayed out for my pleasure. The only thing she’s wearing is that chain with the key.

“Put his cock in you,” I say, watching her eyes to see if she’ll obey me.

Reaching down, she guides him in.

“Now rub your little clit like your life depends on it,” I say. “If you don’t come before me, you don’t come at all.”

I know she already came tonight, so it’s not as if the threat is that dire. But it would feel wrong if she doesn’t come with me. And maybe I want that—for it to feel wrong. Because it’s wrong anyhow.

Caleb starts pumping his hips. Evelyn shudders as she puts her fingers on her clit.

And me? I tighten my fist around my dick and start jacking hard. All my lust, all my anger. All the frustration I’ve been feeling—I wring it out.

Evelyn closes her eyes.

“No,” I say. “Watch me. Look at what you’ve done to me.”

I want her to see what she’s turned me into—a monster ruled by my lust.

Those beautiful eyes lock on mine as her fingers work faster and faster. Caleb grips her throat and fucks her hard from behind—I can watch his dick sawing in and out of her, hard and angry.

Evelyn gasps. “I’m—I’m coming?—”

“Come now, doll,” Caleb says.

She cries out her second release.

My orgasm builds up, hot and furious. I jerk harder, I’m a machine, and Evelyn’s breasts jiggle with each one of Caleb’s thrusts, mesmerizing. A few more strokes and my release bursts forth. Hot streams shoot from my cock, splattering over Evelyn’s chest—her breasts and nipples, the key she always wears, everywhere.

Caleb groans and curses, his hold tightening momentarily on Evelyn’s throat before he lets her go, kissing the top of her head and smoothing her hair to the side with caring fingers..

“This is never happening again,” I mutter to myself, reaching out with my fingertips to rub my come over her tits. “I was never here. I didn’t do this, it didn’t happen. It’s a dream.”

“Lincoln?” she whispers. “No—I thought?—”

“This can’t happen again,” I say, wiping my finger over her skin to clean myself off. I tuck my dick back into my pants, spin around, and head for the door.

“James, you’re out of order,” Caleb calls after me, but I don’t slow down. I don’t stop until I’m down the hall and walking into Mark’s room, slamming the door behind me.

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Evelyn

He was never here, he said. He didn’t do it, it didn’t happen. It was a dream.

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