Page 68 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

“Daddy, yes, yes, yes,” she says.

I lift my hips slightly, tiny thrusts in and out to build more lubrication for her, and then I’m in.

Evelyn moans in satisfaction.

“Feels good?” I ask, pulling away from her breasts.

“Yes.” She nods for emphasis, then tries to lift off my lap.

I hold her hips in place. “I don’t think you understood my instruction, little girl. You’re going to warm Daddy’s cock.”

“Isn’t it warm now?” Her brow wrinkles in confusion.

“Yep. And we’re just going to sit like this for a little while so I can hold you. That’s what cock-warming is, Trouble.”

“Oh.” She tries to rock her hips, but again, I hold her still. “I don’t know if I like this.”

I kiss her soft lips before pulling back. “It’ll be worth it in the end. And it makes Daddy feel good. You want that, don’t you?”

She has to think about it before she says, “Yes, Daddy.”

Adorable.

This is actually torture for both of us, but her eagerness and frustration make it worthwhile for me. And the giant orgasm she gets in the end will make it worthwhile for her.

“So, tell me about your day,” I say as I trace the key on her chest. “What was your errand?”

She gives me an incredulous look, like are you for real right now? before saying, “Wedding dress shopping with my mom and Chloe.”

I flex inside of her as a reward, and her eyes flutter shut before opening again.

“Did you try on any dresses?” I ask.

“No.” She laughs. “Today was all about Chloe.”

I get the sense that most days are all about Chloe, so I decide to drop the subject—she’s probably tired of talking about and thinking about Chloe.

I run my hands over her hips, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. “Did your friends have fun when they came over?”

“Yeah.” She nods. Taking advantage of my roving hands, she tries to rock up and down on me again.

I spank her ass cheek with one hand.

“Ow!” she yelps and glares at me. “Why did you spank me?”

“You know you’re supposed to keep still,” I say. “That’s your only job right now—holding still so you can warm my cock.”

A soft buzzing sound comes from my pocket—my phone. If it’s Mark, I’ll have to ignore it. But it could be a work call. My pants are bunched around my hips so it takes me a minute to fish out my phone. Once it’s in my hand, I see Caleb’s name on the screen.

As I move to swipe the screen to answer, Evelyn gasps. “You’re not seriously going to answer your phone right now, are you?”

“Yeah,” I say, sliding my finger across the glass. “It’s important. Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing much. I’m at the build, checking email. A couple of potential clients have been referred to us, and I wanted to go over it with you. Do you have a minute?”

“No,” Evelyn says, obviously listening in.

“Yeah,” I say as I tap the button for speaker-phone. “I’ll put you on speaker, I’m here with Evelyn.”

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