Page 71 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

He gives her a few more spankings, but there isn’t any heat in them, then he rests his hand on Evie’s lower back. “You did such a good job, little girl,” he says.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Is there anything you want now? Anything your daddies can give you?”

My cock was already at attention, but fuck if it doesn’t get harder.

“Maybe,” she says quietly, “maybe I could come?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Lincoln helps her straighten up.

She doesn’t see it, but I do—my friend is enamored with this girl. He’s never looked at a sub or a playmate like he’s looking at Evie. The asshole is like a walking heart-eyes emoji right now, and I have a feeling I’m the same way.

Lincoln lays her down on the couch and he’s on her in a flash, removing his clothes at record speed and settling himself between her legs. He barely has his cock inside of her before her eyes squeeze shut and she cries out, “I’m coming—fuck—Daddy?—”

He remains inside of her, unmoving, and kisses her face and lips. He lifts one hand to smooth her hair off of her brow.

“Is that all you need, Evelyn?” he asks.

I know my friend. If Evie says this is it, he’ll pull out, sit with her through aftercare, and that will be the end of the scene.

But this girl—our girl—is insatiable. She shakes her head and whispers, “More.”

“Would you rather have one daddy,” I ask her, “or two?”

“Two,” she says, locking her blue eyes on mine. “Always two.”

While Lincoln begins thrusting in and out of her pussy, I pull off my shirt. I don’t want to wait to take off my boots—I should’ve done that as soon as I came in—so I shove down my jeans enough to free my dick.

She looks at me and licks her lips. It’s all the invitation I need as I cup the back of her head and press into the warm, wet heaven of her mouth.

I keep my grip light, and my thrusts shallow. I don’t want to overwhelm her. “Tap my leg if it’s too much,” I say, already breathing hard with the effort of holding back.

She reaches behind her head and holds my hand in place. Her tongue massages my shaft, and I groan.

Fuck, it’s impossible to concentrate, to hold back. I don’t want to fuck her throat, not without talking about it ahead of time. I pull out of her mouth, breathing hard.

“What is it?” Lincoln asks.

“I don’t want to be too rough.”

“I’m fine,” Evelyn says, her eyes wide and her body moving against Lincoln, even though he’s stopped thrusting. “Please—I want you both.”

“Pretty, greedy girl. What about back here?” Lincoln asks, reaching beneath her to cup her ass. “If you really want to feel full, this would do it.”

I’ve fucked her there with my fingers, but never my cock. I’d be less worried about choking or hurting her, though.

“Yes,” she says, looking up at me. “I want that—I want to try it.”

“You sure, doll?” I trace her lips. “I can fuck your mouth again, I just needed a breather because I don’t want to be too rough.”

She turns her head fast and nips my finger. “I’m scared, but I want to try.”

It seems her mind is made up, and I’m not going to argue. I have a feeling she’s going to love being sandwiched between her two daddies.

“I’ll be right back,” I say, and tug up my pants enough so I can hurry to the guest room to find some lube. I grab a towel and some wet wipes while I’m at it.

When I get back to the living room, Lincoln has already rolled them over so Evie is on top, straddling him. He also has a finger buried in her ass. She squirms and rocks back and forth, gasping.

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