Page 72 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

“Fuck, little girl,” he says, “you’re going to take Caleb’s cock back here, and you’re going to fucking love it, I promise.”

She moans and squirms some more.

I kick off my boots and jeans, stripping down while Evie watches me, her eyes dark and lustful.

“The key to good anal, especially the first few times,” I say, “is lube, and stretching. We’ve been playing with your ass a little bit, baby doll, but it’s still going to be tight. So lots and lots of lube. I’m going to put this towel down on the couch, too.”

The fabric of the sofa will wipe off easily, but no sense in allowing lube to drip all over the place if we can help it.

I put down the towel and Lincoln shifts over so it’s beneath them.

“Remember when I taught you about cock warming?” Lincoln says as he looks into Evie’s face.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I want you to try to hold still like that for just a minute. Let your other daddy and me find a good rhythm for you. Then you can start moving around. Sound good?”

She nods. “Okay. I’ll try.”

I uncap the lube and squeeze a healthy amount into my hands. I spread some onto her little pucker, gathering extra on my fingers and pushing them inside to stretch her. She moans and gasps, but for the most part remains still.

After covering my cock with a healthy amount of lube, I line up the crown with Evie’s back hole. “Here I come, doll. Try to breathe through it, relax.”

Her body fights me at first, but when I tell her to push out, she obeys and things get easier. I do short pumps in and out, adding copious amounts of lube with every retreat. With my hands, I make soothing circles over her ass and hips. Those succulent ass cheeks have been reddened by Lincoln’s palm, and the effect is stunning.

“Fuck, fuck,” Evie mutters.

“You okay?” I ask. “Do you need me to stop, or slow down?”

“No, it’s—it’s good—it’s just a lot,” she says.

Lincoln gives her a slow stroke in her pussy, causing her to gasp and clench. He probably rubbed against her clit at the same time. Smart to distract her with pleasure. I meet his gaze over her shoulder and nod, telling him wordlessly to do it again.

He does before retreating, and then I slide in. Evie clenches her fists on his arms and he tugs her down so her chest is flush against his.

“Just like this, little one,” he says. “Just relax. We’ll take good care of you.”

“How does it feel, doll?” I ask. Because to me, it feels like magic, like a forbidden land in paradise and I’m the king. The tight, hot squeeze is causing pleasure to race up and down my spine, collecting in my balls and making them tight.

“It’s good, so good,” Evie says.

I lean over and press kisses to her shoulders and back, all the while keeping up the slow rhythm, the push and pull Lincoln and I have created. “Think you can come, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy—probably soon, too.”

“Good girl. We want to make you feel nice. Go ahead and move as much as you want. Let your body do whatever it likes.”

She seems hesitant at first, but then she slowly rolls her hips. It’s not a lot, but enough to show me she has confidence in the movement, in what we’re doing, and that it truly feels good to her.

“You take our cocks so good, Evie,” I whisper. “Just like you took your spankings. You are your daddies’ little troublemaker, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Yes, what?” Lincoln asks, reaching between them, probably to fiddle with her clit.

“Yes, Daddies. I’m your troublemaker.” Her pitch rises at the end and her muscles clench around me and Lincoln. “I’m coming—yes—Daddies?—”

At the rippling release of her orgasm, I swear and stroke harder, pleasure igniting my blood and spreading through my body like fire over gasoline. It’s fucking never been this good, never in my life. I hold Evie’s hips and go still, spilling my seed inside of her, every pulse an echo of pleasure. I can feel Lincoln pulsing out his release, as well. I can’t look at him, not even for a visual high-five, because this wasn’t a game. This was spiritual, life-changing.

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