Page 77 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

From the look of Evie’s face, she likes what she’s looking at. Her cheeks are flushed as she turns to look at me. “Daddy, you’re kinky.”

“I know, doll.”

“But Daddy Lincoln is punishing me for looking at a ‘mature’ site.”

“As he should,” I say easily. “Now, doll. Tell me what you’re looking at.”

“There’s a video. Three men are with a woman and they’re tying her up.”

While she talks, Lincoln eases down her elastic shorts along with her panties. The fabric slides down her long legs.

“And now what’s happening?” I rub the front of my towel, trying to ease the ache of desire that swells my dick.

“They’re…they’re putting a sparkly thing in her…in her butt.” She gasps as Lincoln drops his towel and shoves his cock into her pussy.

He grins over at me. “She likes it when we penetrate her before she’s fully wet.”

“Does she, now?”

Nodding, he gives her a little spank.

“Daddy!” she yelps.

“Tell me more about the video,” I say to her.

“The men are taking turns with her. One’s putting his great big thing in her mouth while the other one puts his between her legs.”

“Good girl,” I say. “How does it make you feel, watching these mature acts on the computer?”

Her blue eyes flick upward to meet mine. “It makes me feel hot all over, Daddy. Everything feels really tight…down there. And the more Daddy Lincoln moves, the wetter I’m getting. I don’t understand it, Daddy.”

Oh, she is really going for the innocent act. It’s so dirty, taboo. I fucking love it. My cock feels hard as iron and tents the towel around my waist.

“Suck on this, doll,” I say, removing my towel. “Like they’re doing in the video.”

Her eyes widen and she licks her lips as I move closer, feeding my cock to her. She opens her mouth and sucks me in, hollowing her cheeks.

“Fuck, feels good.” I reach beneath her and cup her tits through her shirt, rolling her nipples. Lincoln brings his hand to her front and cups her pussy, probably rubbing her clit.

She comes and comes, her cries of pleasure filling my ears. After Link and I find our own releases, I slam the laptop shut and we carry Evie upstairs to do it all over again.

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ANTOINE DELACROIX

Lincoln

I slept in. I can’t remember the last time I did that. Unfortunately, Caleb won rock-paper-scissors on who got to stay in Evie’s bed last night, so I’m waking up alone.

It’s also fortunate he won, because I wake up to a phone call from my brother.

“Mark,” I say as I tug on a pair of jeans. “Hey, how are you?”

“Great,” he says. “Things are okay there? I heard you took a trip.”

“Yeah, Texas. A law firm wants us to manage a build for them.”

“Are you going to take it?”

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