Page 8 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

“You’re right, James,” Caleb says. “Sweet. Thank you, doll.”

“You’re welc?—”

James’s mouth is back on me, and the words in my mouth end abruptly in a moan.

Tension quickly spools in my body, wrapping tightly around my muscles. I don’t want to come this fast—it seems too soon, right? Is premature ejaculation a thing women worry about? Because it’s been what, two minutes, and I should probably hold back.

But his tongue is merciless, his fingers insistent. Everything is so warm, wet, commanding.

I gasp, “I’m going—I’m going to come?—”

“Can’t wait,” Caleb says, his eyes intent on me, on the place where James feasts between my legs. “Show me.”

I give in. I can’t hold it, so I just let go.

Pleasure rips through me, unleashed, with joyous abandon.

James fingers me through the aftermath, presses little kisses against my folds, gives my clit some light licks that have me squirming to get out of reach.

“Too sensitive,” I say with a breathy laugh.

“Don’t worry, Trouble, I’ll get you past that,” he says with complete, Daddy-like authority.

Shit. This night is going to ruin me for all other men.

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MORE THAN READY, DADDY

Evelyn

He says, “Let’s get you up on this couch a little more.”

We reposition so that I’m lying back along the sofa’s length, one leg up, the other on the floor. Fuck, I’m so exposed to them. It feels like the pose in the Titanic movie, and I want to laugh.

“Something funny?” James asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Mm, maybe?” I can’t help but grin up at him. “Is that a problem?”

“Oh, she is trouble,” Caleb says, sounding stern yet pleased.

James is pushing down the front of his slacks and putting on a condom. “Are you ready for my dick, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I whisper, before adding, “Please, Daddy. More than ready. Please give it to me.”

“Fuck, that’s what I like to hear.” He leans over me, reaches down, positions himself at my entrance. He doesn’t slide in all at once, but in excruciatingly slow thrusts.

I wrap my higher leg around him, tugging him close from above while using my lower leg to press up from below.

“Baby, let Daddy be in charge,” he says, kissing my nose.

I pout up at him, but try to relax. “You’re going too slow,” I say. “I thought you might need some help, old man.”

He chuckles. “Next time, I’ll be spanking you for your impertinence.”

Next time…I wish.

“Now look over at Caleb like you’re supposed to,” he says, nudging my face to the side with his sandpapery chin.

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