Page 38 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

Crap. “No.”

And I want him now, I don’t want to go inside. He put me off last night, and what if he comes up with another reason not to have sex now?

“We can do other things, doll. There doesn’t have to be fucking in the traditional sense.”

“I haven’t been with anyone except Lincoln since I got tested,” I say. “I have a clear bill of health and I’m on the pill.”

“So you want me to fuck you right now,” he says, breathing hard as he looks at me. “Skin to skin. Nothing between us.”

“Yes,” I say. “So much.” It’s hard to think with his hand there, so secure. I’ve never felt safer, more present.

“You have any heart conditions, doll? Breathing issues?”

“No, none.” I want to call him Daddy, but is that weird? It’s all I can think about, but I’m afraid to say it. Well, I already brought it up once. “Caleb…do you like to be called Daddy, too?”

He leans down, still with his hand on my throat, and kisses my nose. “Very fucking much.”

Relief. I loved calling Lincoln that, and I’ve been eager to do it again. “Then please, Daddy. Hold me down and fuck me.”

“All right, doll. Right here?”

“Please.”

“And you want me to come inside you?”

“Yes.”

He eyes my bathing suit bottoms and lets go of my neck to yank them down my legs. “Take off your top and play with those tits while I lick your sweet cunt.”

I pull the halter over my head, but it tangles on my sunglasses so I take those off, too. I feel really freaking exposed to be completely nude in the backyard, but the fences are high and the neighbors far away.

And also? A tiny, rebellious part of me loves being naked and free under the bright blue sky.

“One foot on either side of your chair, baby,” Caleb says. “Not on the ground, on the cushion.”

When I do as he asks, he kneels at the foot of the lounge chair, slides his hands under my ass, and yanks me toward his mouth. I yelp at the sudden movement, but then moan when I feel the hot slide of his tongue over my pussy lips.

“Good,” he whispers, kissing my inner thigh. “You’re just as good and sweet as I remember. I wanted more of a taste that night, doll, and now you’re giving it to me.”

He pushes a finger inside of me and I gasp, bumping my hips forward to wordlessly ask for more.

“Are you playing with those little nipples like Daddy asked?” he says, looking up from my pussy to my face.

“I forgot, sorry. It feels so good, Daddy.”

“It’ll feel better if you do what I say,” he says.

I want to impress him, I want him to approve of everything I’m doing, so I grab my breasts with my hands and squeeze and pinch my nipples.

He’s right—it feels amazing. The pleasure shoots from my breasts to my clit, which he rhythmically licks in time with the push and pull of his fingers.

Movement in the corner of my eye has me freezing. At first I thought it came from outside, but no—it’s the upstairs bedroom. As soon as I see it, it’s gone, the window empty.

“What is it, doll?”

“I think Lincoln’s home,” I gasp, trying to push his head away and sit up.

He nips my inner thigh. “So?”

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