20. I Dont Deserve Her

Iunlock the front door and let myself in, already guessing what I’m going to find. I know the different versions of Lincoln’s voice, and the one he was using during that call was not his professional tone.

So I’m unsurprised to see Evelyn bent over one of the footstools, gloriously naked and braced just so for Lincoln’s punishing spanks.

“Caleb,” he says when I enter. “It’s nice of you to join us.”

Evelyn doesn’t move except to tilt her head to the side to peek at me through her hair. I stride over and brush it away from her eyes. Her pupils are wide and there’s a soft smile on her face.

“Feeling good, baby?” I ask.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says.

I exchange a look with Lincoln. She’s deep in subspace.

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.

“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.

He can call me a sap all he wants, but I know it in my heart: Evelyn Riorson is the girl for us. She’s the one.

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