Daddy's Dirty Obsession - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

The wooden stairs creaked under my weight as I descended, playing the part of a man who'd just checked on Victoria. She lay sprawled across the couch while Evelyn perched in the armchair like a restless bird.
Victoria's exhausted face lit up when she spotted me, offering a lazy half-wave that made her look even more wiped out.
I flashed my best "concerned husband" smile, ignoring the persistent ache between my legs.
Of course Victoria had perfect fucking timing.
Nothing kills a hard-on faster than your wife walking in.
I smoothed my expression into something warm and approachable as I crossed the room.
"Hey, honey," she murmured when I bent to kiss her cheek. Her skin tasted like stale coffee and exhaustion.
"Rough day at the office?" I asked, sinking onto the couch beside her.
My attention snagged on Evelyn - thumbs flying across her phone screen, bare thighs glinting in the lamplight. Christ, I wanted to ruin her. Wanted to bend her over that armchair and fuck her until she forgot her own name.
"...and my nine AM got moved to seven-thirty," Victoria was saying. I nodded like I gave a shit.
"You're running yourself ragged," I murmured, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "What's for dinner?"
Victoria waved a limp hand. "Just sleep. Every muscle in my body's screaming."
I pulled her against me, letting her head loll onto my shoulder. "How about a back rub? These hands work miracles."
She giggled - actually giggled - and burrowed closer. "Tempting, but I'll stick with Ambien. Five AM comes fast."
Her head popped up suddenly, squinting at Evelyn. "She wasn't any trouble, was she?"
Oh, the trouble she'd been.
Before I could answer, Evelyn's head snapped up like a pissed-off viper. "I'm right here, Mom."
Victoria sighed. "I know, sweetheart. I just wish you two—"
"We tolerate each other beautifully," Evelyn cut in, locking eyes with me for one electric second. "Stop talking like I'm furniture."
There's my firecracker.
"Okay, okay," Victoria surrendered, loosening her tie. "Your first shift's tomorrow, right?"
Evelyn gave a curt nod without looking up.
I willed her to meet my gaze. Those eyes destroyed me - especially when they rolled back as I throat-fucked her. Just the memory had me straining against my zipper.
"You really don't have to—"
"I want to," Evelyn snapped, launching off the chair. "I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me."
That last part was 100% for me.
"That child," Victoria muttered as Evelyn vanished upstairs. "Could you drive her tomorrow? I told her she doesn't need the money but..."
"Relax," I soothed, squeezing her hand. "Our girl's got grit. Let's get you to bed."
The faster she conked out, the better.
Victoria melted against me as I guided her toward our room. I'd have fed her those sleeping pills myself if necessary.
"You're too good to me," she slurred.
I smirked at her oblivious back.
If she only knew.
The bedroom lay silent except for Victoria's drugged snores. Three hours of staring at the burgundy walls, counting each breath until I was sure she wouldn't wake.
Time's up.
I slid from bed like a shadow and beelined for Evelyn's room. No way I'd survive the night without burying myself in her.
One soft knock and the door swung open - there stood Evelyn, grinning like the devil herself.
Right on time.
My perfect little rule-breaker.
I stepped inside, barely resisting the urge to pin her against the wall and shred those pajamas.
"Took you long enough, Daddy," she teased, pushing me toward the bed with one finger.
I collapsed against the headboard, yanking her onto my lap. "Been practicing, I see," I growled, hands mapping her curves.
She crashed her lips against mine, moaning as I claimed her mouth. My hands fisted in her hair, my teeth nipping her swollen lip.
Her hips rolled against me, that sweet friction almost undoing me right there.
Evelyn broke away just long enough to rip off her top. My gaze zeroed in on those perfect tits straining against a bra two sizes too small.
Fucking perfect.
"Like what you see, Daddy?" she purred, biting her lip.
"Off. Now."
She unhooked the bra with theatrical slowness, letting it slither down her arms.
"Christ," I hissed, palming her breasts - those pink nipples already pebbled for me. "You'll kill me, baby girl."
"Let me take care of you tonight," she whispered, gasping as I sucked a nipple into my mouth.
Her fingers clawed at my shoulders as she ground against me, soaking my shorts with her arousal. I twisted her other nipple, earning a delicious whimper.
"Ride me," I commanded.
She obeyed instantly, her heat pressed against my throbbing cock.
"C-can I?" Her fingers hovered over my bulge.
I nodded.
Her small hand slipped inside, wrapping around me with just the right pressure. I nearly came on the spot.
Enough.
I hauled her off me, forcing her to her knees.
"Suck."
I freed myself, watching her eyes darken at the sight.
"Daddy..." Her lips parted in fake innocence.
I fisted her hair and shoved into that sinful mouth.
She took me like a champ - tongue swirling, lips tight, gagging when I hit the back of her throat. Her fingers found my balls, kneading gently, and I saw stars.
"Just like that - fuck - don't stop," I snarled.
She obeyed, sucking me like her life depended on it.
I came hard down her throat, vision whiting out as she swallowed every drop.
When I finally pulled back, she gazed up with swollen lips and fucked-out eyes.
"Good girl?"
I tossed her onto the mattress, looming over her.
"Now for your reward, baby."