Daddy's Dirty Obsession - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

"I can't go. I'm so sorry!" Victoria pleaded, setting the movie tickets on the counter before rushing to pour herself a steaming cup of coffee.
We'd planned this movie night weeks ago, but her insane work schedule kept wrecking our plans.
Even though it was Saturday morning, I wasn't surprised when she canceled—again.
Work was all Victoria ever did.
But honestly?
I didn't give a damn.
My free time was already booked.
"It's fine, sweetheart," I murmured, flashing her an easy smile. "I get it."
"God, the timing's just awful," she sighed, absently stirring her coffee, the silver spoon clinking against the ceramic mug. "The meeting was last-minute—some emergency email that came in this morning. All the big investors are gonna be there. I have to go. I swear I'll make it up to you!"
She didn't need to.
Evelyn had that covered.
"Honey?"
"Yeah?" She turned to me with that guilty pout of hers.
"Seriously, it's okay. I know how your job is. None of this is on you."
She exhaled, nodding reluctantly. "You're the best, you know that?"
Victoria set her mug down, then hesitated. "Actually…"
"What?"
"Why don't you…" She tapped the tickets. "...take Evelyn instead?"
She shrugged. "Could be good bonding time. I know things have been tense between you two. She's stubborn, but she's got a good heart. You see that, right?"
Oh, I saw plenty.
"It's a horror flick. Doubt she'd be into that… especially with me," I said, feigning concern. "I don't know, Victoria…"
"It's been two years. How weird is it if you two can't even sit through a movie together?" she pressed, hell-bent on fixing a rift she didn't realize was already gone. "Just get ready. I'll talk to her."
"You don't have to force it. If she's not comfortable—"
"She will be. Trust me."
She checked her watch and gasped. "Shit, I'm late! One sec!"
She bolted upstairs to Evelyn's room while I savored the dark, filthy thoughts flooding my mind.
Alone with Evelyn in a dark theater?
The idea sent heat straight to my cock.
Minutes later, Victoria and Evelyn came downstairs.
I watched their faces, waiting for the verdict.
"Done! Have fun at the movies!" Victoria chirped, snatching her jacket and keys before blowing me a kiss. "Love you!"
And just like that, she was gone, the door slamming behind her.
"So… the movies?" Evelyn murmured, stepping closer. "Just us. Doesn't that sound fun, Daddy?"
Her arms slid around my neck, her body pressing flush against mine.
"Oh, it will be," I growled, kissing her forehead. "We leave in two hours. Go get ready for me."
She nodded but didn't pull away—just ground against me, smirking when I hissed at the friction.
My hands gripped her ass, squeezing hard, and she let out a soft moan.
"Yes, Daddy…"
Finally, she stepped back—but not without a teasing glance over her shoulder. "Why don't you go get ready for me?"
"Bold," I chuckled, watching her cheeks flush as she sauntered off.
I palmed my aching cock, throbbing with need.
If I didn't fuck her soon, I'd lose my goddamn mind.
I had plans for that theater.
The thought of her muffled moans in a room full of people?
Fuck.
The lights dimmed as we walked in, my grip tight on Evelyn's hand—her legs still unsteady from how hard I'd fingered her in the car.
We sank into the middle-row seats, the plush chairs swallowing us as the room buzzed with anticipation.
I tossed my coat over my lap, pretending to focus on the blank screen while Evelyn's gaze burned into me.
Murmurs and popcorn rustling filled the air.
Then the screen lit up, pulling everyone's attention.
Almost everyone's.
"Daddy…?"
Her whisper was pure sin.
"Shh," I pressed a finger to her lips. "Movie's starting."
She pouted but turned to the screen.
I smirked at how damn cute she looked when she was desperate for me.
The film rolled, the room falling silent.
When I glanced over, Evelyn was already staring, a wicked smile curling her lips.
I knew that look.
Her hand slid under the coat, and my cock jumped the second her fingers brushed against me.
She unzipped my pants slow, teasing, freeing me from my boxers with practiced ease.
Leaning in, her breath scorched my ear.
"You like that, Daddy?"
I didn't answer, scanning the room instead.
But when I leaned back, she took it as permission.
The thrill of being watched shot through me as her fingers circled my tip, her eyes dark with hunger.
She loved this—maybe more than I did.
Her nails grazed my balls, teasing until I choked back a groan.
The guy beside us was too glued to the screen to notice.
Evelyn reveled in my struggle, tightening her grip until I nearly lost it.
My fingers dug into the armrest, my breath ragged.
Fuck, I'm gonna come from a handjob.
"I need to go," I muttered, bolting for the restroom.
Locked in a stall, I freed my cock, still throbbing from her touch.
Then the door creaked open.
This little slut had followed me.
"Daddy…"
Evelyn bit her lip, voice dripping with need. "Fuck me in here. I need to come."
I yanked her into the stall, forcing her to her knees.
"Suck."
Her lips wrapped around me, tongue swirling as she took me deep.
I gripped her hair, fucking her mouth like it was her pussy.
Her gagging only made me harder.
When I came down her throat, she swallowed every drop, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Your turn," I growled, spinning her around and hiking up her skirt.
No underwear.
"Fucking slut."
I spanked her hard, leaving a red mark before slamming into her from behind.
"Ah! Daddy!"
Her moans were muffled against the door as I pounded into her, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.
Her body trembled, legs shaking as she took me like a good girl.
"Daddy's gonna fill you up," I growled, gripping her hips.
"Yes!"
With a groan, I came inside her, my release hot and deep.
She turned, lips swollen, eyes glazed.
"Thank you, Daddy."
I smirked, patting her cheek.
"You're Daddy's perfect little slut."