Swallow- Evan *Smut*

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Evan and I were out shopping to find something nice to wear at a friends birthday party. Nothing to fancy, just a nice outfit. Evan had already found and paid for his, while I was still looking. The truth is, I had already found the perfect outfit awhile back but I feeling a little distracted and needed to figure out a way to fix it.

Then it hit me, I grabbed the red polka dotted dress, the leather vest, and the boots that just went past my ankles. After getting changed, I walked over to Evan, who had his back to me and whispered, "How do I look, daddy?"

When Evan turned to look at me, his eyes were dark but he still looked me up and down. "You look great, baby doll."

"Will you come help me with the zipper?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him. Evan nodded, then followed me into the dressing room.

Evan went in first, once the door was closed and locked Evan pushed me up against the door. The front of my body was pressed up against the door, while Evan was pressed against my backside. His fingers trailed up my inner thigh as he whispered in my ear, "Do you think it's okay to tease daddy in public?"

I swallowed hard, but I didn't say anything. Evan pushed his fingers under the material of my panties and began rubbing hard circles on my clit. "Answer me. Do you think it's okay?"

"No, I'm sorry." I lied, I knew exactly what I was doing and it was working perfectly in my favor.Evan stopped rubbing me, swiftly pulling my panties to the floor. "I don't believe you." He stated, lifting up the dress and smacking my ass. It wasn't loud, but it still stung like a bitch.

After the hit, I lost feeling of Evan's touch completely. I turned my head slightly to see that Evan had pushed his pants down low enough so that he was pumping himself. A smile played on my lips as I turned my head and rested my forehead on the door.

"Daddy, I didn't mean to." I lied again.

Evan took a hold of my hips, pulling me away from the door and forcing me to bend over with one of his hands. Both of my hands were flat against the door as Evan ran his tip between my folds. "If you didn't mean to you wouldn't be calling me daddy." Evan stated, his voice low.

Evan pushed himself inside me, causing me to gasp. I moaned as Evan pulled out and slammed back into me. Evan quickly covered my mouth, whispering in my ear, "If you can't keep quiet just wait until we get home."

By then, I was practically putty in his hands. Evan continued to thrust into me, but he was standing up again. Evan took a fist full of my hair, pulling me as he still moved. My knees were shaking as I was coming closer to my release.

Evan started to rub my clit and nip at my neck, causing me to come undone. I called out his name, not caring who heard. Evan pulled out of me, but still unsatisfied. He turned my around and pushed me to my knees. I instinctively wrapped my hand around his length and started pumping. Evan leaned his head back a little, so I licked along the shaft and took swirled my tongue around the tip.

"Stop. Fucking. Teasing." Evan warned, so I went as far on him as I could. I sucked hard as I pulled my head back up, only for Evan to push my head back down again. Usually I hated that, but there was something about Evan doing it that made it okay.

Both of my hands were placed on Evan's thighs as I bobbed my head. When Evan was completely in my mouth I decided to try something, I moved my lips and gently grazed my teeth long Evan's length. "Fuck." Evan groaned as he spilled himself into me. I swallowed fast, licking my lips as I sat on my knees and looked up at Evan.

Evan helped me to me feet, turning me back around. He took off the vest and started at the zipper, leaning up against me and whispering, "It's a good thing you swallowed, or this dress would have been ruined."

Sorry this took forever to fix. I guess I clicked out of here before it saved all the way and I just assumed that it was complete. Then, it took forever to find it in my google drive because I'm a dumbass and I can't seem to put things in the right folders. 

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