CHAPTER THREE
Daisy
The look of disbelief on his face is about as close to priceless as anything I’ve ever seen in my life. “Well, yellow is my favorite color,” I say, “and I can’t imagine someone having to go without it.”
He looks stunned and he says, “What am I going to do with you, little girl.”
I blush at the term. “Well, I guess I should tell you something… Daddy.” His eyes grow wide at the use of that term.
“Oh yeah?”
I hold out the bag of lollipops and he takes them. “Well, now that I’ve held up my side of the transaction and delivered yours, you need to know there’s a price for these lollipops.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, I charge a smile for one, but this is a whole bag. So, that’s a lot of smiling.”
He chuckles and smiles broadly.
“That’s a good start,” I say, “but I think you might need help smiling enough to pay for these.” I shrug. “No problem. I can help.”
He chuckles again. “Oh yeah, how?”
“Like this,” I say as I step into his hotel room and kiss him. At first, he’s shocked that the playful flirting becomes something more but after a moment he kisses back eagerly. I’m surprised. After expecting just a fun moment of playfulness, a damned sexy kiss is more than I expect.
Maybe more than a kiss?
I slide my hands around his waist and press myself against him, hoping he gets the hint that I really, really, really want him to smile.
This man gets hints.
Although I suppose I must be considered the aggressor in this situation, it takes no time at all for Maxwell to become aggressive. His hands slide from the middle of my back down to my ass in no time at all. He also immediately pulls at the sundress, gathering it upward so soon my ass is exposed. His hands go there, squeezing firmly and I’m pretty damned overcome with need.
What’s really weird is that as I kiss him, I find myself thinking things I don’t usually think at all. I find myself wondering what it will be like tomorrow if I’ll ever see him again. I think about whether or not a guy like him and a girl like me could have anything like a relationship.
I never think this way.
And then all thought kind of disappears as he shifts us slightly so his hand can get at my front. He still kisses me but now one hand is over my pussy, rubbing with firm pressure through the thin cotton of my very skimpy panties. I let out, “Oh!” as sensations shoot through me. It’s confusing because it’s not like someone hasn’t rubbed me this way before. I can’t point to a single thing he does differently with his fingers but it still makes every previous time seem amateurish. His other hand slides up my spine, pulling up the sundress as it does, and I want to help but what he does between my legs makes me feel weak.
I remember the night before, how I touched myself in just the same way as I imagined Max’s hands instead of mine and the fact that my fantasy is literally coming true in every detail right now is the sexiest possible thing I can think of. Before long, I am whining and gasping and struggling to cope with the pleasure that pulses through me and when he lifts the sundress off of me with his other hand, I am overwhelmed by the sensations that pulse through me.
Oh my God, I’m about to cum. He’s not even touching me directly and I’m about to cum. As it turns out, I don’t cum while he rubs over my panties because just as I’m about to, he slides his fingers under my panties. As soon as he reaches my clit, I cum again, so hard that I cry out loudly and my heels drum on the floor.
“Oh God, Max!” I cry as I struggle to keep my balance.
He places his other hand on the small of my back and holds me steady as I cum. I just manage to recover from the first orgasm when he lowers his head to my breast and begins to suckle my nipple and I am thrown right back to the peak.
“Oh, God!” I cry as this time my feet come completely off the ground. They never return to the ground because the next thing I know, my pussy—still throbbing from my second climax in as many minutes—is wrapped around his thick cock.
I have no idea how he managed to undress himself while rubbing me to two powerful orgasms and I have no idea how he managed to remove my panties without me realizing it but I don’t think about it for long because I’m too busy burying my head in his shoulder and screaming as my third orgasm completely overtakes me. Without needing to worry about keeping my feet, my body can focus all of its senses on experiencing his cock and when Max says, “Cum hard for me, little girl,” the orgasm intensifies.
I gasp and say, “Oh yes. Fuck yes, Max. Oh my God.”
I keep crying out and gasping as my orgasm pulses over and over and my pussy squeezes and molds itself to his powerfully thrusting cock. When he shudders and I feel his cock begin to jerk inside me, I try to grind my hips over him but I can’t because my body is already twisting and jerking over him with the intensity of my own pleasure.
When my orgasm finishes, I collapse limply over him. He kisses me softly on my neck and ears as he carries me to the bed. He gently lowers me but just before I settle onto the mattress, he begins thrusting again.
“Oh! Shit! Fuck, Max!” I cry as he thrusts into me while holding me just above the bed. Being suspended like that forces my muscles to stiffen and when I cum again, I can’t release the orgasm all at once and it lasts far longer and stays intense far longer as well.
I am completely exhausted when cries out and finishes again and when I drift to sleep, still twitching over his cock, I wear a soft, satisfied smile.