Maid For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 3)

I take a step back, and he takes my hand in his.

“Where are you going?” He asks, seeming confused as to why I was moving.

Doesn’t he want to have sex?

“I thought that you…” I feel myself begin to blush. This man is still so hard to read.

Brady’s hand slams down on the table.

“Here. I want my little treat right here, on the table, right in front of me. There’s no need to be behind closed doors, we’re alone. Hell, even if we weren’t, I want you right here and now. I will not say it again,” he tells me, and there’s no need for him to say it once more. I want all of him inside of me, every inch. Wherever he wants, whenever. I want every pleasure he’s here to bring, for the both of us.

I slowly walk to the edge of the dining table, sliding myself up onto it, positing myself right in front of the chair Brady is eyeing me up from.

He slides my robe up over my hips and moves his hands to my legs, pushing them apart as he gets an open view.

Before I can get a word out, even so much as a breath, he brings his face to my pussy, thrusting his tongue up and down, licking every bit of juice.

I cry out, falling back onto the table as I feel weightless; my body is just a puppet for his desire.

He unties my robe, spreading it open and staring up at my tits as he continues toying with my clit with his tongue. He reaches a hand up, grasping onto my tit as he massages it while moving his tongue to thrust in and out of my hole, relentlessly, pushing me closer and closer to climax.

“Fuck, daddy. Lick me faster!” I cry out for him.

His tongue increases the speed with my cries, bringing me to cum gloriously, soaking his mouth with my warmth as I feel every sensation come alive in me, giving daddy his sweet treat.

10

BRADY

As I pull into the driveway this evening, I can’t wait to give Tiffany her big surprise. I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks now; I even had Ms. Dana pick it up the other night just for this very occasion.

No woman could ever make me as happy as Tiffany does; she’s absolutely perfect, perfect for me. She brings light to my life, driving me to be better for her every single day. I think about our future and the amazing life we’ll have by the side of one another. Forever.

When I arrive home, I inform Tiffany of a trip I have planned for us. I had a few staff members assist with the arrangements earlier today, and now here it all is, coming together.

“A trip?” She questions, her face seeming surprised and eager all in one.

I don’t know how after a few months, I still can’t seem to control myself around her as all I want to do is kiss every little piece of her right now, as she stands there, looking ravishingly as ever. But I restrain myself; we need to get going.

I gently grab her hand, giving her a light pull as we make way out the front door and into the car. The butler closes the trunk after tossing the last bit of luggage inside, something I had in the works to make this

as easy as it’s been so far.

“So, where is it that we’re off going?” She giggles at me, sitting in the passenger seat with that short dress I love of hers that I asked her to toss on.

“You will see,” I say, giving her a smile. She’ll see in due time. She can be patient, just as I have been.

“Fine.” She answers me, scooting over on her seat as she turns her attention out the window.

She can throw a tantrum all she wants but that’s not going to make me give in, and she very well knows that.

* * *

I pull into the narrow driveway of a rustic cabin; the place I rented out for the weekend for the two of us. Tiffany needs it, hell, I even need it. Everything has been so hectic as of late for the both of us.

I look over to find her fast asleep in her seat.

It’s nightfall, but I can see a few lights on from the driveway. A fire is going inside as I notice smoke stemming from the top of the cabin. Ms. Dana set us up right. I asked a favor to call in a friend of hers to help me out for the evening, and I must say, I’m impressed from the outside alone.