Maid For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 3)

It’s been two months since my mother left, and I sure am lucky I was nowhere in sight when she showed up to grab all her belongings.

Brady and I have been away on a cruise. The sun, the ocean, just the two of us making love at every chance we get. I feel a sense of freedom that I’ve never experienced before. It’s good to escape the side-eye and frowns from Ms. Dana, too. She doesn’t like what’s going on between us, but she holds her tongue because she can’t afford another job. No one is going to pay her well as Brady does.

Now, we sit here at the dining room table and I can feel his eyes on me.

I giggle at him.

Daddy bought me a new robe; it’s short and made of silk, and I love how soft it is draped over my body.

He pushes his chair back and furrows his brow, looking slightly frustrated all of a sudden.

“What’s the matter?” I ask him softly, putting my fork down and pushing the food away from me.

“Come here, and I will tell you.” He grins at me. I shoot him a look, glancing around the dining room.

I’m used to giving him what he wants whenever he wants, and the more we play with each other, the more I fall in love with him.

I slowly rise from my seat and move to find a place on his lap, pressing my cheeks against his hard cock as I ease down. I grind against him, teasing him just a little.

“Lift that hot little ass of yours,” he growls at me, his warm breath against the nape of my neck.

I arch my back higher up, right as his hand lifts up the back of my robe.

He unbuttons his pants, pulling out his cock as he’s ready for me. Just like he always is.

As I ease back down, I feel the tip of his cock teasing the back of my pussy. He lets out a groan, reveling in how turned on I am, and all by him. I’m ready whenever he wants me, even right here, right now.

As he slips his cock in, the phone starts to go off.

It’s Ms. Dana.

“Fuck. I have to grab this, it’ll only be a sec.” He says, answering the phone by the second ring.

“Did you find it?” He answers.

I shut my eyes and swallow back the moan that’s threatening to emerge.

I can’t make out what’s being said on the other end, but I bite back a giggle as I feel Brady flexing his cock inside me.

“Call me when you know,” he responds, his voice a bit strangled.

He hangs up the phone, bringing his eyes to mine as I can see the fire within them.

“Daddy…,” I whimper out.

He quickly slides his hands to my hips, pulling me up and parting my legs in one swift motion as he brings me down to straddle him.

My head rests on his shoulder, my legs are spread wide, and I feel his fingers toying with my clit; rubbing it relentlessly. I begin grinding against his finger, my pussy pounding against his cock as it slides back into me, going deeper and deeper.

“I want a little treat... what do you think, baby girl?” He asks me playfully.

“What do you want, daddy? I can make you anything,” I question as innocently as I can, knowing he’s enjoying our role-playing, as he always does.

He tightens his grip on my hips and pushes me off, bringing my feet back to the floor.

“You don’t have to make me anything. What I want is your delicious, wet, pussy... and you know how.”

He’s so blunt that it makes me even wetter for him, and I can feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs.