“Am I your good girl?”she asked, grasping his cock and kissing the head with closed lips.
He buried his hands in her hair.“Yes...now open your mouth and show Daddy just how good you can be.”
“Oh, I can be very good,” she purred, running the tip of her tongue under the rim of the head.
He tightened his grip on her hair.
She maintained the seductive eye contact and licked a slow line from the base of his balls to the frenulum.Stretching her lips, she engulfed his entire cock with her mouth, sending a shudder of pleasure down his inner thighs to the arches of his feet.She deep-throated him, her tongue swirling along the underside of his dick while she sucked him, hard.
His knees went weak.He grasped her head and pumped his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth as he held her still.
She made enthusiastic noises, her hips gyrating in a little dance, giving away her own arousal.“Baby, you are so good,” he moaned.But he wanted more.He pulled his cock out and lifted her roughly to her feet, propelling her backward.He protected the back of her head with his hand when she hit the wall, then lifted one of her knees and plowed into her.
She cried out, looping her arms around his neck.
He shoved in hard, pressing her body against the wall, thrusting in and up with each glorious stroke.The condom came off, so at the last moment he pulled out, pushing her back to her knees and cumming all over her breasts.
She clutched at her pussy, as if dismayed by his hasty retreat.
He pulled her to stand, then lifted her to straddle him, walking her to the bed, where he dropped her unceremoniously on her back and spread her legs wide.“What’s the matter, does your pussy need some attention?”he asked, slapping it.
She shrieked and tried to close her knees, but he held them open.
“Does this sweet little yoni want to come, too?”He rubbed her clit with his thumb at the same time he slid two fingers inside her.
She writhed under him, her legs thrashing.
He pumped his fingers in and out, all the while vibrating her clit until she gushed, bucking in the most beautiful display of combined orgasm and female ejaculation.
Marissa bounced on her heels,unable to stop smiling.She couldn’t actually remember a time anyone had ever followedherwhim when making plans.Maybe because she always deferred, letting others decide.Maybe because no one had ever asked her before what would make her happy.
Joel had.Not only had he asked, he had delivered.Immediately.Somehow he’d arranged to fly them to Vegas on a private jet and they now stood in the elevator at Aria Resort and Casino, heading down to see Cirque.
She slid a glance at Joel, delighted to find him watching her, as usual.She’d never been paid so much attention in her life.
“Are you excited, little girl?”he asked, his lips tugging up in amusement.
She flipped her pigtails.“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, hoping the other people in the elevator wouldn’t hear.Or maybe she hoped they did.She wasn’t entirely sure.The two of them garnered a lot of attention as celebrities out on the town, with people pulling out their phones to snap pictures as they went by.
She’d dressed to please her daddy, using her best attempt at sexy Little clothes.Joel had promised to take her shopping for more baby girl outfits the next day.Tonight she wore a baby doll dress, the kind with the fabric gathered between her breasts and falling loosely to mid-thigh with a pair of kitten heels.She had a pair of panties with a bow on the back and a cut-out to reveal the top of her buttocks.She’d gone simple with the make-up—lots of mascara to bat her lashes, a touch of rouge and an almost bare gloss on her lips.
The elevator doors opened and everyone stood back as Joel ushered her out and down the hall.A long line had queued for the show, but the man taking tickets looked over and waved them ahead of the line.
“Good evening, Mr.Sutherland, Ms.Sparks.Welcome to our show.”
They thanked him and walked down the aisle to front row seats.Joel waited for her to sit, but the moment he sat down, she stood back up and scrambled onto his lap.“Thank you, Daddy,” she purred in his ear.To the people seated behind them, she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll move when the show starts.”
“Is that Marissa Sparks?”one of them asked and they whipped out their cell phones to snap photos.
She wiggled on Joel’s lap, feeling his cock hard under her bottom.She slipped her sandal off and ran her bare toes up the inside of his pant leg.
He squeezed her thigh.“My baby girl is excited, isn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
The lights dimmed and the show began.She slid to her own seat and sat back to take in the sleek bodies moving in choreographed acrobatics.Each act was more riveting than the last, and she gasped and applauded with the rest of the audience.As a performer herself, she loved a well-executed show.And she wasn’t the type who sat back and criticized or got snarky.If entertainers were working hard to give it their all, she gave them her full enthusiasm as an audience member.
“That was amazing,” she exclaimed when the show ended.She jumped to her feet to give them a standing ovation.
