Agree with whatever the girl who is touching your penis says.
“Yeah, whatever.”
“And right now I want to suck your cock.”
“Do it. Your prince commands.”
I bury my hand in her hair, pushing her head down as she sinks to her knees. Daisy opens her ruby-red mouth and flicks her tongue across my head. My cock jumps, and I fight the urge to push my hips forward and sink into her. Wet heat wraps around my length as she takes me into her mouth, and I groan as her tongue dances, flicking across the sensitive head. She twists her hand, pumping me as she works my length. I rock my hips, burying myself to the hilt.
Daisy’s shirt blows in a breeze, giving me a fantastic view of her tits. She catches me watching her, and then I pop out of her mouth so she can lift the yellow shirt from her gorgeous body. She tosses it aside and takes my cock back in her mouth. It’s like sinking into a bath.
Bloody hell.
Looking down at a half-naked girl sitting on her knees as she sucks me off—fucking awesome. I grab the back of her dark head, and I push myself into her throat. Her stomach sucks in as she lifts herself, taking me as deep as she can, before she gags and pulls back.
“I told you I was big. Keep sucking, Princess.”
She winces at the nickname, but I decide I like it. Princess Daisy. It has such a cute, innocent ring to it that is totally at odds with the vixen sucking my cock right now.
The pressure builds as she pumps me faster, blowing me with so much enthusiasm that I wonder if all the girls before her were faking it. She pops me out of her mouth to take me lengthwise between her lips, flicking her tongue, making me moan. Then she reaches the tip and I plunge into her mouth.
I want to come.
I grab her head, forcing her back. “Do you want to taste my cum? Do you want it in your mouth?”
She looks at me with luminous, blue eyes, saying nothing as she turns her head and takes me deep. She strokes me faster and faster. The sloppy blowjob invades all my senses. I take her head again, the pressure inescapable, and I fuck her throat. I crush my hips against her mouth, closer and closer. Then she cups my balls in her hand, and I feel them tighten.
Then a jet of cum blasts into Daisy’s mouth. The brook echoes with my loud groan as I pump my cock into her throat with another hot jet. I’m still hard as she swallows me, milking my cock for every drop. I’m still hard when she sits back, her sides heaving. I came, but the ache still pounds within me.
She reaches for her t-shirt and pulls it over her head. When she attempts to get up, I push her back down.
“I’m not done.”
“I am,” she says with a smirk.
What?
Daisy pushes my hand to the side and stands up. “Thanks, that was fun.” Then she grabs my jacket off the ground and shrugs it on as she walks to the path, leaving me standing there at full attention. It’s not until she turns her head and I see that condescending smirk that I realize the truth.
She played me.
Five
ROYAL WEDDING DISASTER: Ditzy Daisy Incites Riot!
Daisy
“Ma’am, would you prefer the D’alamingnon or the McQueen?”
Would I prefer the what or the what?
One of my aides points to a couple pairs of shoes. The white shoe on the right has a thick, spiraled heel that rises to an absurd height. The shards of glass glued to the shoe make it look glamorous, but…
“What’s the point? They won’t see my shoes under the dress.”
In the mirror, I watch as she gives the hairstylist a significant look that clearly says, Stupid American.
“I’ll pick the Dalamig—sorry, what was it?”
“D’alamingnon. Excellent choice, ma’am. The designer will be thrilled. She’s a new artist from Willsborough.”
I smile vacantly, wishing I could feel a shred of the designer’s happiness. My parents’ wounded emails keep burning in my head. Why didn’t you tell us that you were getting married—and why weren’t we invited? You didn’t have to lie. We’re your parents, and we love you. Please call us. We’re worried.
Only my professor and classmates seem to still think the whole thing is a sham. Professor Sandusky emails me every week, asking for updates, and I have