Page 56 of Hot Dad Summer

I took the plunge. Either he was going to take me the way we both wanted him to take me or he was going to leave me in the middle of nowhere for what I was about to say. “Fuck me like you mean it or take me home so one of your brothers can.”

He froze. His entire body went rigid and his eyes burned into mine. “Daisy.”

I hooked my leg over his hip and dug my heel into his ass, pushing him deeper. “Well?”

I thought I saw a quick smirk before he sat back on his heels and yanked my legs up and onto his shoulders. He grabbed both of my hands and used them to hold me steady as he set a pace that immediately knocked the air out of my lungs and made my eyes water with pleasure. His grip on my wrists was tight and he used it to drag my body back to his when his thrusts knocked me higher in the sand.

He was silent as he fucked me hard enough to make my moans come out broken and my breasts bounce. His stare was hard but his mouth was where his face gave him away. He had his bottom lip caught between his teeth but even still, I could see the corners of his mouth tipped up. I’d given him permission to come out and play and he wasn’t disappointing.

He let go of my hands to turn my on my side and held my legs down and together as he continued fucking me. It made him feel even larger inside me. He watched me grasp at the sand and brought his hand down on my outer thigh, spanking me. “Fuck, your pussy feels amazing. I can’t wait to fill it with my come, Daisy. I’ve been fucking my fist for weeks thinking of you but I still have a lot saved up just for your perfect pussy.”

I was a sandy, moaning mess. I was saying things but I had no idea what I was saying or if it was even words. Gasping as Max picked me up with his cock still buried in me, I held onto his shoulders until he put me down in front of the golf cart. I moved where he wanted me and found myself bent over at the waist, gripping the cart like a lifeline.

Max reached around and cupped my breasts as he pounded into me from behind. He leaned over my back and suck the skin at the base of my neck, for sure marking me. Instead of making me want to punch him, it made me want to do anything and everything he said. “This is how they fucked you. When you were pinned between my brothers. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. There was just one thing I’ve been wondering, Daisy. If I did join, where do you plan on taking a third cock, baby?”

I let out an embarrassing moan when he teased the third spot he was thinking about. With just the tip of his finger he stroked me and the sensation was nothing like I’d expected. He was the only person to ever touch me there, despite Tyler wanting to. I suddenly wanted Max to take that virginity with a raging need. I looked back at him and met his gaze. “Take me there, Max. I’ve never…but I want you.”

His eyes went soft and the expression on his face was tender. “It’ll hurt.”

“I know. But I want it to be you.” I was sure and he didn’t fight me. I stayed still and relaxed as he used my own juices to wet his fingers. The first finger felt strange. The second one almost made me reconsider what was turning out to be a terrible idea. He reached around and rubbed my clit, though, and the discomfort shifted into a new kind of pleasure.

Max stretched me as much as he could before we both needed him inside me. He leaned down and turned my head so he could kiss me and held me like that as he slowly pushed his dick past the tight ring of muscle. I groaned and he put his hand back on my clit, stroking it to distract me. “That’s it, Daisy. Take my cock in your ass.”

I wasn’t expecting the powerful orgasm that crashed over me. It came out of nowhere and stole my ability to speak or breath as it ravaged me. I felt Max use it to his advantage to bury the rest of his length inside me. It was like he was touching something inside me that kept the orgasm going and the sudden urge to pee hit just as fast as the orgasm. Max felt my body respond when he stroked at a certain depth and kept his focus there.

I screamed as he moved his hand and fucked three fingers into my core. A wall inside me caved and I came hard enough that a flood of my come splashed out of me. Max kept at me with his fingers and his perfectly angled thrusts, forcing me to continue coming and shaking violently until I thought I’d pass out.

Max thrust harder and faster until he came with a loud roar, my name on his lips over and over again. I felt his come filling my ass and the insane part of my brain wanted to challenge him because he hadn’t come where he’d promised. As if I could handle another minute of pleasure.

“This part won’t be as fun, Daisy.” He pulled out as gently as he could but he was right. I was already sore and exhausted. He proved that we were sharing a brain wave, though, when he kissed my back. “Next time. I’ll fill your pussy next time. And there will be a next time. Lots and lots of next times.”

I let out a weak laugh and didn’t complain when he picked me up. “Where are we going?”

“To clean you up and then home to bed.” He hesitated. “To my bed.

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***Daisy***

"Happy birthday, dear Haaaaank! Happy birthday to you!"

Hank sat at the head of the picnic table like a tiny human, upright in his chair. He had a glittery birthday hat strapped under his chin, smiling his too-human smile while three children and three grown men sang to him. The kids had declared it his birthday at breakfast. When I pointed out that nobody actually knew Hank's birthday, probably including Hank, Hazel informed me the date had been decided at breakfast and voting was closed. I hushed right up. Where I come from, you don't argue with an adorable child with conviction.

Wes came from the grill carrying a plate like he was presenting a crown roast to a visiting king. On it sat the most beautiful cheeseburger I’d ever seen, toasted bun, perfect char, a single blue birthday candle burning in the center. He’d spent forty minutes on it while muttering that it was absolutely not for the dog.

The song wound down and Hank’s eyes found mine over the flame. Just for a second. My little demon in a paper crown, at the head of a table full of people neither of us had in our lives just two months ago. Then Poppy yelled at him to make a wish and the moment was gone.

“Blow it out, Hank! Big breath!”

Hank did the opposite of a big breath. He inhaled it in one bite. The candle went out and disappeared down his gullet.

“That took me forty minutes.” Wes stared at the empty plate amazed.

“He loved it,” Hazel said. “You can tell because it’s gone.”

“Where’s the candle?” Charlie was already under the table. “Is it in him? Is he gonna poop out his own birthday candle?”

“Maybe we don’t talk about Hank’s poop while we’re eating,” Wes said.