Page 16 of Gooey

Chapter 6

Moore

She’s a goddamn angel and I’m about to bust a nut all over her heavenly body. I can’t believe she’s never been touched before. Winter is perfect and she’s all fucking mine.

Stirring from the dazed state her orgasm put her in, her pretty pale eyes begin to watch my every move. She’s still panting softly, regaining her ability to breathe normally and I’m about to lose my mind. I haven’t had the urge to come this intense in my whole damn life. My girl hasn’t even touched my cock and it’s ready to blow.

“Shirt, sugar,” I grunt, circling my thick length with my meaty fist. “Lift your shirt for me so I can decorate all of that sexy skin.”

Her delicate fingers lift the hem of her pink sweater, tugging it up just below her breasts. I don’t know if she’s trying to hide them from me or if she’s simply too boneless to move the fabric further. Either way, the sight of her glistening little pussy petals and flat exposed stomach is enough.

My balls tighten, the coil of desire inside of me breaking with an unforgiving speed. I jerk the fuck out of my heavy rod, jaw clenching as warmth consumes me. Ropes of cum spurt from my tip, painting Winter’s naked body. She whimpers as the warm jizz covers her, dripping all the way down to her sticky vagina.

“Fucking Christ,” I groan, pumping out the last few gushes directly onto her clit. Just looking at her perfect little pleasure pearl makes my head feel fuzzy. It’s even prettier painted in my milky release.

“Wow,” Winter says with an exhale. She stares down at the mess I’ve made of her and blinks. “It’s so much.”

“Shit, sorry,” I say sheepishly, climbing out of bed to find something to clean her up. Of course she doesn’t want to be bathed in my semen like some kind of kinky art exhibit.

When she sees me grabbing a towel from the cupboard, she holds up her pointer finger to stop me. “Can you get me my hot pink slime from my box?”

What?

Confused but willing to oblige, I hold on to the towel but head for her box of things. It doesn’t take long to fish out her neon pink slime since it’s nearly glowing. I’m not sure what’s so special about it because it just looks like a plastic cylinder of what could definitely pass for radioactive goo. But if she wants to play with her crafts after the gift she just gave me, she sure as fuck can.

Handing her the container, I move to clean her up and Winter swats my hand away softly. “Don’t waste it,” she chastises while unscrewing her slime’s lid.

Before I can inquire about what she’s doing and why the heck she’s doing it, she has her pink stuff out of the plastic and is mushing it in her hands happily. Utterly lost, I watch as she expands the slime, stretching it wide and then covering her stomach with it.

She uses the pink stuff like a vessel to pick up my creamy cum, incorporating the two together. My jaw feels heavy while I gape at her actions.

“Are you mixing my cum into your slime?”

“Of course, I am, silly.”

Still stunned but too enamored with her to care, I ask, “And it’s… making you happy?”

She looks up from her crafts, grinning widely. “I’m delighted! I can’t wait to see how it affects the texture. Did you know there are a whole bunch of slime types? This one is butter slime so it has air dry clay in it. It feels like a thick and soft cloud.”

Winter giggles as she gathers all of the cum from her body, even what’s between her legs. Slowly but surely, she has all of my seed mixed into her now slightly-less neon concoction. Even though it’s mixed, she continues to play with it wistfully.

“I didn’t know that,” I reply honestly. “Is butter slime your preference?”

“Uh-huh,” she confirms. “I like snow fizz slime too, but I don’t have the stuff for it.”

Not right now she doesn’t. By the end of the week, she will. I’ll have whatever it is expedited here, I don’t care what it costs. I’ve got millions in the bank that I never use, and if this fizz makes her smile half as much as she is right now, it’ll be more than worth it. Hell, if I can’t have it delivered, I’ll leave this place and take her to find it in person.

I haven’t seriously thought about leaving the off-shore site since arriving. But the more I have her close, the more I know I have to. She’s been trapped here more than she’s been free. Living here? It’s no life for her. And I don’t plan to live without her. Not anymore.

“You’ve got that thinking look in your eye,” she informs me, lips twitching. “What’s on your mind, handsome?”

“The future,” I respond honestly. “I know you said we could talk about it tomorrow, but I can’t stop thinking about tomorrow and every day after that.”

She blushes hard. “Yeah? With me?”

“Can’t see it any other way, sugar,” I admit.

“And how do you see it?”

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