Page 63 of Stowaway Whirlwind
Goldie holds her hands up in front of her, still inching backward toward the road. She steps on something in her bare feet that makes her hop on one leg, and I use her distraction to rushher, dropping my shoulder into her belly to sling her over my shoulder.
“Davis!” She laughs, even as she feigns outrage.
I smack Goldie’s ass for using my name as I carry her back to the front of the house. As much as I’d like to put her on her hands and knees right there in the driveway, I don’t like being so exposed on all sides.
I pull my phone from my pocket and tap on the security app. We had the security company install a camera in our room, positioned right above Lily’s crib. She’s still sleeping peacefully, which means I can have my way with her mama for a little while longer.
The automatic lights flick off now that we’re back on the porch, and I drop Goldie onto the new swing, ready to flip her over and deliver another spanking. As soon as her ass hits the seat, though, she’s on her feet, trying to dart off the porch again.
I grab her around the waist to spin her around to face me, then grip the back of her neck. “Not a good idea, baby…out there in the open.” I tip my head toward the lawn.
Goldie nods with understanding and tries to edge toward the front door.
I shake my head. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet.” Getting right in her face, I tell her, “Since you can’t be a good girl and take the spankings you’ve earned, Daddy has to find another way to punish you.”
Goldie wets her lips, and I’m close enough to see her pupils blow wide in the hazy blue light of the television through the front window. I drag her with me, grab and drop the swing’s padded cushion on the ground, and sit on the swing with Goldie standing between my knees. “Kneel on the cushion.”
I tense, waiting to see how Goldie will respond, wishing I could see more than just the outline of her shape in the darkest corner of the porch. My cock jerks when she puts her hands onmy knees and slowly lowers herself. If I wasn’t already hard after chasing her through the house and out the door, I’d be erect in an instant at her obedience.
“Good girl. Now take my cock out.”
Goldie runs her hands up my legs, then pulls my waistband down, freeing my dick. She doesn’t touch it, resting her hands on my upper thighs as if waiting for more instructions. My dick throbs at the power she’s allowing me to have over her right now while I continue to hold the back of her neck.
“Now spit in your hand and grip it.”
Again, she does exactly what I say—butonlywhat I say, nothing more.
“Fuck, baby.” I jerk my hips to fuck up into her fist. “Move your hand up and down now. Squeeze it tighter.” She does it twice, then stops. “Brat,” I spit.
I can hear the smirk in her voice when she pitches it up higher and says innocently, “But I’m doing what you told me to, Daddy.”
I growl, and because I’m not in a position to spank her, I palm the back of her head with my free hand. “Open your mouth, baby.” Then I push her head down, filling her mouth with half my length, hitting the back of her throat before I ease her back an inch when she gags. “Sorry,” I whisper quickly, then louder, “Now suck it.”
She gives my shaft one tentative suck. I know she can’t smirk now that her mouth is full of my cock, but the sentiment is there in her actions—or lack thereof.
“I said, suck it! And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
I nearly explode in her mouth when she closes and suctions her lips around my shaft like she’s trying to forcefully suck the cum right out of my balls. My hips rear off the swing, my balls drawing up tight. I have never felt anything like it before.
“Shit! Fuck, fuck!” My hips jerk over and over again.
She swallows repeatedly, tightening her lips, never letting up the pressure. Thinking I’m going to pass out if this doesn’t end soon, I grip the sides of her head to hold her in place and rock the swing back and forth to fuck in and out of her mouth, making the chains creak almost as loud as the groans of ecstasy pouring out of my mouth. She doesn’t gag this time when I go too deep and hit the back of her throat, so on my next thrust, I push deeper inside.
I’m lightheaded as all my blood drains south, my hands and feet tingling. I thump my head on the top of the wooden backrest and tell my fiancée in a strangled voice, “Jack my dick, baby. I need to cum right fucking now.”
If I thought her mouth and throat were tight, it’s nothing compared to her clenching fist as she moves it up and down the base of my shaft with speed. And then she starts humming and moaning, and my cum shoots right down her throat into her belly.
“Goldie! Ah fuck, yes!” The intense pleasure almost immediately gives way to pain as she keeps going, well past after I’ve finished cumming, since I haven’t directed her to stop.
“You little brat!” I damn near squeal, which has to be the least attractive sound I’ve ever made. “Stop!” I fist her hair and yank her head back.
She laughs after my dick pops out of her mouth. “That’s what you get, Daddy.”
I haul her up with my hands under her armpits, our faces close enough for me to see her expression shift to one of surprise and—not quite fear, but something close to it—at whatever is on my face. Trading places with her, I bend her over the swing with her hands on the seat while I hold onto the back to keep it steady, rip her leggings down, and smack her ass harder than all the times before, her skin undoubtedly blooming bright pink.
She screams, but it’s instantly transformed into a moan when I slide my fingers down to find her pussy and shove two inside her from behind. If my dick weren’t limp after she sucked the ever-loving hell out of it, then I’d have used it instead.
As it is, I fuck her into a hard and fast orgasm. And then I keep going, just as she did, but unlike me, who needs time for my dick to harden between each orgasm, I’m able to spear three fingers inside her and fuck her into a second orgasm right on the heels of the first.
