Page 22 of Stowaway Whirlwind
“Baby, please. I’m barely holding onto my sanity. Just…just go back to bed.” His brows are pushed up together, his body language a silent echo of his spoken plea.
“Ok…Daddy,” I say with cheek and step back all of two inches, a thrill pulsing through my veins, wondering how far I can push him before he snaps.
Turns out not any further.
“Oh fuck, you said it. I can’t take it anymore.” Davis shoves his pants down and grips his bare cock, which has to be at least nine inches long—almost double the length and girth of Colton’s—the fat mushroom head swollen and wet. It’s a good thing Davis doesn’t have any neighbors as he pumps his shaft, bare-assed on the front porch, adding a new charge to his growing list of crimes.
My jaw drops, and my hand flies to my throat. “Oh my god. How does that thing even fit inside a woman?” It’s a serious question.
Davis’s knees almost give out. “I would make it fit, baby. Stretch you so good, you’d be begging for Daddy’s cock to fill you up.”
I whimper, imagining what all that would entail. At his age, I bet he knows how to use it, too.
Davis backs up in horror, stumbling down a step before catching his balance. “I didn’t mean to say that. You should go inside. Please, please, please, go inside,” he begs even as he continues to jack his cock.
I shake my head and stand my ground, not ready to go back to facing reality yet. “I want to see you finish,” I say boldly. I want to see the face Davis makes when he finds his pleasure and cums.
He groans and shoves his pants down further, then cups his heavy balls. “You want to see Daddy cum?”
I nod and grip the doorframe.
“Then show me your tits, baby.”
Well, shit.Welcome back, reality. I cross my arms over my chest, the fun spoiled. “Why would you want to see them?”
Davis’s jaw drops, and so do his hands, his hard cock bobbing up and down. “Did you seriously just askwhyI want to see yourincredible tits?” His voice has risen in pitch, an angry edge to it by the end of his question
“Well, yeah.” I drop my arms and motion to them, wrinkling my nose. “I think my milk is starting to come in because they’re all swollen and hard, and you can see every vein…” I trail off, my breath hitching at the furious look on Davis’s face.
Davis
“Sweet mother of god, you can’t be serious.” I rush Goldie, and she squeaks in surprise when I haul her up in my arms and stomp into the living room after kicking the door closed. Instead of throwing her down on the couch and hurting her stomach again, I sit her gently on the edge and kneel on the area rug between her legs.
My hands tremble when I look at her wide-eyed expression as I lift her shirt over her pale breasts that jiggle deliciously with her accelerated breathing. “You’re so beautiful, Goldie.”
My dick begs for attention when she complies with my command to hold her shirt up. I want to trace every blue vein with my tongue, but if I do that, then I’ll end up drawing a nipple deep into my mouth. I want to taste the milk she says is starting to fill her breasts, but I won’t since it’s not meant for me.Not yet, at least.
I settle for lightly tracing the darkest lines with my index fingers. Goldie sucks in a breath when I rub my thumbs across the hardened peaks of her nipples. “So damn beautiful.” I straighten on my knees and grip my cock that Goldie can’t keep her eyes off of, pumping it slowly with my right hand. “Yours arethe sexiest I’ve ever seen, baby.” Lowering my voice, I tell her, “I’m going to keep count, and when you’re healed, Daddy’s going to spank you for every bad thing you’ve said about yourself.”
Goldie squeezes my sides with her knees. “Spank me?”
“Fuck yes.” Heat builds within me at the idea of getting my hands on her lush ass, squeezing her cheeks after each spanking, wondering if she’ll cry out or moan and beg for more. “Now cup your sweet tits for Daddy and push them together.”
And she does. God help me, she does, and I almost cum right then and there. When a dewy drop of milk beads at the tip of each nipple, my cock jerks in my hand, blood rushing to fill it nearly to the point of pain.
“No one has ever made me this hard before,” I say gutturally. It’s the goddamn truth. “Only you, Goldie.” I moan when she rolls her hips on the couch as if she can feel me there, at her center, and I yank her waistband down in front.
“What are you doing?” Goldie tries to pull her pajamas back up, and when that doesn’t work, she crosses her hands over her stomach, unknowingly squeezing her breasts together with her elbows. If she’s not careful, I’m going to completely lose it and bury my face in them. There won’t be any stopping me after that.
She fights me as I knock her hands away and yank harder on the waistband before grabbing her wrists and dropping my gaze to her lower abdomen, captivated by the difference now that she’s no longer pregnant. So soft and feminine.
“Need to cum on your cute belly, so I don’t cum on your tits, honey.” I dip to rub my nose across her skin.
She squirms and yanks her hands free to push my head away. “Stop. It’s all squishy, and I have stretch marks.”
“That’s two spankings,” I grit out. “Put your hands on your thighs if you don’t want three.” Goldie locks her jaw but once again complies, leaving me free to cup her belly with my lefthand without applying any pressure and jack my shaft with the other. “This part of you is just as sexy as the rest.”
She sucks in a stuttered breath. “No way.”
