Page 25 of Stowaway Whirlwind
“And now us?” He nods, and the guilt crushes me. “I wish you hadn’t deleted my note.” I wish for so much more, like my dad not turning out to be such a heartbreaking disappointment. I would have felt guilty letting him pay for everything, too, but at least leaning on him for support until I could get a job would have felt natural. He’s my real family, after all. “I’m sorry you got saddled with us.”
Davis
“Saddled with you? Is that how you see it? That the universe just dumped you in my lap, and I have no say in it? That taking care of you is something I’m forced to do?” It takes effort to lower my voice back to a whisper after getting so worked up. Goldie triesto wriggle away, but I band an arm around her back and pull her against my chest.
“Well…yeah. It’s not like you asked for any of this. For the burden of—”
I grit my teeth to keep from snapping at her. “How’s your belly? Any pain or cramping?”
“No…” she says slowly. “Why do you—”
I roll Goldie onto her stomach beneath me, then sit up on my knees to straddle her calves, tug her pajama pants and panties down, then pull her hips up into the air.
“What are you—ow!” Goldie reaches back to rub her right asscheek right where I popped it.
“I’ll go easy on you,” I say as I knock her hand out of the way so I can squeeze and caress her deliciously round ass, careful not to let my thumbs dip too low between them since I know her ass and pussy are still tender and healing. “But I’m tired of you talking bad about yourself, and I can’t wait. Three more.”
“Davis!” I pop her left cheek, and she bites off a howl.
My blood heats, though I wish the lights were on so I could watch her skin pinken beneath my hands. “Right now, I’m not Davis, and you know it.”
“You can’t be serious!” Goldie puts up a good fight, trying to crawl out from under me, but I grip her waist to keep her in place, my cock a solid steel pipe in my sweatpants. “I was just teasing last time. I’m not going to call you—”
I pop her right cheek. “Yeah, you will, baby, if you want me to stop at four.” When she growls low in her throat with frustration, I pop her left cheek again and stop to rub the sting.
I lift my right hand, about to give her a fifth pop, when she yells with a huff, “Fine! Daddy.” I can feel her eyes roll, even if I can’t see them. So I pop her and lift my left hand. “Damnit, Davis! I said it! Why did you spank me again?”
I give her two more pops in quick succession. “Those are for your bad attitude, baby. New rules: Do not talk bad about yourself, and do not give Daddy attitude.”
Goldie whimpers when I pinch the bottom of her right asscheek where it meets her thigh, and for a horrible second, I think I’ve gone too far. But then she leans into my touch and moans, “Daddy.”
“Ah fuck, baby. Say it again, just like that.” I shove my sweatpants down and grip my cock when she does. I press my cockhead against her crack an inch or two higher up than her asshole, holding it there as I jack my shaft. “You have no idea how bad Daddy wants to fuck you right now. Push inside your pussy and fuck you raw.”
Goldie squeals and tries to crawl out from under me. “You can’t!”
So I pop her yet again. “I wouldn’t do that to you, baby. Never in a million years would I try to fuck you while you’re still recovering.” Goldie settles down, and I go back to fucking the tip of my cock right above her crack. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” I angle my cock down, barely brushing the tip against her snug pucker. I squeeze it, working more pre-cum out of my shaft, and swirl it around her asshole, breathing hard as I get closer to cumming.
I shudder when Goldie pushes her ass back firmly. It’s not enough to take my cock inside, but the bare heat is phenomenal. I moan her name and jerk my hips back to cum in ropes over her undoubtedly red asscheeks, then rub it all in. When I’m finished, I roll Goldie onto her back, then lower myself gently on top of her to kiss her slow and sweet.
“Fuck me, I’m already hard again, baby.” I trail a kiss across her jaw and down to her neck to bite the crook where it meets her shoulder. I slip my hand under her shirt and cup her tit, which is slightly wet from her leaking milk. I love that shedoesn’t wear any of the new nursing bras I bought for her to bed. Love how her shirts get wet during the night. I slide down the bed a few inches to rub my nose against the tip of her nipple, inhaling her sweet scent.
Goldie slips her hand into my hair, moans, and arches her back. “Daddy,” she breathes out, and it’s so unbelievably sexy that I almost nut again.
“I wish there was something I could do for you.” I wish I could give her some kind of pleasure since I’ve gotten off dozens of times with all the masturbating I do in the shower, thinking about her. An idea pops into my head, and I lunge across the bed to grab my cell phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Googling.”
“Googling what?” she asks apprehensively.
“Fuck yes,” I whisper-shout before leaping off the bed to run into the bathroom, dick still hanging out of my sweatpants. I wash my hands and face in the dark, then jump onto the bed.
Goldie must have pulled her pants up when I was in the restroom, and I yank them down to her feet, along with her maternity panties.
“Googling what?” she asks a little louder. “What are you doing?” she squeaks out, fighting to pull her clothes back up.
I kneel on the fabric, grip her shins, then push her knees up and out. Lowering myself between her spread legs, I pet the curly hairs above her mound. So soft. “I’m going to eat your pussy, baby. You can have external stimulation, but not penetration.”
