Page 40 of Stowaway Whirlwind
Davis disappears down the hall into the bedroom, then reappears without Lily. I know I should run from the heat in his gaze, knowing he might push me away again after he does what his eyes promise to do to my body. But I sway forward like a moth to a flame. Like a woman who has missed her man. Missed his solid, safe presence by her side.
With his empty hands now gripping my biceps, he guides me toward the kitchen island, spins me around, and then forces me to bend over the counter with his hand between my shoulder blades. It happens so fast that I don’t have time to reach behind me to protect myself when he gives me two harder smacks on my left asscheek, snapping me out of his thrall.
“Goddamnit!” I fight like a cornered animal to straighten up, but he holds me down firmly. I want to stomp on his foot with my heel, but I can’t see the floor. With his free hand, Davis shoves my panties down until they drop to my ankles, and he delivers a harder spanking that leaves me squealing. “Fuck you! That hurt.”
Davis squeezes and rubs my sore asscheek. “That’s what a bad girl gets when she curses at her Daddy.” Then he pops me again.
This time, I do try to stomp on his foot, hoping I can get away and lock myself in the bathroom, but my heel collides with the tiled floor, sending a jolt up my leg that hurts worse than his smacks.
Davis kicks my feet apart, and a sudden, harsh exhale on the back of my thighs has me clawing at the smooth counter to get away from the ticklish sensation. Davis parts my cheeks and dives in, pressing the entirety of his face against my pussy andhis tongue against my clit, his beard scraping deliciously across my skin.
I go right up on my tiptoes, then drop my heels to grind against his tongue because,oh god, it feels so good, and the urge to run away seeps out of my bones. I slap the counter with frustration when Davis retreats.
“I’m going to eat your pussy, and afterward, you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened yesterday.” He dives in again and flicks his tongue back and forth, then backs away right when I’m on the edge of climaxing.
“Quit teasing me!”
“When did you stop bleeding?”
I try to think back through the swirling fog of lust. “Like a week ago. Why?”
Davis nips the underside of my right asscheek, making me squeal. “When’s your six-week checkup?”
Losing my patience as my clit pulses with need, I raise my voice. “Tuesday. Why?”
“Damnit. Three more days.” He kisses my inner thighs. “I was hoping you’d gotten the all-clear already.”
“All-clear for what?” I’m about to kick him if he doesn’t stop talking and go back to licking my pussy pronto.
“For me to fuck you the way we both want.”
With that shocking statement, I freeze, my mind zipping at a million miles an hour with how to escape him when he’s so much bigger and stronger than me. As much as I’ve missed having sex, of being intimate and close with another person, I’m not about to let Davis stick his cock in me like this. We’re not really a couple, and we wouldn’t be making love—though I’m starting to think what I did with Colton wasn’t making love either, at least not for him. This would be a meaningless, hard and fast, dirty fuck on the counter.
I try to shift my feet closer together. “That’s not what I want.”
Pop. “Don’t lie to Daddy. Your pussy is soaking wet, and you’re chasing my tongue, baby.”
“No, I’m not!”
Pop.“Keep lying to me, and you’ll get another,” he growls.
I growl right back with frustration. At him. At me. Because he’s right—I am wet, and I do want him, as much as I shouldn’t. But not like this. I throw my head back when he stands and bands an arm around my waist to pull me up off the counter, and my skull connects with his chin.
“Ah, fuck!” He drops his arm, and I spin around. I give him a one-two—I stomp my heel with all my strength on his bare foot, then try to punch him in the throat. He grunts and catches my fist with one hand. I immediately try to yank it back, but his eyes go dark, and he doesn’t let me go. “Oh, you’re going to get it now, baby.”
Davis bends to scoop me up with his hands under my ass and drops me on the cold island, shoving his hand between my breasts so that I lay flat on my back. When I raise a knee in the air to kick him, he grins like a maniac, grabs the back of my thigh, and pushes my knee up to my shoulder.
For the second time this morning, I yell with exasperation, “Why are you smiling?”
“I’ve got you right where I want you.” I gape at him, realizing that all my fighting has put me in a worse position than before—my pussy spread wide and bare before him. “Daddy’s going to spank the brat right out of you.” He delivers a lightning-fast pop over my clit.
The action rips an involuntary moan right out of me, and I would arch my back if I weren’t pinned down. Then the sexy bastard flattens his fingers over my mound to massage my clit, making my core clench with the need to cum. He drives me toward climax, and I don’t try to stop him by using my free leg to fight him off. I crave his touch and the promise of release. Evenas I try to remember all the reasons why this is a bad idea, I prop my foot on the counter and drop my knee to the side, spreading myself even wider.
His eyes flash, and if I could see his cock, I bet it would be hard as a rock. “Oh, baby, you like that, don’t you?”
“N-No!” I push my hands into my hair and arch my neck.
“Liar.” Davis raises his hand, glistening wet. He sucks his fingers and moans. “You taste like a fucking dessert.” Then he delivers another harsh slap to my clit that lights me up inside like fireworks.
