Page 62 of Totally Shipped
I’ll be like Dad.
Instead of kicking, I turn, yank the handle of the trailer open and run.
I’ll never be like Dad, never, never.
“I spend my life trying not to be like my father.”
“And this…this thing with Harvey. That bought you too close, right?” asks Daisy.
She’s spot on, of course.
But it seems to me that Gray is overthinking things. I put my arms around him and stroke the front of his shorts.
His breath stutters.
Then I grab Daisy’s hand and press it against his cock.
KILLIAN
“Killian! Gray is having a hard time,” she scolds. I’m about to give him a hard time alright.
“Macushla, this is going to make him feel happier, I promise. We need to get him out of his head.”
Gray’s face has changed from being filled with worry, to filled with lust. That was easy.
He reaches over and wraps an arm around Daisy, pulling her closer. Then he slides his thumb over her bottom lip. “Can you kiss me better?” he asks in a husky voice.
I move behind Daisy and slip my hands under her tattered tank top. Daisy moans as I gently massage her breasts. Gray’s nostrils flare. She’s already wet for us, we both know it.
Gray gently pulls down her shorts. The top button is permanently undone these days. She parts her legs slightly, and I can tell when he finds her clit, because she lets out a moan.
Still standing behind her, I kiss my way up her neck. “See, he’s already in a better head space,” I murmur. Her hips rock as Gray’s fingers slide in and around her sexy mound. Her tits are so lush now, and her nipples--oh my fecking christ--heaven. “Now it’s time for you to make him feel so much better, don’t you think so, macushla?”
“Please,” she moans.
Gray pulls his hand away from her body. He stares into my eyes, it’s so fucking hot to look at him while feeling up my girl at the same time. With one hand, he pulls down his shorts and tosses them to one side. Both Daisy and I have an intake of breath. You can’t help it when Gray’s masterpiece of a cock is out in all its full glory. It bobs upright against a backdrop of his washboard stomach.
Moving closer, he moves a hand around Daisy’s head and buries it in my hair. She’s sandwiched between us as Gray leans in and kisses me softly, then moves on to Daisy and kisses her. I trace my hands down her back until they reach that perfect ass. I play with her cheeks some, then separate the peach and slip a finger down to massage the entrance of her little puckered hole.
Daisy groans into Gray’s mouth.
Gray brings a hand back to her pussy. I massage the back and he takes care of the front.
“She’s dripping wet,” he tells me. “So ready for us.”
“I’m so ready,” Daisy echoes. “Please…”
“Macushla is begging for some dick, Gray,” I tell him, nipping her ear lobe between my teeth.
“All in good time, all in good time,” he replies.
Daisy isn’t keen on waiting apparently and takes matters into her own hands. Or rather, Gray’s cock into her own hands. I watch her stroke him, then circle her hand around his girth.
Gray and I groan in tandem. As she touches him, my own cock bucks and twitches as though those strokes were on my own shaft.
Bringing a hand out of her pussy, Gray offers me his fingers to suck. “Thank you,” I say. I’m truly grateful, because it’s the best taste in the world.
“I want to taste,” Daisy says.
