Page 26 of Stowaway Whirlwind
Goldie places both hands on my forehead and tries to shove me away. I just shake her hands off and swipe my tongue through the top of her slit, searching for her clit, barely registering the metallic taste. My cock aches to be touched, and I moan and fuck the mattress.
She whines and tries to push me away again. “Please, please, get up. This is so gross. I’m still bleeding!”
“There’s not a goddamn thing gross about you, baby. Not even your blood could turn me off.” Goldie trembles beneath me when I find her clit and massage it side to side with my tongue. I pull back an inch when she rips at my hair. “But if you really, really don’t want this—not because you think it’s gross, but because you don’t want me to get you off or if it hurts—then I’ll stop.”
Goldie hesitates, loosening her fingers in my hair…and I go fucking wild, tonguing and sucking her clit until she’s a panting, writhing mess, being careful not to let my tongue slip any lower toward her entrance.
“Davis, oh god, that feels…it feels—” She releases a long, breathy moan as her back arches off the bed. Her fingers, which were hell-bent on ripping my hair out earlier, now flatten against the back of my head to shove me into her pussy.
“You’re getting close, yeah?”
“Yes!”
“You want to cum, don’t you?”
She curls her neck and shoots me a questioning look when I back off, only giving her the lightest of licks. “Yes…?”
“Then beg Daddy to make you cum, baby.”
Goldie collapses back on the bed, shoves my face in her pussy, and begs, “Please, please, please, Daddy, make me cum.”
I palm her inner thighs to occupy my hands, so I don’t get caught up in the moment and accidentally force my fingers inside her, and then I use every trick in the book to make her cum so hard that she forgets to breathe as her belly caves in and her legs lock up around my head.
I lick her through her orgasm, then get to my knees, shove her shirt up past her belly button, and cum all over her stomachafter stroking my shaft just once. Goldie gives me wide eyes and a look of horror, then slaps her hands over her mouth.
That’snotthe reaction I was hoping for.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“Your face…blood. Oh god.”
“Baby…” As much as I want to collapse on my side next to her and kiss her into oblivion until we fall asleep, I climb off the bed with shaky legs. “I don’t give a shit about the blood, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. But we do need to clean up and get some sleep before Lily is up to nurse again.”
Goldie darts her eyes to the crib and then quickly scoots to the side of the bed while I help her up. She’s careful to hold the hem of her shirt up so it doesn’t get dirty with my cum. I steady her when she trips over her clothes still wrapped around her ankles, which she kicks off, and then I lead her into the bathroom. Closing the door behind us, I flick on the overhead light, and she gasps.
I grin when I look in the mirror. The lower half of my face is a mess, matching the mess I made between her thighs. Had I thought about doing this with anyone else, I probably would have gagged but with Goldie…everything about her is sexy. Goldie catches me looking at her in the mirror. She grimaces and hobbles over to the toilet.
We hold a staring contest, and she hisses, “Hurry up and wash your face so I can use the restroom.”
I turn on the tap and pump the hand soap, watching her from the corner of my eye. “Why are you just standing there?”
“I’m waiting for you to leave, duh,” she snaps with an attitude.
“That’s one,” I say with a wink, then close my eyes to finish washing up. I take my time and smirk when I slowly dry off, then pick up my toothbrush. I turn to face her while I brush my teeth at a snail’s pace.
She shifts from foot to foot with impatience. “Hurry up!”
“That’s two.” It’s garbled with the brush in my mouth, but I know she heard me just fine when she groans.
When I spit and rinse my mouth, then grab my bottle of mouthwash, she throws her hands up and sits with a thud on the toilet with her knees pressed together. “Can you at least not look at me? Please?”
“Sure, baby, since you asked so nicely.” She rolls her eyes, and I chuckle. “That’s three.”
Goldie wrinkles her nose and curses under her breath. I snort and turn to gurgle and spit out the mouthwash, only looking up once I hear the toilet flush. She joins me at my side to wash her hands, then uses a warm washcloth to clean my cum from her belly and ass, keeping her head down.
I lean against the closed bathroom door with my arms crossed and my eyes zeroed in on the beautiful pink handprints on her cheeks. When she’s done and finally drops her shirt, breaking my stare with her backside, I make no move to let her out.
She groans. “What is it now?”
