Page 46 of Stowaway Whirlwind
I whisper, “Davis?” Nothing. He’s still asleep. I wait, relishing the burn of his thick cock stretching my opening, wanting him to thrust his whole length inside me. I’m practically panting with need, but still, nothing.
Squeezing my eyes shut with disappointment, I roll forward so he’ll fall out, and even just that tiny fraction of movement has me gripping the sheets, moaning with pleasure. I rock back and take him in, gasping. Back and forth and back and forth, I fuck the tip of his cock, unable to stop as my pussy grows wetter. I’m going to explode if I don’t cum soon.
I shove my hand back down to work my clit, jerking my hips with more force until I’ve taken half his cock, and even then I need more. “Davis, Daddy,” I moan.
Davis wakes with a jolt and grips my hip, forcing me to halt. “Fuck, fuck, I did it again.” He makes a strangled groan and starts pulling out. “Please don’t hate me.”
I reach up and behind me to slip my fingers into his hair and pull his face into my neck. “No, no, no. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I need to cum.”
Davis flexes his fingers on my hip. “You’re really ok with this? Me forcing you—”
“I forcedyou,” I confess, suddenly scared that I took things too far and he’s going to be horrified. “I mean, you kind of started it, but then I…”
His cock head twitches inside me. “You what?”
I swallow. “I couldn’t stop.”
“Stop what? Tell me, were you fucking me in my sleep?” he asks incredulously.
“Yes,” I blurt and wiggle my hips. “I’m sorry. I should have stopped. I don’t know why—”
Davis growls, and I barely hold back from screaming at the sudden burst of movement when he rolls over on top of me, forcing me onto my stomach with his knees on either side of mine, pinning my legs together. He thrusts deep inside me and drops his face into the crook of my neck from behind.
“Fuck me, baby. All this time, I’ve been scared out of my mind that you’d hate me if I did it again, but you want it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I scream into my pillow, softening the sound.
He pulls his hips back and plunges inside, making my toes curl. “You want Daddy to take you in your sleep?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Davis pauses, and I groan, trying to roll my hips beneath him.
“Whenever Daddy wakes up hard and needs your warm pussy? Or can I—”
“Yes, oh god, whenever you want, Daddy! I need it. Need you.”
His chest puffs out against my back when he sucks in a huge breath. “No takebacks,” he says low, almost like a threat. “Daddy’s gonna take you whenever, wherever I want.”
My pussy clenches around him. “No takebacks,” I pant in agreement.
“Fuck, baby.” He walks back on his knees to straddle my lower legs and yanks my hips into the air. Before he can thrust, I push up onto my hands and throw my ass back to take all of him. Over and over again, I rock, directing how fast and deep we go until my arms give out, and I scream into my pillow when I cum.
“Your golden pussy is choking my dick. Oh fuck, I need to cum.” Davis takes over, giving me hard and fast thrusts, working me up again as he gets closer to finding his own release. I whip my head around when he suddenly cries out, sucking in air, grimacing. He pulls out and falls over on his back, clutching the back of his right thigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“Fucking leg cramp.”
Even though I’m tired and sated, I don’t mind taking over again so he can get his release. I kick off my panties and scramble on top of him, straddling his hips and facing away from him in my favorite position.
“Oh baby, I didn’t know you could be any more perfect.”
I moan as I sink onto his cock, loving how I can take all of him in this position, even though he’s double the size of Colton, stretching mealmostto the point of pain. Leaning forward, I brace my hands on his lower thighs and ride him, widening my knees so I can sink lower as I bounce my ass up and down.
“Oh my god, you feel so good. Even better than Colton,” I moan since I was just thinking about him.
Davis growls and pops both asscheeks at the same time, making me cry out. “Don’t say his fucking name in our bed. I’m going to make you forget he ever existed. No one else exists but us.”
He lifts one hand, and I whisper-shout before he can pop me again, “I’m sorry!”
