Page 54 of Stowaway Whirlwind
She braces her hands and tries to push up when I shove my knees between her calves, but she’s not strong enough to fight me off. “Davis!” She digs her claws into the dirt when I quickly flip up the hem of her dress and yank her black panties down. She screams, “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you ever,ever, think that I’m going to regret being ‘tied down’ to you. If anyone’s tied down, it’s you, baby.” I rip my zipper down and force half the length of my angry cock inside her golden pussy. She screams and tilts her hips to take me deeper. Her pussy is so wet that the flash of terror at thinking I’ve gone back on my word to Ms. Judy and hurt Goldie passes in an instant. “Fuck!” I shout in ecstasy, yanking my hips back andthrusting home. “You’re so fucking wet and ready for me, baby.You’re mine.”
All of Goldie’s earlier resistance melts, and she rocks back to meet each of my hard thrusts. “Davis! Daddy! Oh god, yes!” she screams, and I fucking love it. Get high on it.
“That’s right. Scream as loud as you want for your Daddy. There’s no one around to hear you.”
And she does. God bless her, she does. Moaning and pleading for me to fuck her harder until she’s sobbing out her pleasure as her pussy ripples around my shaft with her orgasm.
I yank my cock out before she can milk my cum right out of my balls. I flip her onto her back, then pull her knees apart to make room for my hips while she breathes raggedly. There’s a smear of black dirt on her cheek, with small twigs and dried leaves clinging to her hair. So fucking sexy.
I rip the zipper under her tits across and shove the material up her chest, yank down the cups of her nursing bra, and suck a nipple deep into my mouth before shoving my cock in her dripping wet cunt. Goldie spears her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer as I draw huge mouthfuls of her milk into my mouth and drink it down, warming my belly.
I only draw back when I start to choke on her milk as it flows faster than I can swallow. I grab her jaw and push my tongue in her mouth so she can taste herself on me. She yanks on my hair so she can catch her breath, and that’s when I tell her, “I’m going to tie you down with baby after baby after baby for the next twenty fucking years.”
“What?!” She yanks harder on my hair, ripping a few strands out, and tries to squirm out from beneath me.
I grab the back of one knee and hike it up to press it closer to her shoulder, pinning her as I do my best to fuck her into another orgasm. “I’m going to trap you and me with as many kids as it takes for you to believe that I’m not just swept up insome temporary whirlwind. This, right here, you and me, is real and it’s for life. No regrets. No other women. And divorce willneverbe an option. I’m going to make you forget the word even exists.”
Her eyes are wild, the pupils blown wide in the hazy light of the moon. I crush her lips as I bury myself in her one more time as soon as she cums again. I flood her pussy with my release, grind my pelvis against hers to push my cum deeper with my cock, and pray that it’s not too soon for her to get pregnant.
I have the presence of mind to let Goldie’s leg drop to the side before my arms give out on me, and I collapse on top of her. We’re both breathing hard, and she shakes beneath me from what I’m guessing is a mix of adrenaline and frost in the air.
I slide my arms under her and hug her close with my face pressed into her neck, hoping to warm her with my body heat. “Marry me, baby,” I say quietly, my lips brushing against her racing pulse point. “Not just because it’ll help our custody case if it comes to that, but because you know we belong together. You and me—it’s real, baby. We’re real.”
Not even half a second later, Goldie slides her hands up my sides and around my back, her arms trembling as she tightens them as much as she can. She turns her face into mine and cries even harder than when I took her on the kitchen island yesterday.
I lean back some and cup her face. “Honey?”
“Yes.” She nods and says it again, tears slipping down her temples. “I’ll marry you.”
Chapter 20
Goldie
I clutch my stomach and limp into the house ahead of Davis when he holds the backdoor open for me, which leads directly into the kitchen, shedding more leaves and dirt with each step. I stop short at seeing the group seated around the kitchen table staring at me. Davis nearly knocks me over, and he catches me around the waist so I don’t fall, making me suck in a sharp breath.
Ms. Judy cries out and stands up so fast that she knocks her chair back on the tile. Her hand flies to her mouth before she rushes around the table to yank me away from Davis. For a woman no taller than me, she has enough strength to shove Davis back against the door after getting between us.
“You bastard! You promised!” She slaps him across the face, and I gasp.
Davis doesn’t try to defend himself—simply presses his arms to his sides and accepts another one of her cracking slaps. Dolly rises from her seat, but no one tries to intervene. When Ms. Judy accuses Davis of abusing me, though, and his brows dip with hurt as she pulls back her hand to slap him again, I snap out of my shocked stupor.
I push between them, press my back to Davis’s chest, and raise my hands in astopgesture. “He didn’t hurt me!”
Ms. Judy stumbles away, eyes brimming with furious tears that slip down her cheeks. Looking from me to him and back again, she cups my face with shaky, cold hands.
“He didn’t hurt me,” I repeat, sliding my hands over hers and looking directly into her watery blue eyes. “I’m ok, I promise.”
“But your stomach…He didn’t”—Ms. Judy drops a hand to clutch her own like she can’t breathe—“hit you?”
“No, no. Davis has never hit me.”Only if you don’t count kinky spanking as hitting, I add silently.
Davis wraps his arm around my waist. He palms my lower stomach and tells her, “It’s my fault, but, uh, not for the reasons you might think.” The heat of his hand and the subtle pressure ease some of the ache.
Ms. Judy’s brows crease in the middle, not understanding his meaning—that he basically rearranged my guts.
My face flames. “We, um, we—”
