Page 78 of Hideaway Whirlwind
It’s a sweet torture, the two minutes necessary to pull out of her and arrange her high on her knees so she can hold onto the top of the headboard while I move behind her, sitting on my heels with her between my legs, then spread her asscheeks and push back into her pussy. Our mouths meet over her shoulder when I grab her jaw with my left hand, my right large enoughto cup both of her breasts as I fuck up and out of the woman who I will always belong to.
“I’m yours, I’m yours,” I whimper against her lips, inhaling her deep into my lungs.
“My big, silver bear,” she coos, nipping my bottom lip.
“Yes,” I growl, puffing my chest out against her back.
“My love,” she says in a ragged moan when I thrust into her hard enough to shift the bed closer to the wall, nearly pinching her fingers.
“Yes, yes. I love you.”
“My Elliott. Mine.”
I whimper again, sinking my teeth into her neck, shuddering when she starts dancing, squeezing her pussy as she lifts her ass, then blooming open when she drops her weight.
“Make me cum, Daddy,” she pants, closing her eyes and hanging her head back, letting me take the lead again.
And I do, gripping one hip to hold her in place as I pump up into her. I shove my hand between her legs to find her clit with my middle finger, strumming it with increasing pressure until her mouth falls open, screaming silently when she orgasms.
“Tell me I can cum, Mama,” I whine, sweat breaking out across my forehead, blood rushing through my ears as I clench my muscles, trying to hold back.
“Yes, yes, now,” she demands, breathing as hard as I am.
“Fuck, thank you, thank you.” I throw my head back, surging up into her one last time, my head emptying of all thoughts except the euphoria of cumming inside my woman, my little bird, my goddess.
I collapse back on my heels, expecting her to fall with me, but she sits up higher, bending over further until my softening cock slips out of her, my cum spilling down her thighs. Acaptivating, tantalizing mess.
“I want to try it,” she says, walking her knees out as she sways her hips side to side, my heart just about to give out on me at the seductive jiggle of her ass and thighs. And when she goes a step further, bracing her shoulders against the headboard, her head turned to the side to rest against the wall, she reaches behind her to spread her asscheeks.
“What?”
She swipes a middle finger through the mess and brings it to her puckered backside, circling it until it glistens. “One finger…just a little bit…for now.”
“You want…” I swallow and skate my hand up the inside of her right thigh, gathering my cum on my pinky finger before I bring it to her asshole.
“Mmhmm,” she hums, inhaling slowly when I push just the very tip of my finger inside her.
When I pull out, I swipe through more of my cum along her inner thigh before I try breaching her ass again, only halfway to the first knuckle. It’s so fucking hot that my dick is putting a valiant effort into swelling to life again so soon. “Is this ok?”
“Yeah.”
“No pain?”
“No…notpainful, but a—” She sucks in a breath when I scoop up as much cum as I can and stuff it knuckle deep into her. “A good kind of hurt.”
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan when she tightens her ass around my finger. I only get two knuckles deep into her before she freezes up. “Ok, ok, that’s it.”
“For now,” she says again, panting, “but I still want to cum.”
“Stay right there.” It takes more maneuvering, twisting tolie on my back, sliding up the bed, pushing my head between her thighs, my face slick with my own cum as I drag my tongue between her puffy pussy lips and find her clit, my pinky still in her ass.
“Oh!” she squeals, squeezing my finger with her inner muscles as I eat her pussy like it’s my last meal. “Yes, yes, yes,” she moans, lowering herself, smothering me until she remembers I need to breathe. She jerks up with another squeal and a high-pitched, “Sorry!”
“No. Sit.” I hook my arm around her upper thigh and force her to drop her weight flat atop my face, my strength too great for her to do anything but writhe and take my tongue. I’m a hair’s breadth away from passing out when—
“Elliott!”
A slap across my cheek has my head snapping to the left, and then with another slap, to the right. With my vision dark and blurry, my temples throbbing like a herd of cattle stampeding through my head, I bat away the next slap with my forearm.
