Page 43 of Runaway Whirlwind


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I try to arch my back deeper, pressing my chest flat to the floor, and moan when his hands come down on my ass checks, spreading them so he can see everything. A few days ago, I would have been mortified by it, but I love his eyes on me now, devouring me.

“Such a naughty girl.” Wyatt slaps each cheek hard, and I whimper. I wiggle my ass side to side and spread my thighs wider, nearly delirious with desire. “That’s it. Show me what belongs to me.”

I moan at his dirty words and beg, “Please, Daddy. Fuck me.” I peek over my shoulder when I hear the sound of his zipper being ripped down. His dick is huge and hard as stone, and god, I want all of it inside of me right now.

He shoves his jeans down to his knees and strokes his cock as I stare at the pre-cum slicking the head of his cock. I bite my lip, remembering the salty taste of it this morning.

“Now you’re gonna get it. This is going to be hard and fast, babygirl.”

“Yes, yes! I want it hard, Daddy.”

Wyatt falls over my back, lines up his tip with my hole, and thrusts halfway in. I’m so wet and literally begging for his dick, but this is still all so new to me. He’s so thick I cry out as my channel stretches around his girth. The pain of his first thrust is quickly overshadowed by the pleasure of him filling me completely as he works his entire cock inside me with the next snap of his hips. My muscles clench as he rubs against the delicious spot that has my eyes already rolling back in my head.

“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect, and this perfect pussy is all mine.” He has a death grip on my hips and uses them to hold me steady as he pounds into me, almost brutally, as he rumbles his praise. “Say it. Tell me who this pretty, perfect pussy belongs to.”

My body is on fire, and I scramble to find something to hold onto as he feeds me every inch of his cock over and over and over again. “Yours, it’s yours, Daddy.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? When you were stretching and shoving your perfect tits in my face.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I writhe under his assault, so so so close to going over the precipice within just a few short minutes.

His thrusts are getting rougher, and it’s like I can feel him in my tummy. I move one of my hands under my hips to hold my lower abdomen, and I swear to god I really can feel him there, deeper inside me than he’s ever been.

“Oh god, Daddy, right there! I’m going to cum.”

“Fuck yes, babygirl. I want to feel you gush on my cock, and then I’m gonna fill your pussy. That’s what you really want…all of Daddy’s cum, right here where it belongs in your pussy. Say it.” Wyatt moves one hand from my hip to cover mine over my belly and pistons in and out of me. The sound of our skin clapping and his heavy balls slapping with each thrust has me screaming, closer to falling over the edge into bliss.

“I want your cum.”

“Again. Tell Daddy where his cum belongs.”

“I want your cum in my pussy.” And oh god, it’s true, it’s true. “I want you to cum inside me, Daddy!” With my declaration, my orgasm hits me like a freight train, and my inner walls spasm around his cock. I can’t breathe and nearly blackout at the force of the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck yes, babygirl. Take my cum like a good girl.” Wyatt roars my name as he slams home one more time and orgasms, long, hot spurts of cum hitting my cervix. My toes curl and thighs shake at the feel of his heat, and I collapse, unable to hold my hips up any longer, taking Wyatt down on top of me when I do, our hands trapped below us.

He tries to roll us over to our sides, but I don’t want that. “No! Don’t move. Just…just stay right here for a minute.” His dick is still pulsing inside me as my orgasm fades, and I squeeze my inner muscles each time, drawing out his orgasm, trying to milk every drop out of him.

“Dolly…I need to move. I’m crushing you,” he says between panting breaths.

“Please don’t. It feels so good having you on top of me, like…like a warm, weighted blanket.” I giggle at the imagery, and he groans when the move makes me clench tighter around him.

Wyatt gives in and lets himself fully relax when he knows I can still breathe underneath him, and I really do love the feeling of his weight on top of me. I feel desired. Safe. Loved.

I love him.

Once my heart race has slowed, I finally let him roll us over, and he helps me to my feet, his softening cock slipping out, followed by a gush of wetness. Both our heads dip to watch his cum drip down my thighs.

Wyatt palms both sides of my face, tipping my head back to look me right in the eye, and he claims me again. “Mine.”

I reach up and palm both sides of his face, mirroring him. “Mine.” Our mouths crash together in a fierce, all-consuming kiss until we’re out of breath again.

Breaking from the kiss, he drops his forehead to mine. “I love you, Dolly,” he whispers. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Sincerity is written all over his face, and even though this whole thing feels surreal and crazy, I know it’s the truth.

When you know, you know.

And I do know.

“I love you too, Wyatt.”

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