Page 14 of Mister Daddy
He rocks into me like this for a few minutes, and to my surprise, I feel myself getting close. At the beginning, it seemed impossible but this man makes me feel so good that I’m already trembling and on edge. But Mr. Jones can sense it, and he stops.
“Not yet, baby,” the man growls before flipping us over effortlessly. “I want you on top when I finish. We’re going to come together, sweetheart. Now ride that my hardness like a joystick, baby. Lift yourself up and down and make yourself feel good.”
The problem is that he has me stretched so wide that I’m not sure I can move at all.
“But I think I’m stuck,” is my panted gasp, boobies heaving as I balance my palms against his broad chest. “What do I do?”
Carter reaches his head up and suckles at once breast, while his hand snakes between our bodies and starts caressing my clit. Hot jolts of lightning rocket through my form, my pussy convulsing by itself as I cry out.
“Move,” he breathes against my nipple. “Raise yourself up and down.”
And slowly, I begin to lift. It’s hard. He’s stuck so tight in my cunt that at first, I’m not sure I can budge. But slowly, my pussy lips drag upwards, caressing every inch of that male pole inside.
“Yes,” he hisses, eyes a gleaming blue as he watches that giant horse cock emerge, glistening and veiny, from my straining folds. “Yes, just like that.”
As waves of pleasure surge over my frame, I begin moving up and down his pole in earnest. Every push in makes me moan, while every delicious drag outwards makes my cunt gush even more.
“Carter, Carter, Carter,” is my hopeless chant, eyes closed and chin tipped backwards. “Oh god.”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he rasps, big balls drawing up close and tight. “Keep going because I’m about to spew. FUCK!”
It happens then. Mr. Jones is having such a good time that unexpectedly, huge gusts of white blast into my tightly clamping channel.
“Oh!” is my simultaneous scream, my pink slit spasming hard in order to suck all his virility in. “Oh yes!”
Like that, we remain glued together as waves of pleasure roll over us for several heavenly minutes. Man juices squirt all over my insides, and it feels so good that my cunt clenches again and again, desperate for it all. It feels like we’ve been together forever, kissing and moaning as fireworks go off.
“That was amazing,” Carter rasps when we finally catch our breath. “Shit your slit is tight, baby. It feels like it was made for me and fits me like a glove.”
I lay my head on his shoulder, completely spent. “I know,” is my drowsy reply, already snuggling close to his chest, totally at ease. “And it feels good with your seed leaking out of it now.”
Carter merely chuckles and gently kisses the top of my head, his breathing steady. I trace the hard lines of his defined chest with a lazy finger. We were in such a hurry that I didn’t get the chance to admire his body, and it’s a damn good body without a shirt on. If there’s a next time, I want to explore every inch of this chest with my lips.
One last thought crosses my mind before I drift off. Caitlyn and Jessica might worry about me if I don’t come back to the room tonight, but I can’t imagine leaving this bed after what just happened. Besides, who knows if they’re even back in our cabin? Seeing how they were writhing and gyrating before I left the club, it’s totally possible that none of us will be sleeping in our assigned bunks tonight.
And you know what? I’m totally okay with it because this is what a cruise is for. It was supposed to get me good and relaxed after six months of non-stop work, and I’d say that with this man, the magic is incredible beyond my wildest dreams.
6
Carter
Abby’s hair is clinging to my shoulder when I open my eyes. Oh shit. I hadn’t intended for her to stay because I never let women stay after sex. But I also meant what I said to Abby last night, hokey as it is. For some reason, she’s different.
Her eyes are still closed, so I take a few minutes to study her sleeping form. Was I really between those thick thighs just a few hours ago? Damn, it was amazing and it’s clear what makes her different. Her beauty. Her innocence. The lushness hiding behind those big brown eyes.
Because this woman is gorgeous. The rays of light peeking in from the curtains fall over her body like an extra blanket, bathing her in a glowing light that makes her look like an angel.
Perfection.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes from the pile of clothes on the floor, making me start. What time is it? Have I been staring at this woman like a hungry madman since I woke up?
I’ve never done that before. Normally, women are gone by the time I wake up. The very rare times that they’re not, they make their exit when I get up to use the bathroom because I’m growly and dour like a grumpy bear. I definitely don’t admire their bodies in the light of the morning.
So this is different for sure. Especially when a new feeling rushes through me, practically taking my breath away as my heart beats hard. It takes me a second to identify it.
Happiness.
I’mhappythat Abby is still here in bed with me. We barely know each other beyond our first names, but I feel grateful and amazed just watching Abby’s chest rise and fall with steady breaths. She’s incredible and I feel lucky to be with her.