He kissed a trail up and down her neck before taking a hold of her shirt and tugging it up. Once it was off, he cast it aside, moving toward her perky, bare breasts.
The room was like a cold cave. Each breath she puffed out was visible as it floated away and eventually disappeared. Her nipples were erect.
But it wasn’t only because of the cold.
Kendrick took her right breast into his mouth and sucked gently. She ran her hands over his head and leaned back, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She shivered, the tremor starting in her shoulders and running down to her toes.
Again, it wasn’t only about the cold.
Goosepimples appeared on her arm. Wetness pooled between her legs.
“I’m sorry, honey,” he said. “I need to get you under that blanket. But first…” He stood again, pulled her up, and quickly freed her of her pants.
A moment later, he guided her back onto the mattress to lay flat. The icy cold rushed over her, combining with her arousal to heighten all her senses.
Kendrick laid on her, providing some warmth from his body as he took her left breast into his mouth while tweaking her right nipple with his hand.
“Daddy,” she whispered.
The sound of the snowplow continued. She hoped Isaiah wouldn’t finish and come in and catch them. But there wasn’t anything she could do about that now. She was too caught up in the throes of passion to stop.
Samantha opened her legs. Snaking her body under Kendrick’s weight, she moved her hand down to her pubic mound and began kneading it as Daddy continued to feast upon her breasts. He alternated between the two, always massaging one while sucking the other.
Kendrick stopped long enough to grab the thermal blanket and pull it over them.
“I don’t want my princess to be cold,” he said in a soothing voice.
There was no reason to worry about that, because heat exploded inside her as he stayed under the blanket, moving down until he was positioned between her legs. Things were plenty warm now.
Especially as Daddy’s lips bumped against her pussy.
For a moment, as Kendrick began to kiss bathe her in warm kisses, she covered her mouth, trying to be quiet. Sure the snowplow was buzzing along now. But what if it stopped? There wasn’t anything out there in the middle of that barren wasteland. Sound would travel a long distance!
She didn’t want Isaiah to hear.
But as the intensity of Daddy’s kisses increased, Samantha didn’t have the wherewithal to be discreet. She was quicklybecoming unraveled as intense pleasure seized her. It was impossible to care if she released an earth-shattering moan that wailed from there to Las Vegas and back again.
There was no stifling it. Daddy had her in a frenzy, and he had just gotten started.
The pressure was just so immense as his warm, wet tongue licked up and down her slit. She felt herself growing wetter, her essence rolling out onto Daddy’s tongue.
That seemed to fuel him. He was feasting on her. The pleasure she felt was almost unbearable. The dam needed to break soon, or she was going to lose her mind.
Mercy wasn’t finding her yet.
She writhed and wiggled beneath the blanket. It was as if the air wasn’t below freezing around them, like icicles weren’t hanging off the building only a few feet away; it was outright steamy around her now, beads of sweat lining her forehead.
The pressure continued to mount. Samantha wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She clawed at the bouncy mattress beneath her but realized the inflatable thing might pop. So, she grabbed fistfuls of the blanket as her legs began to spasm.
Finally, the universe showed pity on her. She came hard, a climactic shudder wracking her entire body. Somehow, the scream she’d felt rising in her throat managed to stay buried. But just barely.
The intensity of Daddy’s kisses decreased, but his lips remained on her, continuing to collect her essence as she came down from the euphoric crescendo.
It wasn’t enough. Her need for Kendrick had grown insatiable. Usually, she wasn’t this bold. But now, she reached down, tried to clasp her fingers around his jagged shoulders, and pull him up on top of her.
She wasn’t successful, but he must’ve gotten the hint, because a moment later he was in place, the thick head of his massive cock poking between her legs and begging entry.
Samantha’s mind went back to the image she’d seen earlier, Kendrick wearing nothing but his boots as he strolled into the room.
