His cock was so long, thick, and veiny. The way it had dangled between his legs was something to behold.
She couldn’t imagine how it looked hard.
She wouldn’t be seeing it right now. She’d be feeling it.
Bending her legs at the knees, she pried them open as far as they would go, practically begging Kendrick to go inside.
As wet as she was, he slid in effortlessly.
His member stretched her tight walls. She could feel it pulsating deep inside her, the veins driving her wild as they descended her depths.
It seemed to take forever for him to fit all the way inside, but a moment later, he was finally buried to the hilt.
She was grateful he let a few seconds pass as she needed the time to adjust.
The reprieve didn’t last long. Daddy began to thrust his hips. He started slowly at first, but just that movement was enough to push her back toward the brink.
Samantha gritted her teeth. Moans and grunts poured from her mouth. The cold, cinderblock room began to spin as the pleasure increased.
What she was feeling inside her—the intense turning, the need for relief, the ferocious, consuming nature of it all—reminded her of the storm she’d ridden out yesterday. This seemed like a force of nature. A tornado ready to carry her away.
And just as the storm had finally reached its climax, releasing nature’s fury, she knew she would, too.
But Daddy wasn’t quite ready for her to come yet, it seemed. It was as if Kendrick knew just how to push her closer and closer to that magical spot, but hold her back just enough so as she couldn’t attain it yet.
He drove deep inside her. His cock was so long that it bumped her cervix several times, causing her to wince and yelp. But the pain didn’t last long. Eventually it gave away to white-hot pleasure that had her reeling in an almost otherworldly state.
Pinching her eyes closed tightly, she screamed and cried as her arms reached around his back, and she dug her fingernails into his skin. The knotty muscles that resisted against her only added to her arousal.
“Daddy! Please!” she begged.
Kendrick finally relented. He bucked hard against her, jackhammering her in a furious drive that had her chanting, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” absentmindedly as her entire body was rocked and jerked by his unrelenting force.
She came even harder than before.
He came, too, his seed shooting deep into her womb. Samantha gasped as he drained every last drop and eventually collapsed in a heap on top of her.
They lay like that for a moment, not speaking, simply existing together, breathing in unison.
It was the most intimate thing Samantha had ever experienced, and she didn’t want it to end.
But she did, of course, want to get out of the gas station. She was about to get her wish, it seemed.
“Man, are you two finally done? I’ve been running that damn snowplow for a while now, trying to give you time to finish up!”
She laughed, her cheeks flushed red, as she realized Isaiah was standing in the doorway.
“You best get dressed,” he continued. “The chopper is coming.”
“Chopper?” she asked.
Kendrick rolled off her and smiled. “Ace is a helicopter pilot, honey. He gave us a ride out there to get the snowplow yesterday. Uncle Isaiah cleared him a landing pad so he can pick us up. Let’s go!”
Isaiah stepped out, allowing her some privacy as she and Daddy threw on their clothes and quickly packed up the gear.
A few minutes later, she was holding Kendrick’s hand as they hurried outside. The thumping “Whomp! Whomp! Whomp!” of the spinning propellers was nearly deafening as the massive chopper touched down a few yards away, blowing snow everywhere on the bitterly cold yet sunny day.
“What about my rental car and the snowplow?” she asked.
