“Daddy,” I said pulling off his cock and licking lapping at the tip like a lollipop. “I need you inside me, but I want to keep sucking you.” I took his tip in my mouth and swirled my tongue over the head, lapping up the precum that glistened on the top. It was a dilemma his flavor was addicting. The power I felt giving him pleasure was exillerating, but my pussy was empty and achy with need.
“Come here, Princess,” he said helping me to my feet. Gavin wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. The chair forced my legs wide and rendered me unable to move. Gavin pulled my hips forward, his cock slipped inside me. My head fell back as the ecstasy of his intrusion washed over me.
Gavin used his legs to push the footrest down, the jarring of the movement made me groan as his cock dragged along the walls of my channel. It was when he pushed against the floor with his feet that I realized his intentions. Gavin used the rocking of the chair to do the work for us both.
“Oh,” I said as his cock slid inside my walls with the movement of the chair. It was slow and lazy, but completely incredible. Gavin’s hands went to my breast as his lips captured mine in a gentle seductive kiss. Everything was languid and smooth.
He trailed his lips down the column of my neck and across my chest. Gavin plumped my breast with his hand and captured the stiff peak of my nipple in his mouth, sucking at the sensitized flesh. It may have been a lazy, slow fuck, but it wasn’t long before I was sweating, panting, and clinging to him as my body shook and went over the edge.
We didn’t move after our orgasms. Gavin’s cock stayed inside my quivering core. I leaned against him, my heand on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. My legs were going numb from their position over the wide set recliner, but I didn’t care. Gavin was still slowly rocking us his cock still moved within me. It was a tease, and so amazingly intense at the same time.
I loved it, and I loved him.
***
I was just falling asleep when Zeke started growling a low menacing sound I’d never heard before.
“Shit.” Gavin said moving me off his lap quickly. He grunted as he picked up my weight because my legs were useless noodles from the position I’d been in for so long and he knew it. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Gavin,” I whispered, worried and not understanding what was going on.
“Can you walk?” my legs were tingling as the blood was starting to rush back through them after being in that awkward position for so long.
It would be shaky if I got up, but something told me I needed to try—he needed me to try. I nodded and reached down for his shirt pulling it on over my body. His shirt hung down to my upper thigh, not long enough, but longer than what my shirt would have done, and I didn’t want to struggle back into my leggings.
“Get in the bathroom, lock the door, and lay in the tub. No exposure, Princess. You make yourself as small as possible and lay in the tub. Don’t peak your head out, and don’t open the door for anyone but me.” He pulled on his sweatpants quickly, Zeke was pacing back and forth between us and the front door of the house. His growl was continuous, so something set him off and whatever it was, it wasn’t good. “Go, now.”
I moved toward the bathroom and looked back long enough to see him grab his gun from drawer. He checked then slammed it back into the grip of the gun. His eyes met mine across the room. No words were spoken, but we said all we needed to say.