“Come for me, Josie,” I demanded, feeling my own orgasm rushing forward like an oncoming train, and feeling just as powerless to stop it. “Come for me now, before I blow my seed deep inside your hot little cunt, my pet.”
My words seemed to drive her crazy, and she moaned, her entire body spasming as I spoke to her. She was a good girl with such dirty little desires, and I had every intention of fulfilling those desires—of letting her explore her every dark fantasy—over and over again.
“Come on, baby,” I said. “Come fucking hard for me, pet. Come on…”
My words were starting to become strained as I clenched my jaw and gripped her hips tightly. She squirmed, pressing back against me, just before her ass briefly pulled away from me. I grabbed hold of her hips tighter and pulled her right back, though, ramming my dick deep into her. She cried out, so I drove it into her again. And again.
I pounded her sweet little hole, fucking her with wild abandon. The sound of our flesh slapping together blended with our cries of pleasure, echoing around the room and creating an erotic symphony that turned me on even more.
“Gavin, yes… Oh, Gavin… I'm—”
She didn't have to say the words, I could feel her orgasming all around my cock. Her pussy clenched down on my thick shaft, released it, and then clenched down again. Her hot little twat spasmed wildly, her body writhing as she gripped the pillows on my couch tightly.
The sounds coming from her were not words, they were screams, grunts, and moans as she came around my cock.
“Fuck yes,” I cried out.
I drove myself into her one more time, and I exploded inside her, shooting my seed deep into her pussy, filling her up completely. I drove myself into her again, feeling my hot spunk spilling out of her pussy, running down the insides of her thighs.
Josie collapsed face-forward onto the couch, but I didn't dare move. The feeling of sitting inside her, of still being surrounded by the warmth of her pussy, felt amazing, even well after the orgasm that had gripped her body had passed. My cock, though, soon deflated, and I had no choice but to slip out of her, much of my semen coming with it, spilling out of the folds of her pussy.
Her ass was still bright red, the outline of my handprint plain as day. I ran my hand across it gently and stroked the smooth, soft skin before helping her stand. Josie seemed to struggle at first, wavering on legs that were like Jell-O, but I held her up, letting her rest against me. When I took of the blindfold and saw her blue eyes staring back at me, it made my heart skip a beat as I realized, definitely not for the first time, that Josie was the one for me.
“I'm not sure I can survive a week of this,” she laughed.
Stroking the hair back from her face, I kissed the tip of her nose. “Don't worry, it won't be all sex,” I said. “Just lots of it. I will let you come up for air now and then, though.”
“Gee, thanks,” she said. “That's big of you.”
She laughed, and rested her head on my shoulder, clearly exhausted. I picked her up in my arms, and carried her off toward my bedroom, where I gently laid her down on the bed—the bed we'd conceived our child. Once I had her laying down, I crawled in and curled up beside her. I'd unloaded all my energy into her, and I was beat. But, as we lay there in the dim silence of my quarters, I suddenly remembered something—she never did get to eat dinner.
“Where are you going?” she muttered dreamily as I got out of bed.
“To order you something to eat, my sweets,” I said, kissing her forehead.
Chapter Fourteen
Josie
The End of the Week
I was curled up next to Gavin, my entire body sore, but in the best way possible. I felt sated. My vagina ached from all the sex and the massive cock I'd had inside me, and my ass was sore from the spanking—something we both seemed to enjoy. Who knew?
Lila and Jason ended up sharing our suite, and to be honest, I didn't see much of either of them the entire cruise. I wasn't entirely sure they'd actually left the room at any point last night. At least I wouldn't have to worry about walking in on Lila with her ass in the air getting drilled from the back. Tonight was the last night of the cruise, though, and the four of us were meeting for brunch in just under an hour.
I rolled over and found Gavin just waking up, he yawned and rubbed eyes still full of sleep. Even with his long hair messy and his face stubbly, he was still the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes upon. We'd spent a lot of time together over this past week, and still, I didn't want to leave. “I guess today is the day,” Gavin said, planting a gentle kiss upon my lips.
“I know, don't remind me,” I sighed. “I don't want to leave.”
“Then don't,” Gavin said. matter-of-factly.
“You know I have to,” I said. “My mom needs me.”
My sister couldn't stay even a day longer, which meant I had to get home. There was no way I could hire an in-home caregiver, especially with a baby on the way. She needed me, even as much as I wanted to stay there, on that ship, with the father of my child. While it was too soon to say we were falling in love, there was definitely something more there between us. A connection I couldn't understand or explain.
Gavin needed a sub, and I needed a dom. I didn't know it until I met him, but I liked giving my control over to him. I liked letting him lead the way, sexually speaking. It was such a turn on and it helped ease the guilt in my brain. I'd come a long way from the first time we'd had sex, and he was slowly introducing me to all kinds of goodies he'd been kind enough to forego in our first encounter—whips, restraints, sex swings, and a whole host of other things I never imagined existed.
“You know I can take care of your mother too,” Gavin said. “I have the means to do so. And it would make me happy to make you happy.”