Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
The next morning, Samantha cooed softly as she began to stir from her sleep.
She was so warm and cozy. And being pressed against Daddy’s hard body… It was absolutely perfect.
Until the sound of heavy machinery in the distance reminded her that she had taken refuge in an abandoned gas station during a lethally fierce blizzard.
She opened her eyes and sat up quickly. “What’s that?”
Kendrick stroked her hair, smiling lazily as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Just Isaiah using the plow to clear off a space. The storm is over. The sun is actually out. But it’ll be a while before it gets above freezing out here. So, that snow isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
She laid her head back on his chest, sighing contentedly at the feeling of his strong muscles poking back against her skin. “I almost thought I’d wake up to find myself all alone.”
“You think I’d ever leave you?”
She shook her head. “That it was a dream. As in, you didn’t really rescue me last night. But you did. You saved me.”
“I’ll always come for you, my love. Don’t ever forget that. Not that you’ll be in a situation like this again. Because I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while. I could have lost you!”
She didn’t speak for a moment, satisfied to just be held by Daddy.
Her legs spread apart as she shifted on him. A heat radiated off of her. She wanted him so freaking bad she couldn’t stand it!
She ached for him, even.
He must have been thinking the same thing, because he said, “You know, our first time can’t be in this ratty-ass gas station. Right?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I guess not.”
“Even though we do have plenty of time. Isaiah will be driving that plow for a while.”
“Even though,” she agreed with a nod.
His arms grew tighter around her. She spread her legs even more, grinding against him. His rock-hard member protruded from the gray sweatpants he was wearing, jabbing at her.
“Now, it is true,” he continued, “that certain activities generate heat. And it is mighty cold.”
That wasn’t technically true, she thought. It might have been cold outside, but that special blanket they were under kept them nice and toasty.
Or perhaps it was the desire that swirled between them.
Either way, it wasn’t cold by a long shot.
Samantha wasn’t about to tell him that, though.
She was even willing to bend the truth just a little bit. One more time.
“I really need to heat up, Daddy.”
“I know, honey. But again, it can’t be here. Not like this.” He slid out from under her, turned, and walked toward the door. “I should go check on Isaiah.” He stomped into his boots.
Even though he couldn’t see it, she stuck her lips out to pout. Watching him until he’d stepped out of the room, she sat up, crossed her arms, and huffed.
She’d waited this long. What was a while longer?
The plow’s motor droned on outside. A few minutes passed before Kendrick reappeared in the doorway, shocking her.
He was completely naked except for his boots.
His body was so strong and jagged. The abs perfectly formed. Those shoulders like small boulders.
“Ignore what I said before. The place doesn’t matter. It’s always special when two people who love each other come together.”
She laughed as he ran to the mattress and dove on. Thankfully, it didn’t pop as he bounced atop it and reached for her.
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 quickly becoming 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.
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.
“We have folks coming to pick them up,” Kendrick yelled back over the chopper’s roar. “Right now, we just need to get you back to warmth and safety. Come on, babydoll. In you go.”
Samantha couldn’t believe what was happening when, a few minutes later, securely strapped in, the flying machine took off, leaving the abandoned gas station behind.
And whisking her away to her new life.