Chapter 39: I Knew Your Intentions Weren’t Pure

Daisy finally guided the tip of his cock to her entrance.

Ethan was still sucking her breast, tongue slow and wet around the nipple, when she sank down just enough for the head to push inside. The stretch was immediate. Daisy’s mouth fell open.

"Ahh... ahh..."

He felt how tight she was the second the tip entered. Virgin-tight. Hot. Already soaked. He didn’t push. He stayed still, mouth still on her breast, one hand stroking her side while she adjusted to even that first inch.

Daisy sank a little more. Another soft, broken sound left her throat. The thick head stretched her open wider. She could feel every ridge of him. Her hands gripped his shoulders hard.

"Ahh... Ethan..."

He kept sucking her nipple, gentle but steady, while she took him deeper on her own. Halfway down she paused, breathing hard, the tight heat of her pussy squeezing around the middle of his shaft. Then she dropped the rest of the way until her ass met his thighs and he was buried to the base.

Daisy fell forward onto his chest. Her big, soft breasts pressed flat against him, still damp from his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and held on tight. For a few seconds she just stayed there, full, getting used to the size of him inside her.

Then she started moving.

Slow. Careful. She lifted her hips until only the head stayed inside, then sank back down with a wet sound. Up. Down. Soft, shaky moans left her every time she took him again. Ethan’s hands settled on her waist, not forcing, just holding while she set the pace.

"That’s it," he murmured against her hair. "Take your time."

Daisy kept going. Each slow ride coated his cock in more of her wetness. Soft schlick sounds filled the quiet space. Her breasts shifted against his chest every time she moved. She lifted her face from his shoulder, eyes glassy, and started rolling her hips a little more confidently at the bottom of every stroke.

Ethan met her with small, careful thrusts from below. Never hard. Just enough to match her rhythm. Daisy’s moans grew louder. Soft at first, then needier.

"Ahh... ahh... fuck... it feels..."

She started moving faster. The craving that had been building for days finally took over. She braced her hands on his chest and began bouncing properly, big soft ass rising and falling, taking every thick inch. Wet sounds got louder. Her breasts bounced with the motion. Ethan’s hands slid down and gripped her ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, helping lift her and drop her back onto his cock.

"Ahh... ahh... Ethan... yes..."

He held her ass tighter and started thrusting up harder to meet her. Not rough enough to hurt, but deep and steady. Daisy’s head tipped back. Louder, broken sounds left her throat every time he bottomed out. She kept riding him, hips rolling, ass bouncing, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the Survival Space.

Ethan squeezed her soft ass and kept launching up into her, letting her take what she wanted. Daisy didn’t hold back anymore. She rode him harder, chasing the feeling, soft shouts mixing with her moans every time the thick head dragged deep inside her.

"Ahh~! Ahh~! Don’t stop~"

He didn’t. He held her ass, lifted her, and drove back up into the tight, soaked heat of her over and over while she bounced on top of him, first time and already lost in it.

Ethan felt her getting more comfortable with every bounce.

He slowed, then carefully pulled out. Daisy made a soft, needy sound at the sudden emptiness. He guided her onto her hands and knees on the floor of the Survival Space. Her big, soft ass was up, the pink of her soaked entrance glistening in the low light. He rubbed the thick head of his cock against her one more time, coating himself in how wet she already was, then pushed back in from behind in one steady stroke.

"Ahhh~fuck~"

The new angle let him go deeper. Daisy’s arms nearly gave out. Ethan gripped her hips and started thrusting. Harder now. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the quiet space. Bang. Bang. Bang. Her heavy breasts swung under her with every thrust. Soft, punched-out moans left her throat every time he bottomed out.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh... Ethan... it’s so deep..."

He kept going. One hand stayed on her hip. His left hand came down and spanked her big, soft ass~once, firm. The sound cracked through the space. Daisy gasped, then pushed back into the next thrust like she wanted more. He spanked her again, fingers sinking into the soft flesh afterward, holding and squeezing while he kept fucking her hard.

"Ahh~! Yes~"

She was enjoying it. He could feel it in the way her pussy clenched around him every time his hand landed. He spanked her again, then gripped both cheeks and pulled her back onto his cock harder. The wet sounds got louder. Bang. Bang. Bang. Daisy’s moans turned into short, sharp screams.

"Ahh~! Ahh~! Fuck~ Ethan~"

He didn’t slow down. He kept the steady, hard rhythm, hips slamming against her ass, cock dragging through the tight, soaked heat of her. More of her wetness spilled out around him, running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. His left hand kept spanking and squeezing her soft ass between thrusts. Daisy dropped to her elbows, face against the floor, still pushing back to meet him. Every thrust punched another scream out of her.

"I’m~ ahh~ I’m gonna~"

"Come on my cock."

Her pussy clenched hard around him as she came. A long, broken scream tore out of her. "Ahhh~!" A fresh rush of wetness squirted around his cock, soaking his thighs and the floor beneath them in a messy spray. He kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, still holding and spanking her soft ass while she shook and kept squirting.

When the last tremor started to fade he pulled out. Daisy stayed on her hands and knees, breathing hard, still dripping. Ethan stroked himself twice over the curve of her back and came in thick, hot pulses across her skin. The warm ropes landed on her lower back and the soft swell of her ass. Daisy felt the heat of it and shivered, a soft, satisfied sound leaving her throat.

She stayed like that for a moment, legs still open, the mess of both of them cooling on her skin. Ethan dropped down beside her and pulled her against him. She came willingly, soft and warm, still shaking a little, the heat of his cum still on her back.

Ethan and Daisy lay there for a while.

Daisy didn’t seem to want to move yet. After a moment she turned her head toward him, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.

"I knew your intentions weren’t pure," she said softly.

Her voice was quiet, tinged with bashfulness, but she wasn’t truly angry.

Ethan chuckled and didn’t answer.

They got dressed. Daisy was still adjusting her collar when the two of them appeared out of thin air outside the stone door.

Once they stepped back outside, Ethan looked at her.

"Go back now. Don’t keep Debbie and the others waiting."

He patted her once more. The simple touch made her face heat up all over again~half ashamed, half indignant.

"Even though your Spiritual Power has increased," he added, "don’t overexert yourself using it."

"I know!" Daisy nodded, took a few steps, then turned back. She held up the walkie-talkie, cheeks still flushed. "Next time you come back... still use the walkie-talkie to contact me first."

With that she turned and walked away quickly.

Ethan smiled and watched until her figure disappeared behind the stone door. Then he leaned against the old locust tree and let out a quiet breath.

He had no intention of returning to the casino right away.

He had just told Daisy he would be staying outside for four or five days. Whether it was the Survival Space or the underground casino base, every piece of equipment still needed electricity. That meant he needed more fuel for the generator.

He looked up at the scorching sun overhead.

For a moment the thought crossed his mind~if he could obtain an Electricity Control ability, could he generate power directly instead of relying on diesel and generators?

He pushed the idea aside almost as soon as it appeared. Fuel came first. Any new ability would have to wait until he found a suitable Core.

Ethan oriented himself and started walking toward the gas station to the west.

The Apocalypse was full of dangers, and an old acquaintance was already waiting for him there.