Page 42 of Castaway Whirlwind
Russell.
When I can finally breathe again, though shallowly with his weight on my chest—which I do not mind whatsoever—I tell him, “I think that was, like, five orgasms rolled into one.” I even giggle a little before a yawn steals my next breath.
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Russell
I smile at her giggle, though my blood cools rapidly. “I think I’ve learned more about you in the last week than I have in the last three years.”And I already knew a lot,having stalked her most of that time.
She laughs, reaching up to play with the hair on the nape of my neck. “Oh yeah? What else have you learned, Daddy?”
Though I don’t like thinking of her in bed with Steven, I say, “You’ve never had an orgasm before.”
Her smile turns down. “Yes, I have.”
“No, darlin’, you haven’t. Not if you think that was more than the one I gave you.” It’s pretty awful of me to be smug at the idea that I’m the first to give her an orgasm, which I most definitely am.
“But…” She tilts her head to the side and doesn’t sound as sure when she says, “I had at least two.”
I roll us over onto our sides when she yawns again, gathering her closer with my arms wrapped around her, her head tucked under my chin. “I know I made you feel good at the start, but no, you only had one.” I kiss her forehead. “And it won’t be the last, I can promise you that.”
“Now?” She sounds so hopeful, even when she yawns again.
I hate to disappoint her, but she needs something else more than another orgasm. “Soon, darlin’. But for now, you need your sleep.”
She snuggles closer. “But what about you?”
I pretend to yawn, which turns into a real one since I could certainly use some sleep, too.
In a small voice, she asks, “Don’t you want me to make you feel good, too?”
I clear my throat. “You, uh, already did.”
“That was hours ago.”
I sigh. “No, I came a few minutes ago.”
“Where?”
I don’t answer, fearing she may be upset since she wasn’t wearing panties this time around.
Layla fights my hold to roll onto her back, sitting up on one elbow while she spreads her legs, finding the cum I left between her pussy lips, though I hadn’t pushed any inside her. She swipes two fingers through it and holds it up to the light, which is strangely erotic.
My spent cock thickens, and as if she has a sixth sense for these things, her eyes dart to it. “Do you think any of it got inside me?”
I wish, but…“No.”
Her mouth twists, and her eyes drop back to my cock, which I still haven’t tucked away in my sweatpants. “Are you able to cum again so soon?”
I chuckle. “For you, yes. Why? Wait, no, you need your sleep.” I motion for her to lay back down, wanting her in my arms.
Her eyes are wide, staring at me without blinking when she asks, “Can we spoon? At least until I fall asleep?”
“Yeah.”Heck effin’ yes, is what I mean.
Layla rolls over onto her side, scooting back into me before I can move toward her. I drag the comforter up over the both of us, then wrap my arm around her bare belly, pleased that she didn’t pull her nightgown down. I’m even more pleased when she wiggles back another inch, my bare cock rubbing against her naked bottom.
“Goodnight, Daddy.”
