Page 78 of Castaway Whirlwind
“Maybe,” she says with a hint of mischief in her sleepy voice, rolling her hips and grinding against me. “I was too excited to sleep.” She whimpers when I angle my cock so that on my next thrust, I push just inside her entrance.
I vibrate with pleasure. “Excited is right. You’re already wet.”
“Mmhmm. What took you so long to come to bed?” She moans when I pull out and push deeper, having edged myself too much, fighting the urge to cum already.
Since I don’t want to lie—and lordy knows I can’t think straight enough to come up with one anyway—I distract her by flattening my chest on her back and pushing halfway inside her, easing back a fraction in case I’ve approached her limit.
“Oh god, Daddy,” she cries out with ecstasy instead of pain, gripping the pillow and sheets as she braces herself for my next thrust. “Yes! I missed you.”
I moan, sliding a hand beneath her to cup her left breast as I thrust inside her, bottoming out without her flinching in the slightest. “I missed you, too, darlin’. I’d have waited a hundred years, though, for you to be ok.”
Layla reaches back to grip my neck, arching hers to the side so I can kiss the underside of her jaw. “Would you still marry me even if I could never have sex again?”
“Of course, I would. You are my world, darlin’. This,” I say, punctuating my words with a harder thrust, “is just a bonus.”
Layla hums, clenching her inner muscles around my shaft. “A big, hard, mind-blowing bonus.”
“Mmhmm,” I agree, squeezing her breast while my nuts draw up with my impending orgasm. “I’ve always thoughtyou were beautiful, gorgeous, but I love how much you’ve filled out.” Withdrawing suddenly, I roll Layla onto her back, spread her legs, and curl my spine so I can thrust inside her while taking her left nipple into my mouth. “And with luck and doctors on our side, they’ll fill out even more soon.”
Layla closes her eyes and tangles her fingers in my hair as she hikes her knees up my sides when I suction my lips and massage the underside of her breast with my tongue. Rolling my eyes up, I tell her, “Watch me.”
Her eyes pop open, and I switch to her right breast, plumping it in my palm. Pulling back so I can take a deep breath, I confess, “I read your book. The one you tried to hide.” Layla’s thighs flex around me, her mouth dropping open with surprise. “Is that what you want?”
“Which part?” she asks.
“Do you want tocomfortme the way she does her man, letting him drink her milk and warm his belly?”
Layla shivers, her eyes trying to flutter shut. “Maybe, if that’s something you’d want to try.” She tenses and asks, “Have you done that before? With—”
“No.” Wrapping my arms around her back, I roll over and maneuver into a sitting position, lifting and lowering her bottom to help her bounce on my cock. “And I don’t want to think about her or the past. I don’t want you to, either. No one who came before belongs in here with us. Agreed?”
Holding onto my shoulders, Layla exaggerates the roll of her hips, tugging on my cock. “A thousand times, yes.” She cups her right breast and pulls my head down. “No, a million times, yes,” she moans, shaking on my lap when I suckle her deep into my mouth while pushing a hand between us to play with her clit. “Oh, Daddy, yes, I’m gonna cum. You’re so good,so good. Oh!”
Layla comes apart, forcing my orgasm out of me, filling her belly with my warm cum. I eventually draw back when she pushes my head away, and we both look down to see her nipple distended, slightly bruised with a hickey.
“Yeah.” I lick the tip of her nipple, imagining what her milk will taste like, her pussy pulsing around my cock with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “I definitely want to try that.”
Chapter 25
Layla
“Layla, honey. It’s time to get up.” The tinny voice sounds like Dolly’s, and I swat at her hand combing my hair back from my face, and mumble something about letting me sleep.
“Layla…wake up.” That one sounds like Goldie laughing while vigorously rubbing my shoulder.
“Go away.” I tug the comforter up over my head, rolling over onto my belly and slinging an arm over Russell’s stomach, though it’s a lot smoother and rounder than I remember.
It’s Violet’s voice that makes my eyes pop open when she says from beside me, “Great, now I have to pee again. Someone help me up.” Faye helps Violet sit up so she can swing her legs over the edge of the mattress. She holds her huge baby bump while she shuffles around my bed toward the bathroom.
Cora plops onto the mattress with a knowing smile and props her head up on her hand with extra large curlers set in her hair. “It’s about time you woke up.”
I yawn, wiping the sleep from my eyes while my fellow Granny’s Girls—all wearing silky robes in a pale shade of indigo—hover around with bright eyes and excited expressions. “What are y’all doing here? And what are y’all wearing?”
Faye tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. The upper half of her hairdo is braided and twisted around her head, the lower half curled in barrel waves that end just past her shoulders. She nods to Dolly, who has been hiding something behind her back.
“Surprise!” Dolly brings her hands to her front, holding up a matching robe on a wooden clothing hanger with the word BRIDE ironed onto the back in big, white vinyl script.
My heart skips a beat. “That’s for me?”
