Page 78 of Stowaway Whirlwind
Russell reverses his truck down the driveway, then Layla in her beater. Following a hunch, I walk down to the road and see that Russell has backed up further so that he’s behind her car when Layla pulls out. Russell rolls down his passenger side window and flips me off with his middle finger as he drives past while I laugh. He knows that I know that he’s going to followher all the way home so he cankeep an eye outuntil she’s safely inside her apartment. Good.
Now that that’s settled, I turn toward the house, my blood heating and heading south, my dick already hard by the time I make it inside, looking for my wife.My wife.God, I love the sound of that.
Goldie meets me in the darkened hallway with our bedroom door closed behind her. “Lily’s asleep,” she whispers, circling my waist and tipping her head back.
I grip the nape of her neck and bend to kiss her. “Happy to be home, wife?”
“Always,” she breathes out. “Thank you for turning around.”
She sounds embarrassed, and I tell her honestly, “I think I would have turned around the minute we got to the hotel anyway. I know Lily would have been safe with Layla…and Russell,” I add with a chuckle. “But the acid was eating away at my chest something awful.”
“Think we’ll ever be able to leave her? Go on vacation, just the two of us?”
I hum. “Maybe.”
“Or we could pay someone to go with us now that you’ve got that fancy promotion. Maybe get adjoining rooms?”
“Not sure working in the warehouse is all that fancy, but I like that idea.” I’ve been backing her up toward the spare bedroom throughout our hushed conversation. I push open the door, flick the light on, and continue steering her until she bumps into the queen-sized bed and is forced to sit.
I kneel on the carpet, my hands trembling as I shrug off my suit jacket, remove her satiny white heels, and then slide my hands up under her dress. I suck in a breath, my cock a steel pipe in my pants, when I stumble across the silky garter belt around her thigh. Goldie moans when I flip the hem of her dress up and follow the length of her leg with kiss after kiss until I can nip thegarter belt with my teeth. She leans back with her hands on the bed when I lift her knee and drag the belt down, then off her foot, and stuff it in my pants pocket—a souvenir.
She’s panting hard, her eyes hooded when I lift her other knee, setting her feet on my shoulders as I kiss along her inner thighs until I get to the gusset of her thong, placing a kiss right in the center and inhaling deeply. She smells like me, and pride and possession have pre-cum wetting my boxer briefs.
When Goldie swivels her hips and drops her knees open, I hook a finger under the fabric to pull it to the side and find her clit with my thumb to massage it. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Uh huh.” Goldie moans and rocks her hips up into my touch.
She gasps when I lightly swat the outside of her thigh, then twist my wrist to ease a finger inside her wet pussy. “Try again, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m ready for you.”
“Good girl.” I reward her by sinking two fingers inside her and lowering my face to replace my thumb with my tongue, loving the way my wife’s arms give out when the pleasure gets to be too much to hold herself up.
Goldie bites her lips, digging her fingers into the black and gray plaid comforter—which she teased me about when she first saw it.
“Don’t have to be quiet in here, baby. I want to hear you scream for Daddy.”
She rewardsmeby dropping her mouth open with a long moan, breathing hard as I curl my fingers and suck on her clit until her hips are jerking off the bed with her orgasm.
I back up and stand, ripping at my button-down to get it off, fingers fumbling as I try to unbuckle my belt, getting frustrated when my zipper refuses to budge. “Fuck, I’m going to cum in my pants if I don’t get inside you right the fuck now.”
Goldie sits up, swats my hands away, and rips my zipper down. Before I have the chance to push her flat on the bed again so I can sink my cock inside her, she shoves my briefs down, fists my shaft, and takes half of me in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, baby, that’s it.” I slip my fingers in her hair, alternating between dropping my head back on my shoulders with pleasure and then forcing my eyes open to watch her lips stretch around my girth as she takes me deeper and deeper.
Goldie wraps her arms around my hips and grabs my ass to pull me closer until I’m sliding down her throat. My toes curl in my brand-new pair of black western boots, and I cum within a minute.
I tug on her hair and yank my hips back to pull out of her hot mouth. “Shit, baby. Didn’t mean to cum without warning.”
Goldie licks her lips in a circle, then smacks them, giving me a mischievous smile. “Sorry, Daddy.” She slides her hands to my front, then up and down my torso, playing with the hair on my belly. I still can’t believe she finds me as sexy as I do her at my weight and age, but I won’t question it. There’s no need, not when she’s wearing my ring and soon my last name.
I yawn, and thinking the night is over—not entirely unhappy that I didn’t get inside her pussy since I already fucked her right before the wedding—I follow her across the room after she stands.
She holds up a finger, though, and I scratch my head when she disappears through the bedroom door, closing it behind her. I stumble back and grip my cock harshly when she returns a long ass three minutes later in a short silky negligee the same shade as her hair. It’s the items in her hands that have my knees weakening.
“Think you’re up for a little something extra?” she asks with a sultry tone.
My heart is pounding, blood rushing in my ears when she saunters closer, swaying her hips. She pops the cap of the small bottle in her left hand, the sound a shot down my spine. Then she pushes a button on the small purple vibrating dildo in her right, making it buzz. I swear I can already feel the vibrations in my balls.
