Page 58 of Castaway Whirlwind
“Shhh.” Layla presses on the back of my head, and I laugh with my face buried in her pussy. Message received—less talking, more kissing.
And because Layla holds my head firmly in place, I can kiss her, thrust my fingers in and out of her,andstroke my dick at the same time. I almost finish in my hand when Layla cums around my fingers, jerking her hips sharply, nearly knocking me backward.
“Daddy, oh god!” She tugs on my hair. “Come here.”
I surge to my feet, catching Layla around her waist, and meet her lips while I grind my shaft against her little belly. “Front or back, darlin’?”
“Front.” She wiggles on her feet until she’s steadier and wraps her arms around my neck.
I stoop to line my cockhead up to her entrance, and I work my length inside her as slowly as I did my fingers, which weren’t as wide around as my shaft.
Layla makes an impatient sound when I stop at the halfway mark, just to be sure. “Deeper,” she begs.
The brief pause is as much for me as it is for her since I’m so close to cumming. Once I have myself under control, I push deeper, then deeper, and when my cock slides home, buried to the hilt inside my little darlin’, I can’t tell if the water that runs down my face is from the shower or from tearing up. After trying a new position each night except the nights when she only wants to cuddle, I think we’ve found it—the position that will allow Layla to truly enjoy sex from start to finish.
I drop my forehead against hers, savoring the delicacy of being fully sheathed within her lovely, warm body. “I’m all the way in, darlin’.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Now make love to me, Daddy.”
“I’ll go slow,” I say thickly, sipping the water from her bottom lip, bracing one hand against the wall behind her and cupping her bottom with the other. She moans and arches into me as I roll my hips, moving in and out of her with long, measured strokes, never thrusting too hard.
“Faster, please!”
“Are you sure—”
Layla drops her arms to grip my butt. “Yes,” she says, yanking me forward on my next thrust.
That’s all the encouragement I need to up my pace, our thighs clapping together.
“Oh god! I’ve never—it’s never felt this good!” Layla cries out, her hand now pressing against my lower back since I’ve found a rhythm she likes—one I will not deviate from unless she tells me to.
“You’re close again, aren’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” she moans, panting for breath.
“Thank god.” With my hand on her bottom, I guide her back and forth each time I fill her. “I’m gonna cum, darlin’. Gonnacum so deep inside you, your body will have to take it all.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I want it.”
“Then you have to cum for me first. Play with your clit.”
Layla shoves her hand between us, her little fingers moving fast and hard, a sob catching in her throat as her pussy clamps down around my shaft.
“That’s it. You’re so close. Let go and cum for Daddy.”
Layla’s back bows, and the minute her inner muscles squeeze my cock with her orgasm, I detonate, grinding against her to go deeper, if possible, when I cum.
“We did it, darlin’,” I say, breathing hard near her ear while my body vibrates with aftershocks of pleasure.
She turns to kiss me. “Think we can actually shower like this?”
“What? With me buried inside you?”
She shrugs, tipping her head back with a sated smile on her gorgeous face. “It’s worth a try.”
And itisworth trying, even when I slip and land on my back after stretching for the shampoo bottle, Layla wrenching my cock to the side when she falls on top of me.
“Stop laughing. My poor dick,” I groan with my own chuckle, Layla’s pretty giggles making my dick thicken again at the unnatural angle.
