Page 67 of Castaway Whirlwind
“You know who! Max and Dad and Steven and my stepdad! Nothing but fucking abusive bastards who beat women down however they can!” I throw my arm out toward the dance hall where Max got the shit beat out ofhimlike he deserves. “Did you see Cora flinch? I’m going to fucking murder Max with my bare hands if I find out he ever hit her! Just—” I growl,contorting my hands as if I were strangling Max to death in front of me.
“I’ll help you,” Russell says casually.
I drop my hands, my energy rapidly draining. “What?”
“I’ll help you murder him if that’s what you want.” Russell reaches out and pulls me into his hold when he’s close enough. “I was already planning on murdering Steven when he gets out.”
“That’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t joking,” Russell says, palming the back of my head and swaying as if we were on the dance floor.
I lay my cheek against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, letting him support my limp weight. “You can’t murder him,” I say almost petulantly.
“Why not?”
“Because then you’ll go to prison for the rest of your life, and our house is too big to live in by myself.”
Russell barks a laugh, which rolls into another and eventually infects me, making me giggle as I lift my arms over his broad shoulders.
“Feel better now, darlin’?”
“A little—no, actually a lot,” I admit, following his lead as he spins us in a slow, small circle, dancing in the pockets of moonlight through the canopy of trees, the police sirens our music.
“I’ve never heard you curse before. Didn’t know you had it in you,” he teases.
“Me either.” I sigh, closing my eyes and reveling in the sensation of Russell’s big, familiar body enveloping me. “Thank you for offering to murder them. It was really sweet.”
That starts us up laughing again, and it doesn’t take toolong until our hearts both race the longer we hold each other. I make the first move, tugging Russell’s beard to pull him down for a kiss. He groans and dances me up to a tree, pressing my back against the trunk.
When I palm his hard cock over his jeans, Russell moans and asks, “Are you sure? This has been a crazy night, and I don’t want you to think you have to—”
“Switch.” I nudge Russell around, pushing him against the trunk and sinking to my knees, ignoring the bite of the sharp twigs in my skin, already rushing to unbuckle his leather belt.
“Of f—darlin’.” One of his hands is buried in my hair, the other resting lightly on my shoulder. “You really don’t have to.”
I grip his thick base, using it to guide my mouth to the crown of his cock, licking away the precum beading at the slit. I have my confirmation—giving him a blow job is anything but disgusting. Iwantto give him this. Arousal quickly gathers between my thighs when I firm my lips and roll them over my teeth, taking him into my mouth. I hum and bob my head while I start stroking his shaft up and down.
“Darlin’, darlin’, oh god,” Russell pants, widening his stance for better balance while tangling my hair around his fingers. “I’m not gonna last long in your little mouth.”
I hum again, scooting closer, yanking his jeans lower so I can cup his heavy sack, loving his natural, masculine scent as I press my nose closer to his pelvis.
Russell whimpers like I do when I gently tug his balls, his dick swelling in my mouth. He rocks forward, pushing deeper, and immediately pulls back. “Sorry.”
I pop off his cock to tell him, “Don’t stop, Daddy.”
He shakes his head fast. “I won’t do that to you.”
“I trust you not to go too hard or hurt me.” I reach up and cover his hand in my hair, pressing against it as I take him further into my mouth. I do it enough times for him to finally get the message that I don’t mind him taking control. If anything, I love it more because it’s undeniable proof of how much I really can trust him, letting him direct me on how fast or slow or shallow or deep he wants me to go.
“That’s it, darlin’. You’ve got it now.” Russell shudders when I hollow my cheeks, his head thunking back against the trunk with a groan, his hips rolling as he presses more firmly on my head. “So good, I’m gonna cum any second.”
I hum around his cock, my core aching as I bring pleasure to the man I love more than I ever have anyone else in my life. Not so gentle now, I stroke his shaft and tug simultaneously, squeezing my thighs together when Russell releases a guttural moan, his warm cum sliding over my tongue, forcing me to swallow when he holds the back of my head in place.
I yelp and accidentally nick his shaft with my teeth when several someones crash through the trees and blind us with their flashlights, yelling above the sirens, “Hands in the air where we can see them!”
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Russell
