The Billionaire and His Castaway Part 6

He places a soft kiss on my baby b.u.mp before shouldering between my thighs. I tense them a little, shy at the thought of him seeing me there.

"Relax, sweets."

I look down between my legs and see him give me a wicked smile after using my nickname, a name I've missed so much these past eight weeks. Then he looks down, staring at my p.u.s.s.y and licking his lips.

Before I can stop him, his mouth is on me, and I have to grab a nearby pillow to put over my mouth. The feel of his warm, wet tongue on my p.u.s.s.y is so incredibly good that I nearly pa.s.s out when he sucks on me.

"f.u.c.k," I mumble into the pillow, and I hear Kenton laugh.

"That's it, sweets. m.u.f.fle those screams. Wouldn't want your brothers to hear what I'm about to do to you."

His hands come up and dig into my thighs. I'm sure I'll have bruises, but I'm so far gone with pleasure that I can't be bothered to care. I want him gripping me, holding me down. It's a reminder that he's here, that I'm not without Kenton anymore.

I bite into the pillow as I feel my legs start to tremble. Dear G.o.d, the o.r.g.a.s.m he's building me to is going to rip me in half. His tongue moves back and forth from my opening to my c.l.i.t. Back and forth, back and forth. The easy rhythm is driving me insane, and I'm going to climax any second.

Kenton brings his fingers up and thrusts two inside me, quickly filling my small channel and forcing a grunt from me.

"I want it," he growls and goes back to sucking on me.

Between his mouth and the steady rubbing of his fingers on an oh-so-perfect spot inside me, I'm clawing to peak. I grip the pillow tighter and bear down on his face, screaming my o.r.g.a.s.m into the cotton.

I nearly come off the bed from the intensity of it, but Kenton holds me tighter and doesn't let me move an inch away from him. My shouts are borderline hysterical, and I've never felt anything so intense in my entire life.

Ripping the pillow away from my mouth, I gasp for air, thinking I'm going to pa.s.s out.

Kenton nuzzles my sensitive s.e.x, rubbing his nose and mouth against my wetness, coating his face. I should be embarra.s.sed, but all I feel is drained. It's like someone just sucked the life out of me.

I start to laugh as I think how Kenton's mouth did exactly just that. Sucked me dry.

"Are you happy, sweets?" he asks, kissing up my body.

My eyes are half-closed, and the smile on my face would rival the Joker's. All I can do is nod; completely depleted of any energy.

I feel his c.o.c.k pushing against my entrance, and I wonder at what point he got naked. I don't remember him removing his clothes, but I'm pretty sure a bulldozer could drive though this room and I wouldn't sit up to watch.

He pushes into me, and in one long thrust, his hard shaft is rooted in me. Suddenly, before I can grip onto him, he pulls out completely and moves back between my legs.

"Kenton," I start, but his mouth goes back to my p.u.s.s.y, cutting off my question.

He sucks on me for a few more moments, getting me close to edge faster than I thought possible. Just when I'm ready for my second climax, he moves back up my body and thrusts inside me again.

"Oh G.o.d," I moan, feeling his full size inside me.

"I can't stop wanting to taste you."

His mouth lands on mine, and his tongue pushes inside. My taste pa.s.ses between us and I moan, clenching around his c.o.c.k. It's dirty and yet somehow so intimate that I cling to him, loving the taste of us together. I want to taste his c.o.c.k right now, but I want to keep us connected like this.

He breaks the kiss only to move down enough to take a nipple in his mouth. His thrusts are hard, and it feels like this has been years in the making, not two months. But I knew after the first time we made love that one time would never be enough. Once with Kenton was merely a tease, and now I get a lifetime to make up for that.

I feel his teeth graze my sensitive skin, and my nails grip his a.s.s, begging him to go deeper. Our first time on the island was slow and sweet. This time it's ravenous. I want to breathe him in and taste his pa.s.sion for me. I open my mouth on his shoulder and bite down a little, feeling my climax approaching like a freight train. I don't know if I can take another one like before, but my body isn't about to stop it.

When it hits me, I shout against his skin, trying to m.u.f.fle my o.r.g.a.s.m. The pleasure rolls through my body, and I feel his c.o.c.k grow thicker and start to pulse. He's c.u.mming inside me, and for some reason, that makes my climax even hotter. Knowing that my body is giving him what he needs and he's giving me the same makes it feel perfect.

Being with Kenton feels like I'm finally complete. Being in his arms and under him is what I've been dreaming of since the moment we met. I kiss his shoulder where I bit him and he rubs all over my body. It's like he can't keep his hands off me, and I'm more than okay with that.

"G.o.d, I missed you," he says, looking down at me. His eyes are so soft yet intense. It's all-consuming having him look at me that way. Like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world.

"We've got a lot to talk about." I cup his face with my hand and can't help but look at the rock he's put on my finger. "And we've got a lot to plan. A wedding, a baby. It's all so much."

"Whatever you want, sweets. It's yours."

"I think I want more of you between my legs," I say, biting my lip. I never knew that could be so amazing, and I think I may be addicted after just one time. If it's like that every time Kenton goes down on me, I may not ever let him up.

"You don't have to ask me twice."

He starts to move, but I grab his shoulders and laugh. "Let's get out of this house first. I want you to take me home so I'm not worried about someone hearing us."

"Home," Kenton says, rubbing his nose against mine. "I like the sound of that."

Epilogue.

Kenton

Three years later...

My eyes are closed, and the sun is beating down on me, but the cool breeze and the sound of waves has a permanent smile on my face. That and the fact that Madeline is draped over my body in the hammock.

We decided to come back to the island for our anniversary, and it's been a week of nothing but the two of us. We came here for our honeymoon right before our daughter was born. We spent a few days out here and enjoyed the quiet, making up for the first visit being cut short. This time we wanted to be lazy and not have to worry about anything but making love.

Our little girl, Ophelia, is staying with Madeline's brothers while we're away, and we have no worries that she's keep them in line. She's the one who runs our house. Well, she runs me anyway. It's kind of cute to see the two beautiful females in my life argue.

Madeline and I had been talking about having another baby, wanting to take it slow, but not wanting them too far apart. So we decided our first trip here was good luck, so certainly a second trip couldn't hurt.

I reach into the cooler beside me without opening my eyes or having to move anything other than my arm. I grab a beer and twist off the top, pressing the cool gla.s.s to Madeline's back. She squeaks and then playfully slaps my chest. I take a drink, and then offer it to her, letting her take a sip.

We're both still naked from when we made love earlier. Neither of us bothered to put clothes back on. I plan on taking her at least once more on this before taking her back into the hut and starting all over again.

"The hammock was a good call," she says, handing me the beer back and lying back down on my chest.

"Definitely an added bonus."

I had some of the workers from the hotel come out and add a few things since I knew we'd be out here for a week. This was one of my better ideas.

"I think we should get one of these for back home," she says, her hand moving to my c.o.c.k.

I'm still hard from the last time I took her, but her hand on me never fails to get a reaction.

"I think if we had one of these back home, we might have the cops called on us."

Madeline leans up, straddling me, and sinks down onto my thickness. She's slow to lower herself, neither of us in a rush to a climax. We're just making love when we feel like it, lazily moving together. I hold her hips and move inside her as the breeze blows the swing a little. It's paradise.

"We might give Mrs. Conner a heart attack. You know how she likes to look at your a.s.s."

I raise my eyebrow and give her a smirk. "I only want one woman looking at my body. And she's currently riding my c.o.c.k."

She leans down and places her lips on mine, smiling as she kisses me.

"Good answer," she says, sitting back up.

I reach up and cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing them and plucking at her nipples. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She blushes a little and touches my cheek. "Thank you for bringing me back here, Kenton. This island is something special."

Epilogue.

Kenton

About nine months later...

"That island is cursed!"

Madeline is screaming at me, and I'm just sitting beside the hospital bed, nodding my head and trying not to wince at the pain in my hand.

"Triplets! That island gave me triplets!"

The nurses are walking around the room trying to keep her comfortable and give her everything she needs, but Madeline wanted to do a natural birth, so drugs are out of the question.

We knew early on that this pregnancy was different than our first one. When we went for our first ultrasound, we both nearly collapsed in shock at what the doctor told us. Natural triplets. It's almost impossible, but we'd done it. We were about to go from one child to four. Madeline blamed a week at the island, saying that's how we only had one last time. She said that we stayed too long and babies just kept being made.

I had to admit I felt a little pride at knocking her up three times on the island, but hey, I'm a dude. Madeline went from ecstatic to hysterical at the drop of a hat. I think we were both overwhelmed, but as the pregnancy progressed we were happy that she and all three babies were healthy.

She had a scheduled C-section, but her water broke in the middle of the night last night. We came straight to the hospital. We'd discussed this with the doctor, and Madeline said if her body went into labor, she wanted to give it the opportunity to give birth naturally.

So here I am, white-knuckling the hospital bed with one hand while the other is being used as Madeline's stress ball.

"Just breathe, sweets."

"Don't you 'sweets' me right now, Monroe," she says. "This is all your fault. You did this to me."

"Baby, if I remember, most of the time you were doing it to me on the island."

The nurse beside us snorts, and Madeline gives me the death stare.

"You're right," I say, hoping that will fix whatever I just did wrong.

"Okay. Looks like it's time," the doctor says.

Suddenly Madeline looks at me with a panic on her face, and I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers. "I've got you, Madeline."

"Call me by my name," she says, sounding scared.

"I've got you, sweets. I've always got you."

Epilogue.

Madeline

Five years later...

I'm sitting back on the lounge chair in the backyard watching our kids run around. Mark and his wife, Lori, just got here and came out back to sit down beside me. Their two boys run out to play with their cousin in the tree house and we laugh as our four girls tell them they have to say the pa.s.sword.

Our girls give us a run for our money, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Kenton is so patient with all of them and even braids their hair. I don't know how he puts up with all the drama, but I suspect he likes it. He says I'm the reason they are so beautiful, and I love hearing that. Even though I think all of the girls look like him, he says they look like me.