Baby chills

**Chrissy** 

When my eyes opened, they darted to Dayle, who was undoubtedly still in tears. Egan’s death is truly a wreck. 

Firstly, why the fuck am I in bed?

Secondly, how did I leave the funeral? Has it ended?

“You’re awake,” Dayle screamed excitedly, sprinting towards me. I was muddled and speechless. 

It was awkward how tightly he hugged me as if I had been missing. 

His smiles were radiant and comforting. 

Staring at the man behind my happiness. 

“Yeah, I’m up. I can't remember how I dozed off,” I said. “What happened?” I pressed. 

“You… passed out. I called the doctor here. She’d be back with the results, probably tomorrow. I have no idea what happened but she said we don't have to worry about shit,” he explained briefly as I gently nodded. 

Dayle helped me sit up, passing me a glass of water. Peeking at my wrist, I realized that it was past 4 PM. 

“Woah, I feel okay though. It's just a little migraine and a little weakness,” I explained. 

He sat beside me, taking my hand in his. 

“I was scared to death. I… thought that I lost you,” he confessed softly, placing a kiss on my lips swiftly. 

I smiled, “You would never lose me, Dayle. I'm always gonna be here and forever,” I assured him. We shared a deep kiss again and in that moment, I wanted him so bad already. 

My fingers traced his bulge that was starting to grow.
We were both breathing heavily, our adrenaline rushing beyond maximum. 

I don't know if it's the right time since we’re mourning. It was frustrating seeing Dayle, most times in grey pants, who was devastating. 

I've been having the intense urge to have so much sex and it's unbearable. I've tried to be modest and understanding. I can't go any further right now. 

“You want to fuck?” he asked bluntly but hungrily. Was he reading my thoughts?

“Do you want to fuck, Chrissy?” he asked again when I was wrapped up in my head. 

“Yes, Dayle…” I breathed. I sat on him, taking off my top. My boobs hang in his face like a portrait. 

He stared up at me, grabbing my waist firmly. My arms wrapped around his nape as we kissed passionately, arching my back. 

He grabbed my boobies, fondling them like his religion, snatching my hard nipples with his mouth.

He continued while I moaned. I was instantly wet, his dick fighting to pierce through his pants. 

Unfastening his belt, I pulled out his dick that was hidden behind his briefs. 

His pre-cum drips below his shaft.

We paired gazes, smiling at his dick and soon-to-be skills. 

“How long have you waited?” he asked to clarify, sucking each nipple with a tease, flickering his tongue as well. 

I turned red, slightly embarrassed. 

“Talk fast or you wouldn't have my dick buried in there. I know it's dripping, huh?!” he proudly said. 

I bit my lower lip, “Since mourning,” 

He chuckled, “You are one little dirty slut, aren't you?!” his free hand was traveling down between my legs. I had been in a top and panties by the way. 

Two fingers gently dug into me as I whimpered softly. 

“Fuck?!” I whispered. 

I stroked his hard dick while he bit his lips, returning the favor. 

Then he took off his round neck t-shirt, gently placing my back on the bed.

I sighed lightly while he stripped out of his trousers. He crawled to me, my eyes fixed on the hard-on that barely wiggled. 

“Don’t starve me, Dayle. At least, I deserve this one fuck today,” I said, more like a command. 

“Actually you deserve two fucks,” he teased with a dark smile that reminded me of the man I’m dealing with. One who can be sweet and kind, yet wild and naughty. 

He kissed my neck, licking me off like ice cream. He dropped kisses from my lips, to my neck all the way down to my boobs, then torso. 
Finally, he kissed my shaved pussy as I squirmed in pleasure, my fingers combing through my hair.

“You’re wet for me, Chriss,” he said, pulling and grabbing my thighs to his face. “You’re craving my dick this much? Starving much?” he asked softly, his lips found their way to my pussy. 

My fingers raking his scruffy hair, his tongue slides in and out until I’m squirming and losing my whole shit.

“Ahhh!” It escaped my mouth, squeezing the sheets tightly while he worked on my soggy cunt. 

He paused for a moment, staring at me. My juice spread across his lips.

He leaned forward, kissing me. Tasting my juice turned me on more. 

“Dayle I can't wait. Please, fuck me, daddy!” I cried out seductively, his smirk affirming my demands. I guided his dark into my cunt, moaning out. 

I adjusted to his length, while he took each boob in each hand, giving my twinnies gentle caresses that left them hanging between Earth and Saturn. 

With each striking stroke, my body ached badly for him. I couldn't withstand the pleasurable, slamming me hard.

His groans and my moanings fill the atmosphere, feeling the rush. 

My toes curled, my body shivering to to wicked but sweet pounding.

“You’re just too sweet,” he managed to say. His sweat was dripping on my boobs—his strong hand wrapped around my neck softly. 

“Come with me, Chriss!” he charged, his voice rough and yearning. 

It was only a matter of a short time, Dayle and I came. We breathed heavily as he lay next to me, taking my hand in his. 

“Want more?” he asked and I shamelessly nodded as his fingers reached for my clit. 

A sudden knock interrupted the room, causing us to stop immediately. 
My eyes rolled lazily in disappointment, “What the fuck?!” I let out weakly. 

“Fuck it, Mom and Dad were downstairs—”

“Are you being serious, Dayle? You didn't tell me…”

He scoffed, “Come on, Chriss. You grabbed my cock by then. You should know that I can't think straight when you do that,” he explained and his last words got me spinning with laughter. 

“Is anyone in there? Come down, the doctor’s here…” Mom announced and her voice faded along the way. 

Dayle and I gaped at each other, still naked and horny. 

“What do you think the doctor will say?” I casually asked and Dayle shrugged. 

“Beats me, baby!” he added. 

….
I barely dragged my body out of bed. It took me a while to shake off and head downstairs. 

I met my Mom, Dad, and the twins in the living room, watching a sitcom. 
A smile danced on my lips, hugging each of them while Dayle met the doctor who had just brought out an envelope. 

“I think you should announce to us instead,” Dayle said, hesitantly taking the envelope. 

“I promise, it wouldn't bite. Go through it yourself or… with your wife!” the doctor pressed as I curiously walked up to Dayle.
We were both skeptical, scared that it might be something scary. Mom jerked the envelope from us, taking the wheel.

“It's now or never,” she added as Dad nodded curtly.

She opened it and read through it as her eyes widened, her mouth hung open. 

“What… does it say?” I asked, my gaze narrowing. 

At this point I expected anything. 

“You’re pregnant!” she jumped excitedly. “You’re two months gone, baby!” she said. 

Dayle stared at me, utterly shocked and speechless. 

Was he… happy?