by Alexis Angel
“It’s so… good,” I say between breaths, pressing my forehead against his.
“It’s about to get better,” he grins, mischievousness in his eyes. With that, he places his other hand under my left buttock and lifts me up against him. I react by instinct, placing my hands over his shoulders and lacing him with my legs on his lower back. Pinned between the wall and Lucien, I throw my head back and prepare for what’s to come.
There’s no mercy or gentleness in the way he moves. We’re not making love. We’re fucking, and we’re doing it as hard as we can. He bucks his hips at me viciously; his cock going in and out of my pussy at such a pace that my throat grows sore and I give up on moaning. And when I think that he can’t keep that rhythm for much longer, he just goes harder, ramming all of his length inside of me with such force that, even though my throat is already raw, I can’t help but to scream. Thank God there is no one around right now to hear us.
Using my arms on his shoulders as leverage, I jump up and down over his cock, trying to match the motion of his body. I give up quickly; there’s no way I can keep up. I just submit to it, resting my back and head against the wall and enjoying the punishment he’s handing out to my body.
“Don’t…” Don’t stop, that’s what I want to say. But I can’t; maybe I’m out of breath, or maybe my brain just can’t focus enough to find the words. I don’t have to worry, though, since he doesn’t look like he’s going to stop anytime soon. In fact, he looks like he could keep going forever, his body trapped on an endless loop of pleasure and dominance. And, oh God, how I wish that could be possible.
My pussy tightening around his cock, I come hard, trembling as if I had a fever. And I might just as well have one, since I’m burning up. I feel my chin quivering as I try to breathe, all my muscles twitching and spasming as pure delight rages through me, flooding both my body and mind. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I've never came like this before. I’ve had orgasms before, yes, but what I’m experiencing goes far beyond that. A simple orgasm pales in comparison to what I’m feeling right now.
With a kiss on my forehead, he puts me down, my legs feeling weak the moment my feet touch the floor. But he gives me no time to catch my breath: with his hands on my waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall once again. I place my hands against the cold concrete at shoulder height, jutting my ass back toward him. A cry of pleasure leaves my lips as he smacks my ass hard with the back of his hand. Then he does it again. And again. He does it until I’m gritting my teeth, the pain running through my nerves toward my brain, except the moment it gets there it has already been distilled into pleasure.
I let my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders and brushing against my breasts. His hands are now over my buttocks, squeezing them lightly. After the rough treatment, the gentle touch of his fingers feel like a blessing—one full of promises. The more his fingers caress me, the more they move toward the valley between my ass cheeks. The moment he’s close enough, he takes his hands out of me and, with just one finger, he traces the line between my cheeks all the way to between my thighs. Then, turning his hand around, he keeps going. I swallow hard when his fingers go over my labia, gently parting my folds.
“I’m going to make you come like you never did before, Kerri”, he promises me, not knowing that he has already fulfilled it. Still, I can’t help but wonder at the state I’m going to be in once he’s done with me. Will I be able to stand? To walk? Oh, God, does it even matter?
I open my mouth to speak—maybe something smart or seductive, but all I can do is croak a small “please.” This time he doesn’t make me beg. One of his arms goes around my waist and he presses his forearm over my navel; then he pulls me into him, his shaft straining past my inner lips and lodging itself inside of me as if it had never left.
“Oh, God…” I moan, pushing my hips back against him.
“There’s no God in this place…” He whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin. “Just me.”
He holds his position, his cock deep inside me as he lets his arm fall, his hand running down between my legs. There, he presses two fingers right above my clitoris, gently pressing down on it; only then does he allow his cock to slide out of me.
He goes back in again, thrusting with all his strength. Soon enough, his cock is flying in and out of me at a breakneck pace, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again.
My eyes are shut, and I’m gritting my teeth again. I wasn’t prepared for this. It’s simply too… good. And it keeps getting better: as he thrusts, he keeps pressuring my clit, circling it steadily with his two fingers. With his free hand, he grabs my left breast and squeezes it, pinching my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. I’m panting, my body swaying against his in waves.
“Lucien…” I call, his name like honey over my tongue. “Harder,” I ask him, not truly understanding what I’m really saying. I only realize what I told him to do after he pinches my nipple harder, a stab of pain and pleasure hitting me at once. He starts to thrust even harder, and I have to go on tiptoes, my unconscious mind dictating every single one of my movements.
There’s a spark inside of me, one rising from my clit and spreading all over my body. Soon enough that spark will turn into a fire and I’ll burn. I can’t wait for it.
Pressing hard on my clit, he thrusts mighty, his cock burying itself inside my pussy like it never did. I gasp, my insides clenching as my nerve endings try to process the barrage of sensations he’s unleashing upon me. Slowly, he pulls back out, and then thrusts hard again. He keeps going like that until I can’t bear it any longer, his shaft pushing his way inside of me with the sweetest savagery I have ever felt.
So this is what it feels like to be with a Man—one with a capital M. I’m not a virgin, or some clueless inexperienced girl… but I’ve never met a man like Lucien. He is the kind of man a woman dreams of, perfect in every sense of the word. It’s not only his body that draws me in, that’s only a small fraction of his allure. It’s who he is; he breathes in power and exhales dominance. He’s one of the most dangerous men I have ever met and, at the same time, the one that makes me feel the safest. These opposing feelings, the conflict between them… It just drives me out of control, in a way I never thought would be possible.
I open my mouth to speak, but I close it before any words can form. I can’t speak and I can’t even think… Ask me my name right now, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to answer. I’m high, his body on me the most perfect drug I have ever found.
“I want you to come for me,” he tells me against my ear, stopping his thrusts for a long second. “And you’re going to do it when I tell you to.”
Is that even possible? Somehow, his words leave no room for doubt. It's possible because he won’t let it happen any other way. I will come when he tells me to—not before, not after.
His body rocks against mine at a steady rhythm, anticipation making my heart pound hard. With each thrust of his, he goes harder. Soon enough, he’s pounding me again as if tomorrow would never come. I feel on the verge of collapsing, all of my limbs with barely any strength left. Leaning forward, I press my cheek against the wall, my quivering moans quickly turning into a howl of pleasure.
“I…” he whispers, his lips less than an inch away from my neck. “Want…” He thrusts as hard as he can, his shaft piercing me viciously. “You…” His fingers go to my hair, and he curls them around the roots of stray locks. “To…” Yanking my head back, he thrusts once more, his fingers still tightly pressed over my clit. “Come.”
He commands; I obey. The moment he tells me to come, it’s as if something bursts inside of me, a blinding explosion of ecstasy obliterating my mind. I press my forearms against the wall, supporting myself as all strength leaves my legs. My knees are buckling, but he laces my waist with one arm and keeps me in place, my pussy feeling as tight as it has ever been.
I’m shaking, my body succumbing to something so intense I never thought it to be possi
ble. Breathing hard, I slowly open my eyes, trying to reel from the intensity of it all. But I made a mistake. I thought he was over.
He isn’t.
The moment my body stops convulsing, he yanks harder on my hair and starts to thrust violently. I don’t even moan anymore. I just let one shrill scream fill the room as waves of pleasure threaten to engulf me. I can’t believe this is happening, but I’m about to come again, just seconds after my last orgasm.
“Come, Kerri… Come for me,” he tells me, his thrusts scorching all of my senses. Reacting on instinct alone, I take one arm behind my back and lay my hand over his waist, pulling him in.
“I want you to come too,” I say, my body eager to feel his seed inside of me. From my position I can’t see him, but I can almost feel the grin on his lips. His thrusts grow wild and savage, his cock starting to spasm violently against my inner walls. I feel him exhale sharply against my neck and, in that very moment, he starts to come. That’s all it takes to send me into oblivion again. The moment he starts to shoot his cum inside of me, a chain reaction goes off and my body trembles and twitches in a feverish state.
Still lacing me by the waist, he holds still as his cock gushes his load inside of me. Endorphins numbing all of my muscles, a shiver still goes up my spine as I feel his cum dripping down my legs. As he pulls out I almost collapse to the floor. Instead, I turn on my heels, pressing my back against the wall and opening my eyes so that I can stare into his.
He’s looking at me with his lips slightly parted, almost as if he’s wondering what the hell just happened. I’m asking the same question myself but, right now, I don’t want any answers. I just want to remain in silence, my eyes on his as if the world outside doesn’t exist. Soon enough reality will sink its ugly fangs on us…
But not now. Not now.
Lucien
I thrust hard one more time and grunt, as my cock spews cum out like a fucking cannon. I’m trying not to groan loudly but it’s hard because Kerri is so fucking gorgeous and just seeing her with her mouth open and her hands jerking me is causing my knees to buckle.
I watch as my semen continues to shoot out and lands on her extended tongue. It starts trickling onto her naked breasts. Her face takes another shot, then her neck, and then finally one right in the mouth.
Pleasure is arcing through my body as she drains me of my juices but the sight of it all over her—dripping off of her face and onto her chest is enough to get my cock twitching all over again.
Kerri looks up at me as she brings her mouth over for a final suck, taking the dribbles of cum that are still emerging and swallowing them.
I watch transfixed as she uses her finger to scoop up my seed from her chest.
She looks at me, and a lascivious twinkle goes through her eyes. She holds her finger out toward me.
“Taste?” she asks with an evil grin. I’m shocked. And yet strangely turned on again. I’ve never tasted my own semen. I’ve never thought to.
But this woman is bringing out sides to me I never really thought that I’d ever have.
I bring my mouth down as I lean over and Kerri smiles as she inserts her index finger into my mouth and I suck it clean. It’s salty.
But my thoughts are interrupted when I see her smile and continue to scoop cum off her chest and bring it to her mouth.
She’s fastidious; I’ll give her that.
“I need to be back at the infirmary in ten minutes,” she says as she gets up and walks over to where her bra ended up.
Each time we get to the Alcove, it’s like a race against fucking time. Who can get who’s clothes off faster. There’s an animal need that goes through me, something I thought was taken away from me forever when they tossed me in this place that comes out.
This time around, it took me about three minutes to take Kerri’s blouse off, which I had to make sure I didn’t rip with my excitement and then unclasp her bra. She immediately got my jumpsuit off and sunk to her knees. We weren’t going to be fucking today; she didn’t have time and she had already let me know, but that didn't stop her from taking my cock in her mouth with zero hesitation.
“When do we…” I let the question trail because it really matters on what her schedule is looking like.
If it were up to me, I’d have her in my arms 24/7. I would never let her fucking go. It’s not just because I need a woman to fuck—maybe at first it was that—but I actually like talking to her.
She’s fucking sweet. Innocent as fuck still to the ways of the world, but still with just the right amount of sin to make her innocence sparkle.
And she’s got me trapped. When I’m with her, time starts to fly. When we part, all I do sometimes is think about her.
I know what I sound like.
And right now, I’m still refusing to believe it.
I’m not falling in love with her. I can’t be. Not here.
I watch her as she bends over and picks up her ID badge. Her ass is sumptuous and fucking perfect. Even though I just shot a monster load of cum all over her, just seeing that ass makes me want to grab it and squeeze it. To caress it and rub my cock between those cheeks.
Kerri gets up and turns toward me. She’s got a smile. “I think it better be soon, the way you’re acting,” she says with a wicked grin.
“The way I’m acting?” I ask, arching my eyebrow. My jumpsuit is back on.
“I see you undressing me all over again with your eyes, Lucien Stone,” she says smiling. “Don’t think I don't notice.”
“Next time, it’s my turn to make you come,” I say to her.
She smiles broadly as she heads to the door and looks back at me. “Deal,” she says.
And just like that, she’s gone.
I wait for a few more minutes to give her enough time to get to her side of the prison.
The fact that the guards and inmates overlook this place just never stops confounding me. This is the one place in the entire jail where an inmate and a captor can come together and be with each other in an unsupervised fashion.
As I make my way toward the main promenade I wonder what the original purpose of the Alcove as we call it was. It couldn’t have been designed for secret conjugal visits like Kerri and I are using it for. What was it before? A meeting area? A resting spot?
My thoughts are interrupted with the clanking of the cell-block gates above me as I step into D-Block.
Faces look up at me as I pass by. The cages are open for the four hours today for us to wander. But there’s only ever so far we can go. Until recently, I never really had much use to go anywhere. Now I do. Now I have someone.
It makes me probably the wealthiest man in the entirety of D-Block.
Fuck, it probably makes me the wealthiest inmate in the whole goddamn jail.
I smile at the thought. No need to measure wealth in cigarettes and Ramen noodles now. I’m on a whole different playing field. The rare good mood buoys me in as I walk into my cell and collapse on my bunk.
I barely notice Spider until he gets on his feet and walks to the cell door. He looks around to see that no one is coming and then turns to me.
Even that doesn’t spoil my mood. When he continues to stare at me, I shrug it off. Let him do his own goddamn thing. I just nutted over the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. It doesn't get much better than that.
But Spider keeps staring at me. At first I don't care that much, but come on, what would you do after two whole minutes?
I give up trying to ignore him, and look at him. “What, Spider?” I ask, impatiently, eager to go back to daydreams about that fine ass of Kerri’s.
“You just got some, didn’t you? Spider asks with a grin. “I can tell it by the way you’re walking, man. By the way you smell.”
Did Kerri’s perfume come over with me?
But no, this is exactly what that motherfucker wants.
“Just shut the fuck up, Spider,” I say with a sigh. “If you know what’s fucking good for you.”
Normally that’s enough to convince Spider to shut up, but today he’s apparently not that afraid of me.
His face takes on a serious mien all of a sudden. “Listen to me, man,” he says taking a step closer and hushing his voice. “I talked to Grinder and he’s set for helping you break out of St. Smith’s, but he’s going to want medical transfers for him and three of his boys too.”
Holy fucking Christ. What was Spider getting me into?
Without thinking I jump off the bed and grab Spider by the scruff of his jumpsuit and pull his feet off the floor. With a sudden jerk of strength, I shove him against the wall.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask him, my voice gravelly and dark.
But Spider isn’t unfazed all of a sudden. He looks me straight in the eyes. “It’s exactly what I said, man. Grinder is down with your plan,” he says steadily and evenly. “With your connections and his, you guys will be outta St. Simon’s in no time. But to help you, he’s gonna want to tag along. That’s the price.”
“I never said I was going to do it!” I hiss at him and push him against the wall in again. “I don’t know if I can convince her.”
Spider only shrugs. “Not my problem, broheim,” he says casually. “By the way, you’re taking me too in whatever little adventure you and Grinder are going on. Let’s call that my price for getting you the people you need to finish your plan.”
No way am I risking Kerri’s life over this. Not when she’s been amazing to me. Not when I’m falling in…
“I’m not going to fucking do it,” I say to him strongly. “You can go back and tell Grinder that you’re a dumbass who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.”
I let go of Spider and his feet fall to the floor as I turn away. I’m not getting involved in this. Not now. Not after what I’ve built with her.
