“Hold me,” she pleads, and wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m afraid they’re going to kill her.” She places her forehead on my shoulder, and begins to cry. Damn, I’m a melting puddle of emotion when I see a woman cry. I fucking can’t function when I see tears. I gather her into my lap, and I hold her, and rock her like a child. This is so not like the other times we’ve been together.
It’s my turn to shush her. “You’re okay. You’re okay,” I assure her.
“I can’t do this anymore,” she sobs. “But I can’t leave you.”
My entire body shakes when she says it. I close my eyes, and lean my head against the cinderblock wall. I understand what she doesn’t say. She’s lied to me. She is a cop. She can leave at any time, but she doesn’t want to go. And now they’ve brought another young girl, who doesn’t want to play along with their game, and she can’t stop what might happen next. It’s going to be a long fucking night.
“I know, baby. I know. It’s going to be okay.” I rub my hands over her hair, and up and down her back. “Don’t worry, baby. Everything will be okay.” She stops crying, and leans back to look into my eyes. Her beautiful doe eyes sparkle, and grow wide, then her eyelids become very heavy. She’s hyper-emotional.
“Kiss me, Antony,” she whispers against my already parted lips. I groan deep in my throat. Damn, she’s perfect, I realize as my lips touch hers. She’s amazing. My tongue sweeps past her lips, and into her mouth. Her fingers move into my hair, and her hips rock against my already hard cock.
She’s breathing heavily again, this time her reaction is completely for me. Her hands grab my hair tightly, and she sucks on my tongue and grazes her teeth against it.
“Fuck,” I groan. I don’t know how to undress her without breaking the kiss, but I have to get inside her. My hands thrust under her shirt, and grab her breasts. She winces, and sucks harder. She’s grinding against me now, and I’m just about to lose it. I pinch her nipples lightly, and she clenches her thighs around me.
She pulls away, and pants as she implores, “Fuck me.” Oh, God, it is going to be another very long night.
Lani
I lean back, and help him pull off my shirt. He’s looking at me, and he knows. He knows what I’m feeling. He knows what’s going on inside my head. He knows I’ve lied to him, and he’s okay with it. Those glittering black eyes should be dark and empty, but they say so much.
He grabs my shoulders, and holds me slightly away from his body. He’s looking at my tits, studying them. His eyes narrow, as he studies first one, then the other. His hands caress them gently. My entire body shakes from it. It’s too much, and yet not enough. I moan from somewhere deep down, and his eyes sweep up to my lips. His thumbs gently circle my nipples, and I shake my head as my lips part.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” The words somehow escape my lips. He nods his head slowly. Every muscle in my body tenses and clenches, just from those gentle caresses. Fucking PMS. He knows exactly what’s happening. “Are you enjoying torturing me?”
“Oh, baby, I haven’t even started yet,” he groans, and slowly moves his lips toward my overly sensitive nipples. I bury my hands in his hair, trying to pull him away. But when he does, my chest expands and pushes closer. He opens his mouth, and flicks his tongue against his lips. “Let me taste you, baby. Let me taste all of you.”
I hold his head still, and shove my breast against his mouth. He sucks it in greedily, and his fingers clamp down on the other. I cry out from the overwhelming sensations flooding through my body. I wiggle my ass against his thighs. I need to get him inside me. His other hand sweeps down my tummy, and swoops past the waistband of my pants, even though they’re tied. I need to get them off. I somehow free my hands, but his finger finds my clit, and shocks echo through my already sensitive body. I shudder, and grab hold of his shoulders.
Two of his fingers dip inside my wet hole, and I spread my legs and arch my back. He sucks harder on my nipple. I’m moaning so loudly, I’m sure they can hear it through the cement block wall. Then his thumb moves against my clit, and he shoves another finger inside me. I begin riding his fingers, shoving them in deeper.
“Oh, God, Tony,” I scream loudly, as my thighs clench around his wrist. My entire body shakes, every inch, every nerve ending. “Oh, God!” I say, as I continue to ride him, until the orgasm crashes over me, crests, and subsides. He releases my nipples, and looks up at me with a wicked smile, and those devilish black eyes.
“Now, you can ride my cock like that,” he insists, as he withdraws his fingers. He unties my pants, and somehow I shimmy out of them. He sits me on the bed, and stands up to quickly undress. His monster cock springs out at me when he pulls down his pants.
“How big is it?” I demand, as my hands move toward it. It’s so fucking wet, and inviting, so close to my face.
He scoffs, and sputters. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie,” I say with a grin. A man with a cock like that has measured it at least once. It’s fucking big, and beautiful, and almost scary, just like him. I flick my tongue out, just like he did when he was teasing me earlier.
“Ten inches,” he murmurs, like he’s embarrassed by his huge tool.
“What?” I ask, as if I didn’t hear him. My eyes feast on his body, over every muscle, until they meet his. He’s obviously beyond turned on, and he’s holding back somehow. He’s aroused, and yet totally in control. I grab the base of his big cock tightly, and he moves his hands to my hair. I’m sure he wants to grab me and pull me into him, and force his cock deep into my throat, but he doesn’t. Instead, he toys with my long layers, sweeping them away from my face, and over my shoulders.
“Ten inches,” he says loudly, boldly. My tongue sweeps out, and touches the hole, tasting his wetness. He growls through clenched teeth.
“What do you want?” I ask innocently. I want him to go crazy like I did earlier. I want him to lose his mind for me. But he doesn’t. And it’s pissing me off.
“I want your tight little cunt wrapped around my big, huge cock, bareback and raw so I can come deep inside your fertile little body.” He says it, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking and feeling. He knows that he wants what I’m afraid of, and it shocks me. He gives me a big, crooked smile when I pull away slightly. “Suck it and get it wet for me. Make me believe it’s your hot, wet cunt. There are plenty of condoms over there,” he says, and points at the end of the cot.
He is the master of fuck talk. He got me so fucking wet at the thought of him coming inside me, even if it set off alarms in my brain. God, how does he fucking know me so well?
I’m not the best cocksucker, I’ll admit it. I’m better with pussy. But my tongue finds and massages that gland on the bottom of the head, and his controlled exterior wobbles. His hands bury themselves in my hair, but he doesn’t grab me and pull me closer.
“God, that feels so fucking good,” he sighs, but his eyes tell me he wants so much more. I suck the head into my mouth, and begin to stroke the base with my hand. He doesn’t give an inch. He stands there, without moving, and takes it.
“What do you want?” I demand again. I think at this point I’m more turned on than he is. I’m wiggling my ass, and probably getting his blanket wet from my moist pussy lips.
“I want you to grab one of those rubbers, and put it on me, and then I want you to beg for this big cock. I want you to tell me how horny you are, and how much you want to get fucked by me.”
“Oh, my God,” I moan. “How do you know?”
Tony
“How do I know?” I ask, as she’s reaching for a condom. “How do I know you’re always in control, and you always get what you want?” I fight a grin, but she looks so confused, and turned on, I can’t stop it. “I eat spoiled little girls like you for lunch.”
I’m teasing her, and she doesn’t know how to react. She has no idea how bad I want to do exactly what I threatened. She thinks I’m in complete control, but if she doesn’t get that condom open
soon, I’m not going to be able to control myself.
She’s fumbling with it, like she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She definitely wasn’t a virgin our first time, but there are some things that she doesn’t have a grasp of about men. She’s insecure about blow jobs, even though she gave amazing head last week when I was sucking her sweet little pussy, and she’s scared of anal, but she loves the penetration of my fingers. If I had every night with her, for the rest of my life, I might be able to teach her exactly how to drive me wild. But I don’t.
“I think you want it bareback,” I say, as I move her hands away and put on the condom myself.
She does, I can see that she does. She loved it when I gave it to her raw the first night we were together. But then she told me about the morning after pill, and that she almost regretted it. Maybe she wants a baby, but she’s afraid. I can’t blame her. I can’t be a father. I can’t even be a father to my own kids, much less another. Thinking of babies should dampen the mood, but she’s looking up at me, expecting me to give her what she wants. And she thinks I know what she wants.
“What do you want, my horny, sexy, beautiful woman?” I’ve got the condom on, and I’m touching her cheek. She looks unsure again. “Beg me for what you want.”
“I want this,” she says, and touches the rubber. I place my fingers under her chin, and tip her head back to look at me. “I want you to shove it deep inside me, until you touch my g-spot and make me come all over you again.”
I smile at her. “How do you want it?”
“I don’t know,” she admits, and rubs her fingers gently up and down my thighs. “Tell me what I want.”
“Okay.” I grab her, and pull her off the cot. She instinctively wraps her arms around my shoulders. She looks into my eyes, hesitantly surrendering a sliver of her need for control to me. She trusts me, a prisoner, even though she’s a cop. I hold her with one arm, and I pull the thin mattress off my cot with the other. It’s big enough to protect her soft skin from the rough cement floor. I lay her down gently, and stand up to watch as she relaxes onto it, then spreads her legs and reaches her arms out toward me in a come-hither gesture.
“I need you, Tony,” she says gently. One hand extends further to try to touch me, and the other bends, and touches her full, sensitive breasts. Her eyes grow wide again, and she breathes in deeply. “I want you. Please?”
“I know we tried all of those different positions last week. But tonight, I just want to be able to look into your eyes when I’m deep inside you.” She gasps. I bend down, with my knees on the edge of the blanket. “Are you comfortable?” I ask, as I touch her calves, and kiss her thighs.
“Yes,” she whispers. I taste the skin of her inner thighs, and inhale her essence. “I want you Tony,” she says again, as her fingers twine in my still too long hair, and pulls me into her. “I want you.” I lick her beautiful pussy. It tastes totally different, and I want it even more this time. It’s slightly tangy, strong, and so wet. My hands travel up her body to find her nipples. She hisses, and arches her back, and shoves her core into my face. I consume her. I shove my tongue as far as I can into her, and she melts around it. She bends her knees, and rocks her hips. “I want you,” she sighs again. “I want you Tony.”
Every time she says it, she fans the flames inside me. I’m so hard it hurts, but I want to listen to her say it again and again. I want to taste her and make her come more than I want to be inside her, for now.
“You’re the only one who makes me come, Tony. You’re the only one who knows how to make me come. How do you know, Tony? How?”
She’s throwing her head back and forth, and her sexy, flat stomach is rolling as she rocks her hips up and down. I just want this. I want it so much. I want her. I want her so bad it hurts.
I move one hand away from her breast, rub it against her wetness, and shove my fingers in her ass. She’s so afraid of it, yet it’s her trigger. I know she’s going to come when I do it. Maybe that’s why she’s afraid. Maybe that’s where she loses control.
And she does.
“Tony, you make me come so hard. You know what I want. You know,” she murmurs. I glance up her body, and she’s looking at me. She’s staring into my eyes, and she’s telling me how well I know her body, as she fills my mouth with her juices.
I don’t care if my cot smells like her forever. I move away and let her soak it with her wetness. I place my hands on the mattress, on either side of her shoulders, and reposition myself to watch her.
Her body is still shuddering from her orgasm as I slowly move into her. I’m still gazing into her beautiful green eyes, and they’re shining like emeralds. “How do you know me, Tony?” she asks when I’m deep inside her. “How do you know what I want?”
“Tell me what you want,” I beg, as I feel the head of my cock find and rub against that spot. She starts to pant, and move against it. “Tell me what you want, and let me give it to you baby.”
“I want you,” she whispers. “I just want you.” I shift my weight down onto my elbows, so I’m closer to her. My chest rubs against her nipples, and she gasps. “I want you to come deep inside me, Tony.”
I kiss her then, because I don’t think she knows what she’s saying. I close my eyes, but like the image is imprinted in my mind, I still see her glittering bright green eyes staring up at me. She’s rocking against me, and I begin to flex my hips into her. I kiss her, and slowly fuck her, until she comes undone beneath me again. She wraps her legs around my waist, and bucks her ankles into me, demanding I go faster, and deeper. And although I’m wrapped in a condom, I come deep inside her beautiful, sexy, horny little body.
This woman is going to make me completely crazy. She’s going to make me lose my fucking mind. When she’s released from jail, I won’t have anything left to live for. It will be the end of me.
It might very well be the death of me.
Chapter Thirteen
Tony
“Are you married?” We’re lying on the floor, on the mattress, and she’s curled up on top of me. I’ve already drank half of my bottle of water, but she hasn’t moved. She’s snuggled into my body, smiling. She looks like she’s never smiled after sex before.
“No. God no.” She laughs when she says it. Her eyes are still closed. I trace my fingers over her nose, and across her cheeks. She is exquisite.
“Why aren’t you a model?” I ask. We’ve spent two other nights in this cell, mostly fucking. Tonight, I want to get to know this woman that has me so pussy whipped that I can barely think of anything but her.
“You know what I am,” she says confidently. But she doesn’t say she’s a cop out loud. She must think they’re listening.
“But why? You have to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re in jail. You have no make-up, no beauty creams, and you’re fucking flawless. You look like a zit would be ashamed to be on your face, and ruin the perfection of it.” Why can’t I stop talking? I sound like a total moron. A fucking pussy whipped moron.
“You look like you’ve been punched one too many times in the nose,” she says rudely. When I frown, she grins and kisses my nose.
“I have been,” I admit.
“You’re gorgeous, in a mountain man kinda way. Like you’d look perfectly comfortable living with bears,” she quips.
“Damn, you’ve got a fucking smart, sassy mouth,” I growl, before I kiss it.
“Totally not wife material,” she says, and shrugs.
“You’ve never been married?” She shakes her head. “Never been close?”
“Nope,” she admits. “Well, I lived with a guy once. It ended badly.”
“Do tell,” I say, and gaze into her eyes. I raise my eyebrows, and she grins.
“He asked me to marry him, and I told him I like pussy, and he said it went against his good Catholic upbringing.” She’s gauging my reaction.
I think seriously about my response for several moments. “Well I wouldn’t want to share the tightest, hottest, wet
test pussy I’ve ever had either, not even with another woman.” Her eyes narrow, and I regret my answer. “If we were in a committed relationship. Which, we totally are not, because I’ll be a prisoner in a maximum security prison, for the rest of my life.” She frowns, and I hate myself for saying any of that. “I’m just bullshitting you. Lesbians are totally hot.”
“Whatever,” she says, and tries to roll away from me, but I roll over on top of her.
“I swear to God, Lani, I wouldn’t share you. If anyone touched you, I’d break their fucking fingers.” I groan, and flex my hips against her, to remind her that I am hard again, for her. “I’d be pissed if a guy even looked twice at you. I’d get into fights in the street over you.” She reaches up, grabs my neck, and kisses me.
I suck her tongue into my mouth. I turn my head to the side, and I just kiss her. I’m lying naked, on top of the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and I just kiss her. She rubs her hands over my back, and my shoulders, and I feel like I might be in heaven. Until she pulls away, and says, “You’re laying right on top of my bladder.”
“Sorry,” I say, and quickly roll off her.
“I mean, it’s fucking bad enough that I have to piss in front of you,” she groans, and sits on the metal toilet.
“I won’t watch, I promise.” But I do. I totally watch her pissing, and then wiping herself, and I’m fucking fascinated by it.
“Stop,” she exclaims. Her face is bright red as she flushes.
“I have a daughter I helped potty train. It’s not a big deal.” I say it, but it’s yet another fucking lie. I’ve never watched a woman pee, never wanted to, until her. And I realize that saying that out loud was creepier than it was in my head.
“Are you lying again to make your fucking piss kink seem normal?” she asks, before sitting down on top of me. Her pussy is right on top of my hard dick, and she’s staring down at me with her beautiful emerald eyes, and I just want to fucking shove myself inside her and pound her until I come.
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