“No, I have a son and a daughter. Lauren’s fourteen, and Max is seventeen.”
“Jesus, how old are you?” Her eyes narrow again. I have no idea if she’s really upset that I have kids that old or not. And she thinks I know her so well.
“I’m forty-six. How old are you?” I try to sound like it doesn’t matter, but I’ve spent a decade of my life in these hellholes. I’ve lost a decade with my kids, that I’m never getting back.
“I’ll be thirty in six months.” I scoff at her. “The big three-o.”
“Ancient,” I mock her. “You’re way too old for me.”
“It’s all downhill from there,” she continues.
“Have you ordered your walker yet?” I ask. She smiles, and begins to move back and forth against my dick, getting it somehow even harder. I reach up for her hair, to pull her down to me, but she resists.
“I’ve never been with a guy with a ten inch cock,” she admits.
“I’m not surprised, not many men have them. I’m a statistical anomaly.” I can’t handle much more of her teasing. I reach for one of the condoms, and she bends down slightly and rubs the now dripping hole with her fingertips. I swallow hard, and throw my head back. She finds that sensitive spot underneath. “You act like you don’t know shit about dick,” I groan loudly. “You have to stop, Lani.”
“How is an Asian man so big, with such a big fucking cock?” she asks.
I grab the blanket and hold on tight. I bite my lip, because she’s still fucking working that spot. “I’m not Asian,” I groan out, because it’s getting hard to speak.
“You look Asian.” She’s teasing me relentlessly, while questioning me. She wants me off-balance, so I won’t lie to her. She’s ruthless, and I like it.
“I’m half Filipino. We aren’t really Asian, but I have the eyes. My father’s family is Italian, hence the name Roman. You have to fucking stop Lani, or put the condom on me.” I’m breathing faster. My eyes are closed tightly, because if I look up at her naked, perfect body right now, I’ll do something that will really piss her off. Her and her ovulating ovaries.
“What are you in prison for?” She bends down, and whispers it in my ear. Fucking spoiled cunt, using her body against me. I fucking hate her right now, and I can’t resist her.
“War crimes, and murder,” I say. It’s painful, and fucking horrific, but she’s got me so turned on right now that I don’t fucking care that it’s so damn bad.
She moves quickly with her athletic body, straddles my chest, and takes the head of my cock in her mouth so her tongue is right on that fucking spot.
“I fucking hate you right now,” I groan, as I pull at her hips to get her pussy closer to my face.
She pops my cock out of her mouth, and says, “Prove it.”
“Entitled fucking beautiful bitch, think you can get whatever you want with your perfect tits, and your delicious pussy,” I growl, right before I shove my tongue inside her.
“That’s what I thought,” she laughs, and shifts her weight until she’s sitting on my face.
I grab her arms, and pull them up until she’s forced to take my cock into her mouth. She squeals, right before my cock fills her mouth, effectively silencing her. I lock both her thin wrists in one of my big hands, and my other hand is on her back, shoving her down. She’s straining against me, while rubbing her pussy in my face. I move my hips, pushing my dick further down her throat. She grunts against my cock, then squirts her juices all over my face. She relaxes slightly, until the hand that was pushing her back is knocking at her back door. And she fucking loves it. She groans, wiggling her ass, and arching her back. Soon she’s riding my face like I’m some kind of show horse. I stick my tongue out as far as I can. Ride ‘em, cowgirl! Yee haw! I’ll be her fucking stud any day of the week.
She is trying her hardest to get me to come with just her mouth, but I’ve got her so fucking distracted she can’t concentrate. It’s not her fault, she’s just not good at sucking dick, yet. She’ll learn. After she comes again, she gives up and pulls off.
“You win, Roman. You’re a better fucking pussy licker than I am cocksucker. Does that make you happy?” She sighs loudly, and rests her head on my stomach. I release her wrists, and place the condom in her hand. “Hell, you might be a better carpet muncher than I am.” She relents, and turns around to face me again.
“I’ve had a lot of time to sit around, and think about eating pussy,” I admit with a grin. “Plus, I was a fucking SEAL, and no one can hold their breath longer than us, baby.” I wink, and click my tongue against my teeth. She doesn’t complain or pout about putting on the condom. “Besides, I always win in a challenge, even if I have to cheat to do it.” My voice is softening, as she now has the condom on and is straddling my hips. I lick my lips as I watch her, gently grabbing her hips and lowering her body onto mine.
“Am I a challenge?” she whimpers, as she tries to take it all in.
“This would be so much easier if you’d just take it up your ass,” I tease her back. Her eyes grow wide, and her mouth opens in a perfect O. “You’ll be sucking dick and taking anal like a good prison bitch soon enough.” I exhale loudly, she’s finally gotten it all inside her slick channel, and it’s rubbing against that special spot again.
“Do I have a g-spot in my ass?” She can barely get it out, as she’s trying to work all of my cock.
“I think you do, baby,” I growl. Her muscles clench around me, and she whimpers again. “’Cause every time I touch it, you come.” We’re still looking into each other’s eyes. I bite my lip as my hands move up to her super sensitive nipples.
“Every time you touch me, I come,” she sighs, and her eyelids grow heavy.
“I’m the best you’ve ever had. Say it,” I insist, as I pinch her nipples relentlessly.
She screams, and tries to move her hips while impaled on my huge cock. “You’re the best!” She screams, as she gushes all over me again. As she’s coming, I roll her over onto her back and push hard and deep into her. She screams again. I don’t know if I’m hurting her, but I can’t think about that right now. I have to come inside her. I have to. “You’re the best,” she murmurs again. “You’re the best.”
I grunt, and hold my breath, and my entire body shakes as I empty my balls deep inside her. “Fuck!” I yell it, and jump off her immediately. I flush the condom down the commode, then piss. My head is leaning against the block wall, and I’m finding it hard to breathe. “Fuck,” I scream again, and punch the fucking wall. Because I will never be good enough for her. I’ll never even get the chance to be with her. Never!
“Hey, hey!” she screams, and tries to pull me away. She might be a cop, but she’s a tiny little thing. And I’m not fucking moving. I punch the wall once more, and blood splatters over the block.
“Fuck,” I scream, and shake my hand. I think it’s broken. I hold it against my stomach, and hit the wall with my left hand.
“Stop,” she yells, all authoritative like, and somehow jumps in front of me. The punch lands a good four inches from her lovely face. “Stop!” I lean against the wall, and put my forehead on her shoulder, and for the first time in ten years I cry. Not because I’m stuck in this place, but because I’ll never, ever, as long as I live, have her. I’ll never see my kids. I’ll never be a father.
I wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her into me, and I cry like a baby.
Lani
“I am a cop, and I swear to God, tomorrow I am getting away from here, and I will get you out, even if I have to break you out.” I whisper it against his ear as he cries. I am talking so low, I don’t know if he can even hear me. But I damn sure don’t want anyone else to hear me. My life depends on it, and now, so does Tony’s. “I broke into this fucking situation, and I swear to God, I can break you out.” I continue to whisper in his ear, and he finally settles down.
“How do you know I don’t belong here,” he whispers back. “You’ve watched me kill three men with your own eyes.”
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“That doesn’t mean anything. It was self-defense,” I say, as low as I possibly can. “I am serious, Antony. I’m getting you out of here.”
“There was a village, in the sand pit. We were ordered to go in and watch the civilians, me and seven other SEALs, before the Army arrived to dig their wells, or build their bridges, or whatever shit they do. Humanitarian shit, I don’t know. The civilians were armed, and before we knew it, it was a battle. Everyone was killed, except us SEALs. The President had us tried, and we were convicted.”
I kiss him. I kiss him even though he doesn’t want to be kissed. I kiss him, even though he pulls away. I kiss him, until he kisses me back. I lead him over to the mattress, and I open my bottle of water. I have several drinks, then I give it to him. He takes a few drinks, and hands it back. We’re bonding, over war stories and bottled water.
I smile at him, climb into his big lap, and begin whispering again. “My little sister Addison was killed in jail last month. I came here to find out who did it, not to fall for a war hero.” He pulls away, and shakes his head. I smile at him, and kiss him. “Thank you for coming back alive,” I continue. He doesn’t want to hear it. “And for keeping your men alive. You deserve a medal.”
“Stop fucking with me,” he growls. His black eyes flash, as he gazes at me, then he kisses me. I sigh against his mouth. “I think Lucius killed your sister.” It’s my turn to pull away. My eyes grow wide. “I killed him that first week.” He whispers it against my mouth, before he kisses me again.
“So, I just have to figure out a way to prosecute every fucking person in this prison system, and it’s outside of my jurisdiction.” I kiss him, then I really look at him. He looks so tired. I want to bring him home, and force him to sleep for a week. “And the only fed I know broke up with me because I’m not a good Christian girl.”
“Don’t go to him, find someone else,” he tries to keep his voice low, but it doesn’t work.
“You’re not my boss,” I say with a grin. “I’m actually sleeping with him.” His eyes flash, and his nostrils flare as he inhales loudly. “But if I was in a committed relationship, with you, I would not sleep with any more men, or women for that matter.”
“Women?” His voice has that deep, angry tone to it. I know he’s probably shocked, but I don’t want him to find out from someone else.
“Yea, women.” He doesn’t respond, so I continue, “But I don’t think you want to be in a committed relationship with me. I wonder if you want me at all,” I tease him. His black eyes are on fire, even though he’s still trying to act like he’s in control. “You deserve it, for saying I’m not a good cock sucker. I’m a perfectly average cock sucker, if you weren’t fucking ten inches long I might be able to do something with it.” I grin at him, but his almond shaped eyes are even narrower than usual.
“Like what, choke and gag?” he answers back, totally serious. Then he mocks me by making gagging noises. “You’re a lousy cock sucker.”
“You’re the best lay I’ve ever had,” I reply, just as seriously. “You’re fucking incredible, with your fucking magic stick between your legs. Too bad you’re old, and when you have to do it every night you’ll cry that you need Viagra.” He clenches his jaw, and snarls at me. “Stop, Lani, we’ve already done it once this month. I can’t handle you teasing me with your hot young pussy, and your gravity-defying tits.”
He glares at me for several moments, and then his cock twitches against my stomach. I gasp loudly. “You couldn’t handle it more than once a day, baby, and if I can’t get it up any more, I’ll just make you come with my fingers and my tongue.”
“I can handle it just fine, as long as I don’t have to be on top, or suck it. Maybe we can do it from behind. I like that, a lot, just not anally,” I plead. “It’s way too big for that.” My hand moves to his cock, and he sighs loudly.
“I’ll get you drunk one night, and lube it up, and you’ll be fucking begging for it after that,” he replies, as his hands move to my tits. “It’s a good way to make sure you don’t get pregnant.” His eyes are as flat as his fucking voice.
“Can you still get me pregnant, or are you shooting blanks?” I rub it against my pussy, and his lip quivers. I smile.
“I’ve got plenty of time, baby. But your clock is ticking.” I frown at him in reply. “Tick tock.”
“I’m not old,” I whine. “I’m not even thirty. And women are having babies much older now. And I want half a dozen, especially if they look like their father.”
“Don’t curse your daughters, baby, when they could be as beautiful as their mother.” He doesn’t grin, but he touches his thumb to my lips, and I move into his hand.
“What would you do if your daughters were as beautiful as me?” I ask, as I move my fingers to that spot that makes him weak.
“I’d lock them up, and not let them leave the house until they graduated college.” He almost grins at that.
“You’ll be in your sixties,” I remind him.
“And I’ll still be the baddest mother fucker in the country,” he says proudly.
“Yea, you will,” I reply. “And you’ll still be eating this pussy.”
“You better fucking believe it,” he groans, and shoves me down onto my back. “I’ve never met a woman with a mouth like yours, with a brain like yours, with balls like yours.” He kisses my neck, then down my body, over my nipples, down my tummy, to where he makes me scream.
“Lucky me,” I say, as I bury my hands in his hair.
Tony
“You know the drill by now, Vaden,” the familiar female voice calls out. When Lani’s eyes open, she looks around for just a moment, until her eyes find mine, and then she closes them tightly.
“Another morning waking up with the sexiest woman in the entire prison,” I tease, trying to make her feel at ease. But I think I see her lip quiver, and it’s going to kill me if she starts crying. “Hey, it’s okay,” I assure her. “It’s okay, it’s time. We’ll be together again next week.”
She rolls off me, and doesn’t look at me. That’s when I know. I won’t see her next week. I’ll probably never see her again. I grab her wrist, but she doesn’t turn toward me.
“Come on, Vaden. Two minutes. Don’t make me come in there, neither of you will be happy.” Finally she turns and looks at me. I know she sees the anger in my eyes. I’d love to see that bitch come in here and lay a finger on Lani. I’d like to see any of them try. They’d have to shoot me, and make sure I’m dead, before they’d touch her.
“It’s okay,” she says, and touches my cheek. “We’ll have next week.”
I nod, and let her go. She quickly dresses in her prison issue clothes.
“I’ll see you next week.” I know I probably won’t, but I say it anyway.
“Good Lord willin’, and the creek don’t rise,” she replies, as she places the blindfold over her eyes and sticks her hands behind her back to have them cuffed.
“Yea, good Lord willin’,” I echo. “Take care of yourself.”
“You too, Roman,” she says, before the door closes, and I’m alone again, for six days, or maybe forever. I put my bed back together, and lay down in a spot that smells just like her.
Lani
“There was a lot of whisperin’ goin’ on in there last night,” Nameless says as soon as the door closes. “What were you two love birds talkin’ about?”
“We were planning the wedding. He likes red, but I think red is for hookers. What do you think?” I ask, as I’m being led through cold hallways that smell like bleach.
“I think you’re a fuckin’ smartass,” she replies.
“Hey, do you think his fuck talk is hot? Because I gotta tell ya, it turns me on like a fucking fire alarm.”
“Take her,” she says, when we’re outside. She hands me off to another guard, and they shove me in the back of a car. I think it’s De Soto, he breathes loudest.
I wish I wasn’t so mean to him as I was leaving, but I can’t let them think I ca
re about him, or that he cares about me. They will use us against each other.
And I will never let that happen.
Chapter Fourteen
Lani
I slept most of the day yesterday, recovering from my night of endless sex, so I feel much better today. When they drag me to Medical, Doctor Dad is waiting for me. “You look terrible. Are you okay?”
“I feel nauseous.” Oddly enough, that was our safe word, and ironically, it’s the truth. He quickly pricks my finger, and his blue eyes grow wide at the result. He erases the results, but proclaims, “Her blood sugar is below fifty! Has she been vomiting?” He looks at the guard.
“Yes, but that was two weeks ago, when she took...” she begins, then looked at the nurse.
“An antibiotic,” the nurse provides, easily. “She’s been sick ever since.”
“We need to get her to a hospital,” Doctor Dad proclaims, and pulls out his phone. “I’ll call a service I know,” he says, as he pushes a button. “I told you people, if she was showing any signs, to give her something. Have you given her anything?” He moves away, and whispers into the phone.
“No,” the nurse states when he returns, but she doesn’t look at him.
He pulls out a blood pressure device, and places it on my arm. “Her blood pressure is low. She is very sick. This is bad for a diabetic.”
Hello, not really a diabetic over here.
“Yes, Doctor Foster,” the nurse agrees. She glares at me. “The guard will join her.”
“The service is bringing an officer from Winston. You people have made her very sick.” He growls, and points at the nurse. “She came from Winston perfectly healthy, and now she could fall into a coma.”
He pulls out another syringe, and takes more blood. Is this really fucking necessary? But he looks very concerned. Either he’s playing his part very well, or he saw something in the other blood test. Oh, God, am I really pregnant? Could he detect it that early? Surely not.
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