Raising slightly, I flipped her over so I could see all of her damage in the early dawn light. Her red raw pussy glowed, angry and puffy, still sloppy, with dried flakes of cum on her thighs and in her pubic hair. Her hands were at the small of her back, fingers flexing, purpling at the tips.
“Adrian,” she moaned, muffled into her thin mattress.
I forced her legs apart further, tucking her knees underneath her torso, before spreading her ass cheeks out to get an even better view of both her holes. Likeher pussy and thighs, her ass was coated in what had dripped out of her, but now wasn’t the time to taste.
“Good girl,” I said. “My cum is still dripping out nice and slow.” I swiped a thumb through her pussy, shoving one of the droplets back in. Fuck, it was a mind-bending sight.
I never should have done it. Started any of this.
But as I bent down to swipe my tongue over her clenching hole anyway, I knew just how done for I was.
Penelope Karner was going to be the death of me. My tongue rasped over her destroyed flesh and I groaned, deep and guttural.
Done for.
No. That wasn’t right. Something had to change. This evil inmate needed to know who she was to me, that she was nothing. Myfeelingshad to go, they weren’t real, just a fucked up, intensified lie because this place exacerbated everything.
I licked her again, shoved my tongue into her body in a rough thrust.
But she wasn’t mine. I wasn’t hers. It was time she was reminded of that.
As I continued to eat her out, my plans formed.
Sixteen
Penny
Adrian’s tongue felt incredible licking over my sore, ravaged body. I cried into my pillow, ignoring the screaming pain in my limbs in favor of how fucking delicious it was having him back between my sore thighs after all that waiting.
I’d been lying here for hours, contemplating everything, falling in and out of sleep while I waited for him to come back, or to leave me to be found by the day shift, full of questions and accusations. A gaping pussy, cum-streaked skin and no excuse, an addled brain to go along with all of it.My hole throbbed, stinging slices deep inside. Every time I tried to relax, the pain was there to remind me of what had happened.
There’s no way they’d believe I did it to myself, and the allegations would just fall on the male staff members, so it wouldn’t serve him to leave me prone. I’dknown he’d come back, but he made me wait hours, to the point he had me questioning reality, drifting in and out of sleep as I tried to build up the will to get myself free.
I could have, I think; it was only cheap fabric keeping me tied up. But I found myself unable to. He had a plan, a clear as day goal to achieve with me, something that he knew.
Like he was trying to prove a point.
I just didn’t know what it was. Only that I was in his mind, I had him. He was risking a lot in doing this with me. What more would he risk? This obsession was good, rewarding, even if he was pushing me to my limits. If it got me what I wanted…
I groaned as Adrian ate my ass and my pussy, running his hands up and down my thighs, sucking all of his cum from my body. Swirling his tongue like he lived for the stuff. I wondered if he’d always eaten his own cum, if he gave himself orgasms and then scooped up the spunk, licking it off his fingers and moaning at the taste of his own pleasure.
The thought made my belly squeeze, and despite myself, I pushed onto his face, my eyes damn nearrolling back at how feral he was, how desperate. He roamed from my pussy and focused on my ass, laying wet sucking kisses around the rim before groaning as he shoved his tongue deep inside.
I was a mess of sweat and pleasure, my face smashed into my hard mattress, my body bent and exposed for him, with an orgasm barreling toward me.
He pulled away when I was close to coming from his tongue on my ass alone, and yanked my head back — it hurt, the intense strain on my muscles, but I didn’t care when his mouth landed on mine, pushing that now warmed cum between my lips.
We swapped it between each other again, spit and cum dripping down my cheeks and chin, into my hair, and he groaned, shoving his cock into my sore, swollen pussy without warning.
I hadn’t even realized he’d freed his dick from his pants as he tunneled into me. But I clenched around him, bent so out of shape, bones aching, I didn’t know how I’d ever get straight again. Like my spine would be permanently pretzeled.
But I took it. With his tongue in my mouth, swapping his cum back and forth, and his cock in my pussy,slamming into me over and over, I took it. The day shift must be starting soon. This was so dangerous for him, but he only had eyes for me.The danger of it for him triggered something in me, a joy at knowing he couldn’t fucking resist.
He was risking it all.
I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me; I’d relish in it, enthusiastic and his willing pet. Because it felt good. Because it would get me what I was seeking.
“Adrian,” I cried against his harsh lips.
