Her lips twitched with a shy smile. That was probably the first time I saw her smile, and I was fucking floored. That girl was gonna own my fucking soul.
With her fingers, she spread herself for me. When I saw the pink inside, the animal in me salivated. That pussy was mine. I needed to fuck her, be inside her, claim the fuck out of her.
I dipped one finger in while I circled her clit. She was fucking drenched, and I envied every motherfucker that got to coat his dick with her honey. I couldn’t wait to get out of here so I’d feel her clench and throb around me.
“Why are you really here, Jo?” I rubbed her faster, watching her soaking my hand.
“I…I told you.”
“Why are youreallyhere?”
Her breasts fell and rise with her labored breath. “I…I just…”
“I won’t let you say goodbye to me.” It wasn’t hard to see it. She was here to get closure and leave everything behind. “You can’t leave, Jo. You can’t leave me. Wait for me, baby. I know you think I’m dangerous and staying anywhere near me after what you’ve learned could get you in trouble, but I’ll be out in no time, and you’ll be safe until I’m there, I promise. Then I’ll take over, and no one will ever dare come near you. Just sit tight and wait for me, baby, all right?”
“Laius…” she whispered, her hips moving forward, wanting more of me. Then she started stroking me again. “I’m so close. I want you to come with me.”
My teeth speared my lip at how fucking hot that was. “I’d fucking love to, baby girl. But promise me first. Please.”
“How about I take off my sunglasses, and you look me in the eyes when you come, like you’ve always wanted…then we’ll see if you still want me to make that promise?”
My brows hooked in confusion, but I was too caught in the sounds her pussy made and the way her fist on my cock felt to care. “Okay, baby. Okay.”
Her fingertips quivered on the edge of the shades. Then she swallowed and took them off. Her eyes were closed until she took a deep breath, killing me with anticipation as I waited for the moment I’d finally come with our eyes locked on each other.
Then she opened them and gazed at me.
“Fuck…me.” All my blood rushed down to my dick. My balls tightened, and I bit down on a groan. I pointed my cock straight at her pussy and came. Marking her. Claiming her mine. She creamed hard. Fuck, the face she made and the little sounds she couldn’t contain... The beauty of her eyes and the danger behind them matched those of the thick ropes of my cum splattered all over her naked, wet pussy and the insides of her thighs, leaking into her own cum.
Jo was heaven. The only heaven I’d go to.
Her hand left my cock as she let go of her panties, covering my cum, keeping it on her, with her. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen…
I tucked my cock back in my jeans as she closed her legs and pulled her skirt down. The clock chimed, announcing the end of our time together. I saw the disappointment in her eyes that mirrored mine, but also I saw the concern. When she reached for her shades, I stopped her hand in its tracks. “I need to see you again.”
“Even after you knew the truth?”
“Especially after I knew the truth. Promise me, Jo. Promise me you’ll come back tomorrow. I don’t think I can wait until I’m out. I promise you, you’ll be safe. I won’t let anything hurt you. But, please, come back tomorrow.”
She lifted the most eccentric pale greenish blue eyes at me. The ones that enchanted me from the first moment I saw them. Then she blinked in disbelief before she hid her gaze from me with those fucking shades. “I think—”
I grabbed her into my embrace and held her tight, never wanting to let go. “You will not leave me, Jo. Never,” I whispered in her ear. “You’re mine now. My cum in your panties proves it. You’re mine, and you know it. I’m not asking, baby girl. Youwillcome back tomorrow, Jocasta Larvin.”
CHAPTER 19
Jo
Jo Meneceo. Formerly Fiona Andrews. Originally Jocasta Larvin or should have been if my father had bestowed me with his royal name. He never did, so I took my mother’s last name. Jocasta Kelly.
I should have been a daughter to a king. A princess. Instead, I’d lived as a pauper, an unwanted bastard, a liability at risk of losing her life at any time. And now, at twenty-three, I was officially a slut. I literally was driving home with a man’s cum on my pussy. A man, my own student, came on me, in a prison.
I’d never felt dirtier in my whole life, yet it didn’t bother me. In fact, I had this silly grin on my face all the way back to my apartment, and I’d thought I’d never smile again. Not after all the trauma and sadness I’d known nothing but in my life. And not after Tirone. Not so quickly, anyway. All it took was having an orgasm by the hand of a gangster biker as he shot his cum on my pussy in a wild place like prison while fifty people surrounded us, some of them holding weapons.
Yup, a total slut.
Staring at the boxes cluttering my bedroom, I found myself going back and forth about finishing packing them. Part of me still thought starting over somewhere else was the right and the safest thing to do. Another part, the one possessed by a mind haunting orgasm, was dying to go back to San Quentin—to Furore—tomorrow, without an ounce of fear or worry of what might be the consequences.
My hand traveled to my panties, reminding me of the epic debauchery I’d just indulged in, like I’d ever forget. No matter what, I’d always remember the day I pulled my skirt up for a prisoner, pulled my panties to the side, let him come on me while he rubbed the shit out of my clit until I came for him, too. I stared down at my soiled underwear, the evidence this wasn’t a dream or a scene from a book I loved so much I pretended I lived it for real.
