Page 19 of Prison Snatch


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His entire body hummed with it.

He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs scraped across her nipples as he lightly bit into her clit. Tugged it between his lips. Then dipped inside. His tongue licked around her lower walls, and she gasped low in the back of her throat, her back arching and her pelvis thrusting upward.

“Mmm, yes. Fuck me. Ooh, yes . . . fuck me.”

He sucked on her clit harder, his tongue sliding in and out of her juices. He groaned low as he absorbed her flavor melting on his tongue. He relished it with every swipe of his tongue. Just the taste of her had him leaking loads more of precum, and his dick harder than steel.

His hands slid back down her body, until they rested on top of her legs. He spread her thighs wider and then gently sucked her clit back into his mouth. His tongue moved rhythmically over her nub.

Yes, yes, right there, right there. Her pelvis tightened.

Almost . . . almost.

She was so close. God, so close.

She gasped.

Two fingers slid into her honeyed folds, and he stroked through her wet heat, spreading juices from her slit up to her clit. Then plunging them back inside. He watched himself fuck her that way, fingers gliding wetly and quickly in and out, in and out—then he extracted them from her greedy cunt and lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“So good, baby,” he rasped, thrusting his fingers back inside her. And then came his mouth, kissing her pussy all over again, sucking on her clit, this time harder, as his tongue slid back inside, fucking her slow and sensual, causing her ass to come off the bed.

Time was ticking, but he needed for her to get hers—all of hers, before he got his. He wanted to leave her spent, her head spinning long after he was gone. She writhed beneath him, pleasure searing through her pussy. She felt a scream catch in the back of her throat.

Sweet desire flowed through her veins as his middle finger caressed the inside of her cunt, while his thumb massaged her throbbing clit. Then he pushed further, finding her G-spot, causing her body to hum and shudder. Her nipples tightened, sending little tingles of pleasure ricocheting through her body. She came around his fingers.

He pulled out of her quaking body, wet fingers trailing from her pussy to the crack of her ass. And then he was kissing and licking her there, too.

And she loved it. God, she did.

Whispered sounds of pleasure escaped with each breath. No one had ever been this attentive, this loving with his mouth. She moaned and twisted restlessly, her body burning as his fingers danced over her skin, up her body, until they were cupping her breasts again.

Her juices splashed in his mouth, stealing his breath.

She let out a low whimper, more desire roiling over and around her clit, her breasts, the tender swell of her folds.

He was hard and aching, so aroused that his body nearly shook. His dick throbbed angrily, frustrated, that he had not, yet, sunk himself into her pool of juices. He pulled his fingers from her body as she softly begged him to fuck her.

“You ready for me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Where’s your condom?”

“I’m clean, baby. Aren’t you?”

Her eyes flared open. “Condom,” she said sternly. “Or no pussy.”

Shit. So much for going in raw. “You got that, baby.”

“Then fuck me already,” she hissed.

EIGHT

Truth Hurts . . .

That bitch. That self-righteous convict, Warden Kate thought as she burned a hole into her computer screen at the face staring back at her. It’d been close to a month since she’d seen inmate Lewis down in lockup. And, yet, her questioning words still rang loudly in her ears. How dare she try to insinuate she was an alcoholic?

She reached for her flask and gingerly took a sip.

“Yes, bitch,” she hissed. “It’s vodka.”

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