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“Feel what you’ve done to me, baby?” he murmured. “Got this dick harder than it’s been in a long time. Aaah . . . shit . . . mmm.” More slowly burning thrusts sent her body into uncontrollable shivers. “I wanna lick you in your asshole, baby,” he crooned, his rich baritone voice vibrating off her skin.
The pain was sweet agony, like the bite of a whip lashing over her clit, over her cunt, his dick strokes seared through her body, burning her skin.
She felt the swell of her G-spot and then came a fiery ache that emerged from somewhere deep in the pit of her. She was throbbing and swollen and sopping wet. Her orgasm came scalding out of nowhere as she exploded all around his Magnum, mewling.
His nostrils flared and he hissed as her succulent scent filled the air around them. And then she had him gasping for air as need swept through him, heating his blood and making his heavy balls ache for release.
His movements grew fast and furious, still mindful not to hurt her. He wanted it to hurt sweetly, not kill her.
A trip to the infirmary for a savagely fucked hole would raise questions for sure. So he fought to slow his strokes, but she thrust her hips and slammed back on him with her own brand of desire and need.
She wanted to come again.
So he circled her clit again, spinning out another orgasm. She moaned and drooled over the sock, her teeth clamping down on the thick white ball of cotton, squeezing him, her soppy cunt thrumming and sending him over the same blissful cliff.
“Shit . . .” he gasped, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he felt fire flick down his spine. She’d grabbed him and taken him into her tight-fisted cunt in a way not many women ever had.
His eyes grew drowsy with more desire. Goddamn. What the fuck?
He wanted to stay right here, her soft, wet pussy clenching and unclenching around him, her moans only fueling the flames already spreading through him.
The sex had been more than he’d expected. And somewhere around her third or fourth orgasm, Officer Thurman found himself feeling obsessively possessed by this vixen’s hot cunt; already making plans in his head for another round.
ELEVEN
Catchin’ Feelings . . .
Thirty-five-year-old Officer Austin Rawlings hadn’t expected to fall in love, but shit . . . who did? The problem was, there wasn’t anything he could do about it now. He was in too deep. And he didn’t know what to do about it. No, no. Who was he kidding? He knew exactly what he needed to do—cut her off. Stop fucking her, period! Yeah, that was what he knew he needed to do.
But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. She’d become his guilty pleasure. That fat pussy of hers had become his drug. And he’d become a straight-up love junkie for that wet, gushy shit. Straight like that. The freaky bitch had him under her spell. She kept his head reeling with images of her. Her taste, her touch, her scent . . . every part of her was stained on his tongue, his skin, his dick, his brain.
His dick stirred in his underwear.
Fuck.
He wanted some pussy.
Tight. Deep. Wet. Hot.
Her pussy.
He slid a hand down in his front pocket and discreetly shifted the bulge in his pants desperately throbbing for release, before pulling out a pair of red, laced panties. Contraband. But, shit. He couldn’t have his baby wearing prison-issued cotton panties. Hell nah. She deserved better than that. That pretty cunt of hers was too damn good to be covered in cheap cloth. Victoria’s Secret was the only thing he wanted her in. Well, truth be told. It was what she required of him. Lacy, frilly, expensive panty sets. That was, if he wanted to keep feeling the silky heat between her smooth, reddish-brown thighs.
And he did. Oh, fuck yeah—he fucking really did. And he didn’t care how many pairs of the pricey undergarments he had to sneak in with him every shift to keep his woman feeling sexy and feminine.
Yeah, that’s right. His woman.
The pussy—she—was worth every dollar spent.
He held the ones from the night before up to his nose and breathed in the remnants of her sweet, musky scent stained in the silky garment. She’d slipped them to him on the low—as a late-night treat—when he’d come to her tier to relieve another CO for his break. He swallowed the lust that began slowly pooling in the back of his mouth.
From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he knew he’d have her . . . one day. Shit. He just hadn’t expected it to be on the job. Again. Yeah, he’d gotten away with fucking an inmate once before. Some homely-looking bitch with a phat ass and big, juicy dick-sucking lips—about six years ago. He’d fucked her twice. Sadly, she couldn’t take dick for shit. But her head game was the truth. So he swabbed her throat real good a few times a month, nutting down in her greedy-ass neck. But he had to cut off her dick supply when she started tripping; obsessing over him, acting all nutty and shit like she was his girl. So he had to fall back before the bitch blew his spot up.
He’d sworn then that he’d never fuck with another inmate. Shit was too risky. He couldn’t afford to get caught out there.
Now look at him.
Strung out.
