Page 13 of The Inmate's Intern


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Going over to her drawers, she pulls one out and I move to stand behind her. I brush her hair to the side of her neck, to be able to see better and the view gets my blood roasting. There are piles of garments that throughout the years have stayed the closest to her body, felt her when I couldn’t feel her.

“I should probably leave some behind...,” she murmurs but I shake my head.

“Take it all.” I don’t want anyone finding her underwear here. I’ll carry some of it in my mouth if I have to and the more I think about it, the more appealing it sounds. Fuck, there’s nothing wrong with a fugitive running around with a piece of pink string between his teeth that kept his girl’s pussy protected.

“But all of it won’t fit,” she protests in frustration, struggling to pack everything.

“Make it fit,” I growl and scowling she pounces on the baggage with her butt. “Lucky luggage,” I mutter under my breath and she sniggers, before letting out a content sigh. When she reaches for a remaining piece of clothing that I don’t even know what it is...not sure if it’s a bathing suit or a sweater but the back is open, I add, “I won’t mind if you leave any of your more revealing clothes behind.”

“Oh, you won’t, won’t you?” Porsha says, rolling her eyes and she quirks a brow, before dropping the garment like the good girl she is and my chest aches with satisfaction. “Anything for you, Giggs,” she says in a sweet voice that gives me an erection with the rigidity of an icepick and the heat of a bonfire.

“Yeah?” I prowl toward her. “Then I don’t want you wearing that sundress ever again either.”

Gasping she looks down at her body, before looking up at me with surprised eyes. “What’s wrong with it? It’s not revealing.”

“It’s not but it makes you look more incorrupt than an ice cream sundae. Been wanting a lick all day and toy with the cherry on top until it snaps.”

Distress crosses her face and she whispers, “Giggs you make my pulse race when you talk like that...”

Seems only fair, considering my own pulse is about to push me into a seizure.

“Give your man a feel then,” I rasp and she licks her lips, holding out her wrist for me but that’s not what I was going for. Raising her brows, she compliantly tilts her head to the side for me to feel it on her throat but that’s not what I was going for either and I slide my hand underneath her dress, touching her secret spot and it makes her jerk in surprise, her face flushing. She was right, she is pulsating and I brim with need. I press a little harder until she lets out a whimper and I feel her arousal soaking the fabric. Panting, her eyes glaze over and I just hold my hand there, to get her used to having someone touch her and at the first twist of her hips, I grind my teeth.

That’s it. That little urge is what I’m looking for.

Can’t wait to let her deplete herself on me, have her innocent little battery run out and it’s me it’ll be drained by. Can’t wait to have it go to red and know that all her excitement and overstimulation is because of me. My heart’s singing, light as a feather and I cup her face with my other hand, slanting her head and pressing my lips against hers. They’re warmer and sweeter than raspberry tea, parting at the probing of my tongue and prickles assault my nape, sending shivers down my spine and throughout my legs.

I’m barely able to stand straight and I rasp, “I want you on the bed. Naked until I can count every little shiver on your skin, until I can see how hot and ready you are for me...”

Panting, she strips for me without whining and I do a double take, my jaw slacking. Fuck, I should have been seated for this. She’s a sight for criminal eyes with her rotund little breasts with the dusky rose tips and her skintight slit that ebbs and flows the more I look at her. My mouth waters to split her and let the sap drop like ambrosia and I’m jealous of every damn mirror that’s ever seen her naked, every sun ray that’s given her pink folds a little dose of vitamin d.

She makes things bad with her silky tits and hooded eyes and biting down on a snarl, I take off my sweater and shove my pants down, about to tell her to lay back and enjoy when she lets out a gasp, her hand going to my briefs. This wasn’t what I had in mind but I don’t stop her when she pulls them down and jolts on the mattress when my shaft juts. Her gaze has turned velvet and she’s looking at me in a way that makes me feel like the top of my head is hitting the ceiling. Straightening, I drag a deep, ragged breath, my muscles flexing as if they’re ready to murder anyone who’d walk in on us and witness this moment.

“I want to taste it, Giggs,” she whispers with a blushing face and she’s clutching the sheets with her fists. “Can I?”

“Fuck yeah,” I groan and I’m already on the verge of coming before she’s even done anything. “Suck me, baby.” I reach around my shaft to help, directing it between her waiting lips and she eagerly takes her man. Her plush lips close around me, her eyes fluttering and she moans so loudly that it causes her whole body to arch, to vibrate.

“Ahh...,” she breathes, looking like she’s about to melt into a pool of pure womanly heat and her innocent mouth moves as if she’s loving this and it forces me to make sure I’m firmly planted on the floor, because fuck does she know how to slash me by my knees. Her hands slide down my abs, cupping my chest and her touch burns worse than being branded. Letting her hands glide, she uses them to stroke me because she can’t take all of me with her mouth alone.

She’s too soft, her enthusiasm potent enough to blacken me and when her tongue flicks the sack below my shaft, I let out a bellow, fisting her hair, pumping and I start coming in her mouth. Gulping, her eyes thunder into mine and her chest heaves as she laps at me, and the emotional little moans she breathes, make me worry I’ll never stop spilling.

“Easy my beautiful girl,” I grit between my teeth, when she struggles to swallow, watching me without blinking as I finish. I drag a deep breath, looking at her in surprise and awe and when she brushes the corners of her mouth and then she gives me a soft smile. Hell...here I worried it would be too much for her. Rubbing a hand down my face, I give myself a couple of seconds to pull it together. In the meantime Porsha goes down on her elbows, her nipples taunting me like little raggers and it’s all I need.

Looming over her, I watch her eyes flare as I climb on top of her. She lies down flat as if she’s just waiting to be raided and I stroke her hair, murmuring loving words in her ear because I’m trying to slow down the frenzy in me. It’s running rampant, needing to just shove into her without much of a warm up and I clench my jaw when sweat starts running down my spine. I’m base, fondling her until I draw out sharp and sudden pleasure and Porsha lets out a quick gasp.

She’s sprawled and nude and her blatant willingness frustrates the fuck out of my cock and I need to rub it on her and not just on her pussy or her lips but everywhere else. Anywhere where she’ll take me, even the places where she’ll be coy until I show her how good it can feel.

Unaware of what I’m feeling, Porsha keeps stroking me as if she doesn’t have a ticking time bomb on top of her and a smile grazes her lips, fascination coloring her eyes. She shouldn’t be touching me the way she’s doing, it’s only stirring me up, adding fire to that frenzy and fuck...I’m trying to be patient. Her core is right below me and I can feel her gentle throbbing, her smooth tits squeezed between our bodies and I need to hit home, need to enter her and only then will I feel peace.

Slowly I push past her silkiness and she moans a little, surprised almost as if sayingthis doesn’t feel too badbut then she cradles me with her lush thighs, opening herself up and I lose it. Plunging into her, I squeeze my eyes at her panting cry and she clenches around me, yanking me into her with a force I wouldn’t expect from that precious little trophy I’ve been craving for years now.

Thrashing, she digs her nails into my ears, her mouth open in astonishment and she squirms. “Giggs, I can’t m...move,” she stutters and she can’t move because she’s pinned on me worse than if she would’ve been strapped to me.

“Then don’t. Just take this for me...just do this one little thing for me,” I groan and she slowly nods and to reward her, I nuzzle her before taking her nipple into my mouth and I give it all the attention she needs until she softens.

“Don’t stop...,” she moans, her head spanking deliriously, “suck me...”

She’s repeating the words I told her earlier, learning so fast and it drives me wild. I pound into her, keeping her in place with my arms and she buries her face against my shoulder and I let out a bellow when I feel her teeth sinking in.

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