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Rubbing the back of my neck, I sigh and then shake my head. “I’m not wearing a pink hoodie with a cookie logo on the front, sweetheart.”
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” she informs me from her bent-over position digging into the carton of clothes. “Besides, it’ll help keep you hidden. The hood will hide your face, and if anyone catches a glimpse of you, they’ll think you work for mebecause we’re in matching company-issued clothes. Hold on. I know I’ve got a big size in here somewhere.”
She’s still digging, and my gaze feasts on her perfect round ass, big and beautiful, magnificent and mine. My cock is back to full mast by the time Connie straightens up and turns around, and with so much blood diverted to my throbbing dick, my brain stops complaining about her fashion choices.
I snatch the pink hoodie and black track pants, toss them on a carton-top to my left, then begin to undress.
The jumpsuit comes off in a flash, followed by my dirty white undershirt. It’s only when I’m about to take off my white boxers that I hear the little gasping noises emerging from Connie.
Looking up, I see her looking down, her gaze riveted on my massive cockhead pressed up against the front of my boxers. There’s a big sticky-wet spot where my pre-cum has oozed through the cotton, and I straighten my body, cross my arms over my tattooed bare chest, and gaze at her with an amused half-grin.
“You really haven’t seen a man’s cock hard for you before, have you, sweetheart,” I drawl as my grin expands at Connie’s sudden gasping realization that she was enraptured and staring, had lost track of herself again, was lost in her own world again.
Her own world which now has me in it.
Will always have me in it.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Ohmygod, I’msosorry,” Connie blurts out, covering her eyes and then turning away from me so fast she almost knocks over a stack of cookie-cartons. “You can go ahead and change now. I won’t look.”
A dark chuckle emerges from my rapidly tightening throat. “You can look, sweetheart.”
“I . . . I don’t want to look,” she stammers, still covering her eyes even though she’s facing away from me.
“I think youdowant to look,” I say softly, pushing down my boxers and then stepping out of them. I straighten up, my big cock curving upwards in a massive erection, harder than I’ve ever been, my balls so tight it won’t take much to make me explode. “You were staring, Connie. Your body stiffened when you realized I’m so fucking hard for you, baby. I bet your pussy tightened too, squeezed out some sticky-sweet wetness, yeah? That’s because your pussy knows what it was made for. It was made to be filled by this cock.”
Connie gasps, her body trembling, her asscheeks quivering as she stands there with her back to me. I’m using all my willpower to not charge her like a bull in season, put this cock where it belongs, drive it deep into her, so deep that it won’t matter if I’m shot dead by the cops in ten minutes because I’ll already know what heaven feels like.
“You . . . you promised not to do . . . that,” she whimpers. “You promised.”
“I promised I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” I growl, the strain of my rising need getting harder to control. “But fuck, I’m a loaded gun here, Connie. It might be safer for us both if we shot this load onto the floor before it fucks up our deal, baby. Come on, sweetheart, it won’t take much. I won’t touch you. And you won’t need to touch me for long. Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now that a couple of strokes will do it, baby.”
“Do . . . do what?” Connie touches her hair from behind, shifts on her feet, turns her head halfway towards me, the sight of her pretty profile making me groan as I imagine those lips closed around my shaft, that pretty mouth sucking my fat cock. “I . . . I don’t understand what you’re asking.”
“Yeah, you do,” comes my growling response. “But it’s all right, baby. I made you a promise, so you don’t need to turn around if it scares you. You stand there like a good girl. I’ll takecare of it myself. I can’t hold it in any longer. It’s better if I just blow this load, take the edge off. Better for both of us.”
“Um . . . all right,” comes her soft subdued voice, a strange hint of disappointment in her tone. She’s quiet for a while as I stroke my cock behind her. “So I just . . . just stand here? Do you want me to . . . to do anything?”
“Fuck, I want you to doeverything, baby,” I groan, fisting my cock as her voice does that thing to my heart again, that strangely alluring innocence fucking with my head even more than it’s fucking with my cock. “But we’re both keeping promises today. And I promised not to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Connie says something, but her words are lost in the roar of blood pounding my eardrums as my cock throbs in my fisted grip. I’m too far gone to give a damn about how repulsive this must be for Connie, for an inexperienced virgin to have a tattooed convict standing behind her and jerking himself off like a deranged savage. Hell, I’m too far gone to give a damn about anything except that I’m a loaded gun about to go off.
And then her words make their way to me, like they’ve been delayed by the thickness of the air around us, moving in slow motion even as my fist moves with frenzied desire.
“Maybe . . . maybe I . . . maybe I do want to do something,” comes her whisper, and suddenly I realize it’s coming from close to my body, right by my side, so close I can feel her breath against my bare shoulder, smell her scent in my flared nostrils, feel her warmth on my naked skin. “Does it always get so big?” she asks now, and when I manage to focus my splintered vision, I see her standing next to me, staring at my cock with a mix of fascination and fear, confusion and curiosity, apprehension and arousal. “How can it possibly fit inside a woman?”
My mouth hangs open, my fist stopping its desperate rifling motion over my slick shaft. Somehow I manage to force a grinonto my tight lips, manage to groan out an answer from my tortured throat. “You don’t need to worry about that right now, sweetheart. Because I’m not going to last long enough right now to fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Here, give me your hand. Feel how big and hard I am for you. There. That’s it. Curl your fingers around and grip tight. Oh, fuck, that’s it, baby.”
I guide her trembling fingers to my throbbing dick, groaning when she responds, grunting when she starts to jerk me back and forth, then growling when she gets the hang of it and grins up at me with a thrilled excitement that pulls me right over the edge, breaks me into a million pieces, wrenches me out of the old world and hurls me face first into something new.
My hand slides down Connie’s back, all the way beneath the waistband of her track-pants, right into her panties. My palm cups her glorious ass and I squeeze hard, feeling Connie push her body into mine as she jerks me off harder until she’s gasping as I grunt, pumping as I pant, smiling as I shudder, grinning as I growl.
Now my body tightens as I get close. Connie senses it and gazes up at my face, her tongue curled up over her lip in concentration, her eyes wide like she’s waiting to see my expression when I come for her, come because of her, all because of her.
But she doesn’t get to see my expression because as my cock explodes I grab her ass and lift her off the floor and kiss her hard on the lips, ramming my tongue into her mouth as the force of my climax rocks my body, rolls my soul, shatters my world, splinters my sanity.
“Oh, fuck!” I roar wetly against her lips before kissing her again as my body wrenches back and forth, my cock spurting long ropes of hot semen all over my orange jumpsuit that’s crumpled on the floor. “Oh, damn, I’ve never come so hard, baby! I’m still fucking coming!”
