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"No, Daddy." Mattie moans into my ear. "That’s why it turns me on."
I thrust my fingers through his hair. My cock pounds against my zipper. Screaming for release. Crying out for me to ram it in his hole. Take his virginity.
Here. In this car. Fuck who sees.
"Get your ass to your seat or Daddy will give you a spanking," I snarl.
* * *
"We’re done, Trevion."
Trevion pushes out his lower lip. "I can’t believe you won’t give me another chance."
I slam my meaty palm on the counter. "You blew your shot."
Mattie and I made it to the joint where the government locked me up for twelve long years. PTSD—rage—and regret crashed through me when I stepped in.
The guards I befriended on the inside were the only things beside Mattie that kept me from booking it out of there faster than a murderer making a run for it. They slapped my back and congratulated me for staying out of trouble.
They asked me who Mattie was—I told them the truth.I found someone new.
They smirked as they looked Mattie up and down.He’s a cute one,they snarled, lust flaring in their eyes. In prison, the guards pretty much have their way with everyone whenever they please.
He’s not going to drop the soap anytime soon,I spat back, rage bubbling up inside me. How dare these guards drool over my sunflower? Still, I was glad they were present. They had my back in the joint and prevented anyone from raping me. You know how it goes in prison—if you close your eyes for too long, someone will rape you.Oh, shit,they say,I thought you wanted it, man.Nah, bitch. But there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re in prison.
Mattie squeezes my hand. "Good job, Daddy."
His voice in my ear is so soft, so whispery, a shiver runs straight up my cock. I groan as I untangle my fingers from his, then guide his hand to my zipper.
"Do it, boy." A bead of sweat trickles down my left temple. "Under the table. The cameras can’t see."
Trevion is on the other side of a glass barrier—we’re speaking over a prison phone. Hence, why he can’t tell.
Trevion’s eyes narrow. "I still have feelings for you, bitch."
I ram my index finger on the glass. "You gave up your right to call me bitch when you cheated on me with Darnel."
"I never fucked Darnel," he snarls. "I only babysat his little girl Javier's teddy."
"You probably fucked Javier, too." My voice is packed with venom. "I bet you initiated threesomes in the shower after dropping the soap. I can picture you doing that. Don't fucking deny it."
Flames dance in Trevion’s pupils. "I only had eyes for you."
Mattie unzips me, then fumbles my iron-hard cock out of my pants.
He runs his angelic hand up and down, stroking it, peeling back my foreskin.
A moan escapes me, one that’s packed with lust and tenderness.
What. A. Boy.For real.
His strokes provide the necessary contrast to the intensity of my conversation with Trevion.
Yin and yang.
Light and dark.
I flip Trevion off. "Liar, liar, pants on fire."
