Page 86 of The Convict


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“Fuck, sweet pea. Always so hot and tight for me.”

He arches his back, looking at me with heavy lidded eyes. “Because I belong to you.”

Tossing one of his legs over my shoulder, I pull out almost completely, then slam back in, making him scream. “Fucking right, you do. You’re all mine.” I slam into him, over and over, pulling moan after moan from him. “I’m never letting you go.”

His fingernails dig into my biceps, the pleasurable pain making my balls tingle. “Don’t. Please don’t. We’re forever.”

“Forever.” I bend down and kiss him, my hips smacking into his, causing a beautiful cacophony of sweet noises to bounce around the room.

Wanting to watch his ass bounce on my dick, I pull out, and flip Finn to his hands and knees. Sliding back in quickly, I grunt as I watch his ass swallow my cock. I push his chest down to the bed so I can ride him like I want.

His ass high in the air, I fuck into him hard and deep, loving the sexy fucking moans that drop from his mouth. I groan, his tight hole gripping me, not wanting to let me go.

“Baby, oh fuck,” Finn moans, fucking me back, swiveling his hips and pushing his ass back to meet me. “Make me come please.”

Reaching under him, I grab his cock, jerking him hard as I speed up my thrusts. Finn’s moans rise in volume, his hips circling as he chases his orgasm.

“Come for me, sweet pea. Let me feel it.”

As if waiting for my command, Finn shouts incoherently and comes, soaking my fist and the sheets under him. Pulling my hand from his dick, I lift him so his back is to my chest, and I feed him his come. Finn laps it up hungrily, moaning against my fingers. Turning his face to mine, I kiss him, swapping his cum as my release travels up my spine and explodes out of me. Groaning, my dick kicks off inside him, coating his walls, marking him as mine.

Even when my hips stop moving, Finn and I continue to kiss, slowing down from a frantic pace to a soft, languid exchange.

My soft cock slides out and I turn Finn around so he can straddle me, and I go back to kissing him.

Damn, I love my life.

When we’ve finally had our fill of each other, Finn pulls away and grins at me. “You didn’t spank me.”

I slap his ass, making him jump. “That better?”

“So much better,” he says with a laugh. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and fix that picture. It has to be perfect.”

We head to shower, cleaning each other up, some touches lingering, and get dressed. The picture is only slightly off center, and it only takes me a moment to get it the way Finn wants it. I walk over to stand behind him, wrapping my arms around his slim waist. “I love it, baby,” he mutters, turning around to kiss the underside of his chin. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”

I have to agree. I know fuck all about art, but this picture looks really good in the house. Though the house came already furnished, Finn decorated our home in bright colors, with sheer curtains so the sun is always shining in. The sitting room always has a vase of fresh flowers on the coffee table, the bright colors accentuating the aesthetic of the room.

“Wanna go out for dinner later or cook?” I ask, kissing his neck.

“Let’s go out. I have to look at Luis’s car later and I don’t wanna cook right after.” Luis is Diego’s brother-in-law, the owner of the garage Finn volunteers at. Luis said they’ve been so busy, he hasn’t had time to get his own vehicle in order. Of course, Finn has no problem helping out, since Luis is considered family now.

“Whatever you want. Diego told me about a place a few blocks from here. Said we had to taste the ropa vieja there and he’s never steered us wrong with recommendations.”

Finn pulls me over to the couch where he sits and I lie down with my head in his lap. He smiles, threading his fingers through my hair. I close my eyes, loving our little rituals. “When is Zeke coming back?”

In just three months, Zeke has been to Havana twice and each time we have our own little fun. Finn loves it, getting two dicks at once seems to be his guilty pleasure. I’m not sure how long it will last, since I have a feeling Zeke has someone he’s into, but that’s okay. My brother is always welcome here, no matter if we both fuck Finn’s ass until he can’t walk or not.

“Next month. I’m not sure if he’ll bring Prez or Pete with him this time or if he’ll be solo again.”

“Good. I like seeing your brothers. I know they miss you.”

The Devil’s Mayhem held a funeral for me that was televised all over news stations. It was weird seeing Prez lay a cut with my name and enforcer on it over an empty casket, but it had to be done to keep up this lie. Hopefully, no one from America sees me here and blows everything up, but we’re all pretty confident that no one that wants to turn me in will visit our little slice of Havana.

My brothers have also been keeping up appearances with Finn’s mother, texting her every few weeks. The last time “Finn” texted her, she asked him not to message so often, since he decided to up and leave without saying goodbye. So things will work out there, as she won’t have anyone looking for him. His friend, Sy, has been busy with work, but he messages her every now and then on Facebook through a VPN so no one will know where he is. He told her he moved to Washington state to start a new life and she was none the wiser. Effectively, Finn is off the grid.

Finn’s hand stops stroking my hair and I open my eyes, finding him looking down at me intently. Turning over, I ask, “What’s up?”

He shakes his head, eyes welling with tears. “Nothing bad. I’m just in disbelief that this is my life. When you abducted me, I never would have thought I’d end up where I am.”

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