Shortly after the eleven-to-seven shift captain assigned to solitary made his one a.m. rounds, then signed the black logbook, he left the unit.
The CO waited another thirty minutes, then quietly made his way toward cell twelve. At the far end, tucked in the corner. He’d come in early for overtime.
And some pussy.
It’d been almost three days since he’d been inside her clutching heat, and he was practically going out of his mind with want. His dick didn’t discriminate. He’d had his share of many flavors, attached to all types of women—white, Asian, Latina, Caribbean, German, Italian, Moroccan, Egyptian, French, and the notches on his bedposts went on.
Good pussy was good pussy no matter who it belonged to. But her pussy was top-notch. In fact, it was banging. Even with a condom on, the shit was superb. Tight, juicy, deep, hot as fuck. Not many broads had been able to make his toes curl by just fucking. Yet, she’d managed to—not only curl his toes, but make his vision blur every time he bust inside her. Every time he fucked her, his release was an endless stream of nut, thick and hot, flooding his condom to capacity.
She undid him. Every time. Her whispers, her gasps, her low moans, begging for him to fuck her, harder, deeper, rang in his ears long after he was done with his shift.
He couldn’t deny how he loved the way her body spasmed around him. Loved the way she bit his neck; clawed at his back, his ass, marking her territory. Fuck if he didn’t want to know how she felt raw.
And tonight—if she’d let him, he would.
His heart pounded as his breath escaped in an excited rush. He could literally see her on her bunk, her legs spread wide, her sweet cunt already glistening with desire.
He knew the officers in central control, and the ones in the small control room outside of solitary were too busy doing their own dirt, to keep up with what was about to go down. He wouldn’t be missed for at least another half hour. And he’d have his radio on low in case someone needed to reach him.
He’d already made it his business to sneakily keep her cell door unlocked when he’d had her out last for her shower, before the lights went out. He’d walked her back to her cell, then shut the door, sliding his key into its lock and pretending as if he were locking it.
The captain diligently came through to complete his rounds, but he never checked any of the cell doors. He trusted the CO to keep things running smoothly and all inmates properly secured in their cells.
He made another quick round on the unit, door-to-door, peeking in to see which inmates were still up. Everyone was in her bed, except Goldie Malone’s fucking gang-banging ass.
Nosy bitch.
He shook his head, as he finished his rounds, then quietly entered his prison beauty’s cell. His dick began to thicken and stretch the minute he slipped inside.
A predatory gleam flickered in his eyes as his gaze raked over her beautiful body. He couldn’t wait to ravish her, with his mouth, his fingers and finally . . . with his dick.
“Come eat my pussy,” she whispered, spreading her legs as he made his way toward her bunk. She pulled open her labia, sliding her fingers along her seam, smearing her juices over her clit and swollen lips.
She’d waited patiently all evening for this moment. The anticipation had her seeping with arousal. Her pussy became slicker by the moment waiting, waiting . . . waiting.
He’d been sneaking in her cell, almost every other night for the last two weeks, starting with the night after the warden had come to her cell. The purpose of that drunk bitch’s visit was still a mystery to her, but her gut told her it wouldn’t be the last time she and the good ole warden would be seeing each other.
Perhaps she’d been too curt with her. She should have been a more gracious hostess, maybe offer her a taste of her pussy as a little welcome treat.
Yeah okay.
Bitch bye.
She shook thoughts of her visit from the warden out of her head. She needed her attention—all of it—on the man quickly stepping out of his uniform pants. His dick sprung free as he tugged off his boxers and crawled onto her tiny bunk, between her legs.
She heard him suck in his breath as her flesh greeted him.
No words were needed.
In silence, he gripped her hips, then slid his hands around to her ass and cupped the globes in his big, warm palms. His head dipped and he ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, then French-kissed her pussy. He licked and licked and licked, lapping at her slit as if it was a delicious treat.
Oh and it was.
Holy fucking hell, it was.
Hot silk.
That’s what her pussy was to him.
“So beautiful,” he breathed out. Then his tongue swiped across her slit and upward to her clit.
“Mmm, yes,” she murmured. “Let me come on your tongue.”
He licked over her folds, tasting more of her. His tongue slid greedily back inside her body, and he groaned against her flesh as she clutched, her walls squeezing his tongue, her orgasm rippling out in tiny waves.
Her nectar filled his mouth, and coated his lips. Goddamn. She tasted delicious. She was warm and sweet, like honey. He sucked her long and hard, his mouth swiping over her cunt, from her slit to her swollen clit. Savoring all of her.
She moaned as he lapped between her folds, sweetly whispering over her clit. That felt delicious, his tongue on her clit, but still, she wanted more. Needed more. Her pussy was so ready for him. And, yet, she craved a taste of her juices, sucking on his lips, her tongue swirling over and around his.
“God, yes,” she breathed out low. “Yes. Yes. Mmm . . .”
And then her hands were on his head; her fingernails raking over his waves, caressing his scalp.
He looked up at her. Her eyes were alit with fire and fixated on him, burning through his core. He loved how wild and uninhibited she was. So wanton, so damn freaky.
Precum trickled from the head of his dick, then glided down his shaft, slowly dripping onto her sheets. He felt his skin heat, felt it through his balls, which caused him to grind his hips into her thin mattress, his dick throbbing and swelling to maximum capacity.
He inhaled, wanting to breathe every part of her in. He wanted to wrap himself up into everything she was, connect to her soul, and become one.
Need.
Want.
His entire body hummed with it.
He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs scraped across her nipples as he lightly bit into her clit. Tugged it between his lips. Then dipped inside. His tongue licked around her lower walls, and she gasped low in the back of her throat, her back arching and her pelvis thrusting upward.
“Mmm, yes. Fuck me. Ooh, yes . . . fuck me.”
He sucked on her clit harder, his tongue sliding in and out of her juices. He groaned low as he absorbed her flavor melting on his tongue. He relished it with every swipe of his tongue. Just the taste of her had him leaking loads more of precum, and his dick harder than steel.
His hands slid back down her body, until they rested on top of her legs. He spread her thighs wider and then gently sucked her clit back into his mouth. His tongue moved rhythmically over her nub.
Yes, yes, right there, right there. Her pelvis tightened.
Almost . . . almost.
She was so close. God, so close.
She gasped.
Two fingers slid into her honeyed folds, and he stroked through her wet heat, spreading juices from her slit up to her clit. Then plunging them back inside. He watched himself fuck her that way, fingers gliding wetly and quickly in and out, in and out—then he extracted them from her greedy cunt and lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean.
“So good, baby,” he rasped, thrusting his fingers back inside her. And then came his mouth, kissing her pussy all over again, sucking on her clit, this time harder, as his tongue slid back inside, fucking her slow and sensual, causing her ass to come off the bed.
Time was ticking, but he needed for her to get hers—all of hers, before he got his. He wanted to leave her spent, her head spinning long after he was gone. She writhed beneath him, pleasure searing through her pussy. She felt a scream catch in the back of her throat.
Sweet desire flowed through her veins as his middle finger caressed the inside of her cunt, while his thumb massaged her throbbing clit. Then he pushed further, finding her G-spot, causing her body to hum and shudder. Her nipples tightened, sending little tingles of pleasure ricocheting through her body. She came around his fingers.
He pulled out of her quaking body, wet fingers trailing from her pussy to the crack of her ass. And then he was kissing and licking her there, too.
And she loved it. God, she did.
Whispered sounds of pleasure escaped with each breath. No one had ever been this attentive, this loving with his mouth. She moaned and twisted restlessly, her body burning as his fingers danced over her skin, up her body, until they were cupping her breasts again.
Her juices splashed in his mouth, stealing his breath.
She let out a low whimper, more desire roiling over and around her clit, her breasts, the tender swell of her folds.
He was hard and aching, so aroused that his body nearly shook. His dick throbbed angrily, frustrated, that he had not, yet, sunk himself into her pool of juices. He pulled his fingers from her body as she softly begged him to fuck her.
“You ready for me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Where’s your condom?”
“I’m clean, baby. Aren’t you?”
Her eyes flared open. “Condom,” she said sternly. “Or no pussy.”
Shit. So much for going in raw. “You got that, baby.”