Almost immediately, Officer Rawlings eased up behind her. And . . . mmm, it instantly felt good—too good—to feel the heat of his body pressed up against her. She quickly turned her body to face him before she ended up grinding her ass up into his crotch.
“Damn, baby,” he said low and deep, casting a wicked grin at her as she faced him. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” she said softly. Well, her pussy missed him. Same difference, wasn’t it?
“I need some pussy, baby.”
“Is pussy all I am to you?” Her mouth curved into a sexy grin of her own before she slid her tongue over her lips. She loved the thrill of flirting. Loved the thrill of fucking . . . him. And fucking him was good. But she needed to know she had him wrapped around her finger. She needed him to prove his devotion to her, to show her just how far he would go for her, before she gave him any more of her warm, gushy cunt.
“Nah, that’s not all you are to me.”
He wasn’t one to often get serious with women. And he’d never been the sentimental, mushy type, but she was so fucking beautiful that his balls ached. He had it bad for her. And the less time he spent with her, the more consumed he became with her. She was his first thought in the morning, and the last thought on his mind before he closed his eyes at night.
Masturbation had become his new best friend since he’d given up fucking the horny bitches who eagerly threw him pussy. And God knew how much he loved being balls deep inside some wet pussy. But he’d given up all that—the late-night booty calls and trolling the strip clubs for sex.
The only thing on his mind was, her. And his thoughts of her last night—on his night off, had given him a hard-on he’d carried through the whole night, making it nearly impossible for him to sleep. Sex on the brain made for a hard dick. And it made for a very restless night. Still, it brought out every lustful fantasy he’d ever thought of, and even some he hadn’t.
All he wanted to do was taste her, smell her, caress her with his tongue and hands, then fuck her deep. He could still hear her soft cries of ecstasy from the last time he’d been inside her, bringing her to orgasm, and every night, he replayed—while he sniffed her panties—having her back pressed up against the wall of her cell and her legs hitched up over his hips as his dick entered her body, losing himself in her wet, silky heat.
Yeah, she was definitely more than good pussy to him. She was what his fantasies had been made up of for the majority of his life.
She was everything he had ever imagined.
He wasn’t desperate. He was deliberate. And he knew what he wanted.
She was whom he wanted to build a life with.
He wanted to take care of her.
And he’d wait for her, for as long as it took.
She made a huffing noise and glared up at him.
“Well? Are you going to answer the question?”
Desire flamed in his eyes. Then, without a word, he surprised her when he leaned in and gave her a slow, sensual kiss—they hadn’t even gotten the closet door closed good, after all—but she couldn’t stop herself from kissing him back, her tongue gliding over and around his.
He breathed her in, inhaling the very essence of her as he pulled her into him.
She emitted a soft moan and for a moment, her eyes closed and her hand leisurely eased up his back, over his uniform shirt.
The sexual tension between them thickened the air in the tiny space, making her lightheaded. She gasped for air but wouldn’t pull away. The kiss consumed her. She consumed him. And their tongues continued to tangle until her mouth inched upward and her teeth nipped and caught his upper lip. She pulled outward and sucked it further into her mouth, greedily sucking. Her tongue licked and laved before she released his lip.
He groaned and pressed his thigh into her crotch, and she realized he was growing hard against her leg. A moan built deep in her chest as he nibbled back at her lips. And, then—kiss for kiss, lick for lick, bite for bite . . . it escaped from the back of her throat, and burst out in a sound of sweet agony as his hand slid between her legs, and he touched her there. Over the fabric of her jumper and the panties that had now become sodden with lust.
Her clit tightened and strained between her legs. No, no, no. She couldn’t fuck him—not again, and not here, not now. But her body heated, and her cunt exploded in a rush of molten lava.
Her sensitive breasts rubbed against his chest through her jumper making her pussy tingle. And she heard another sigh of pleasure echo from her throat unbidden as his lips and warm kisses glided along the column of her neck, while his hands found her swollen breasts and cupped them.
“Oh, God, yes,” she murmured.
“I want you so bad, baby,” he muttered, his voice a hot whisper. She felt his arousal spreading down through her like warm fudge.
“Mmm . . .”
“Let me inside you,” he whispered, reaching for her jumper’s zipper and sliding it down. She caught his hand midway and stopped him, tearing herself away from his grasp.
“Stop,” she whispered breathlessly, drawing back slightly.
He let out a low growl in response, pulling her back into his arms. “You don’t mean that, baby. You have me so fucking horny. Just let me put the head in.”
She looked up at him incredulously. She almost laughed at the absurdity of him only putting the head in. Yeah, okay. Good luck with that. She knew as well as he did that if the head went in, so would the rest of his dick.
So—hell no, she wasn’t falling for that lame shit.
“C’mon, baby,” he urged, rubbing his dick over his pants with his hand. “We gotta make it quick. I only have another ten minutes, or so. Let me bust this nut in you.”
“No,” she managed between thready breaths, trying to ignore the long, hard column that had grown in his pants. But without forethought, she reached down between them, wrapping her hand around it through the fabric.
Oh, he felt so thick in her hand.
So, so hard.
She licked her lips, anticipating the taste of him. She felt her pussy tremor at the thought of feeling his hard flesh over her tongue. It’d been over a year, before her incarceration, since she’d been down on her knees sucking a dick.
All the weeks in solitary, with him sneaking into her cell—dicking her down, not once had she given him head. She wanted to, but she restrained herself.
She sucked in a breath.
“No pussy for you,” she pushed out in between pants. And as she protested, denied herself what hung between his legs, he dropped his head to her neck, kissing and biting at the skin under her ear.
A low groan left him before he said against her flesh, “You know you want this dick inside you. Don’t you, baby?” His voice was thick, throaty, from arousal.
Mmm, God, yes. She wanted it inside her so badly, fucking her, ravishing her, wringing out an orgasm.
But she needed to test his commitment to her—further, first. “No pussy. But if you promise to bring me something, I’ll give you the back of this throat . . .”
“Aw,” he breathed. He was so, so ready to explode. But—fuck, head wasn’t what he’d had in mind; still, he’d take what he could get. Bottom line, he’d promise her a mink wrap if it meant having her catch his nut. “Anything for you, baby; just let me feel them pretty lips around this dick.”
She smiled. Then she reached for his fly and fumbled with his button and zipper. As his fly parted, she slid to her knees and shoved his pants down over his hips and then reached into his boxers and dragged his dick out of confinement. She licked the head and then suckled it inside her mouth, sucking gently.
“I want two dildos and a vibrator,” she stated as she let the head slide momentarily free from her lips.
“Whoa. Wait a second,” he stated unsure he’d heard her right. “You want what?”
“You heard me,” she mumbled. “I want you to smuggle me in a few dildos. Nothing too big, though, just a ten-inch and maybe something a little smaller.”
He frowned. “Nah, fuck that. You wanted a phone. You got it. You wanted expensive-ass panty-sets. You got that, too. And now you’re asking me to bring you in some fake-ass dicks?” He shook his head. “Nah, baby. Ain’t happening.”
She looked up at him through her veil of lashes, and asked, “Do you want to keep getting this pussy?”
His jaw twitched, but his eyes flared with desire. Why the fuck bitches always gotta use the pussy to try and manipulate a motherfucker, he wondered to himself. That shit was a big turn-off when other hoes he’d encountered over the years tried it. But there was something about the way she’d tried it that made him want the pussy even more. There was no way he could not want to be up inside her, buried deep every chance he got.
“Don’t play with me. Hell yeah,” he breathed out. “But . . .”
“Then smuggle me in what I’ve asked for. Two dildos and a vibrator.”
Before he could continue his protest, she held up his dick and slowly licked under and around his balls, before sucking them into her mouth. She wetly massaged them with her tongue.
She looked up at him through her thick lashes again; raw heat blazing in her eyes, she licked the underside of his shaft.
“Should I stop?”
“Fuck nah,” he rasped, his hand tangling in her hair as he cupped the back of her neck and used his other hand to guide his dick to her mouth. “Suck it.”
She flicked her tongue over the head of his dick, then swirled her tongue over and around the head. Then she slid her tongue along its head.
“Aah, fuck, baby . . .”
“Am I going to get what I’ve asked for?” she questioned, her mouth hovering over his turgid flesh.
He groaned. “Yeah, baby. I got you. Two dildos . . . mmm . . . and a vibrator.” His arousal had risen to a fever pitch. Fucking her in the storage closet, while one of the teachers played lookout, sent him on the verge of losing control. “Now let me get in that throat, baby.”
She opened her mouth and let him slide between her lips.
“Yeah, baby. Take it deep.”
He inched forward, forcing her head against the wall, and placed both hands above her, leaning into her, his palms flattened up on the wall.
“Yeah. Suck this dick . . .”
He plunged deeper, forcing her throat open. She relaxed her jaws and his hips worked back and forth, the head of his dick brushing against her tongue over and over.
He looked down at her, her beautiful mouth wetly loving his dick. “Yeah, baby, swallow it,” he said as he fucked her mouth in long strokes. “Take it all.”
She closed her eyes and felt a rush of liquid desire burn through her veins as he swelled larger in her mouth. She hummed over the width of him and slid her hands around to cup his muscled ass, to take more of him—her mouth, her lips, her tongue, worked synchronously.
Oh how she loved the feel of his dick in her mouth. It’d been so long since she’d sucked a dick, and the feel and taste of him was an addicting combination.
His erection tightened even further, and she smiled, satisfied, taking him deeper into her wet mouth, his head slipping down in her throat, brushing over her uvula, filling her neck. With one hand, she reached for his balls and squeezed, and a warm spurt of his milk hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed quickly to keep from choking.
She kept on sucking him, her head feverishly bobbing back and forth as his hips matched her movements. She sucked and sucked until his knees buckled, until she had sucked his balls empty, and his semi-erect dick had finally, reluctantly, plopped out of her wet, greedy mouth.