Officer Flores waited until close to two a.m., before he quietly snuck inside Heaven’s cell and startled her. It’d been several weeks since he’d had her moved over to 2 North. Though it was still a max housing unit, inmates had single cells. He’d purposefully taken his time coming to her. It’d killed him to wait, but he’d wanted to let her get settled in—first before he made his move.
2 North was where he sold most of his cocaine. He also sold Molly and pills, mostly over on 4 East. But the majority of his prison sales were in weed. Half the inmates at Croydon Hill were hooked on the good shit he trafficked into the prison through the kitchen deliveries. A dime bag on the streets sold for fifty dollars behind these walls, and he was making a killing. And he had several civilian staffers on payroll to make sure his operation ran smoothly.
“Ssh,” he whispered, placing a finger to his lips. “I’m here to collect on what you promised me.” He slid his hand over her sheet-covered ass.
Heaven blinked him in, her eyes quickly adjusting to the dark, and she saw a slow blaze beginning to burn in his eyes.
She’d heard the cell door creep open, but had lain still, pretending to be in a deep sleep. She actually thought it was Officer Martinez again. He’d become her late-night pussy licker over the last several days. And she’d grown accustomed to him sneaking into her cell all hours of the night, and serving her up fifteen to twenty minutes of bomb head with his long, thick tongue.
Martinez hadn’t fucked her, yet. But she wanted him to. She wanted to know what having Hispanic sausage meat felt like being stuffed between her folds. But seeing Officer Flores in her cell, his lids half-mast and filled with lust, was even better.
“And what exactly did I promise you?” she asked coyly. “I don’t remember.”
She tried to turn over on her back, but he stopped her, his hand squeezing her ass. “Don’t play, baby,” he said huskily. “You promised me a sampler.”
Flores reached for her sheet and pulled it down from her body, and a low moan left him as he looked down at the lacy, feminine underwear—definitely not prison issued. He licked his lips and undid his pants, staring at the globes of her ass.
Heaven grinned seductively at him over her shoulder. “Oh, right.”
A deep muscle tightened low in his stomach. “Yeah, right. Now take off them drawers and let me see what’s on the menu.”
“Know this,” she said, her voice slightly above a whisper as she kept her neck craned over her shoulder. “You can have your sampler. But if you want more than that, then you had better come right. You only get one round of free pussy.”
She tried to roll over again, and he held her down.
“Nah. I want you on your stomach. And I got you.”
“Then you need”—she lifted her pelvis up off the bed—“to take off my panties.” Ass up, he groaned. He couldn’t resist touching it. He pulled her ass apart and put his face in it, inhaling her—ass, pussy. He kissed over her beautiful ass, licking along the edges of each cheek.
Then he finally pulled her underwear until the slinky material slid down her hips, and slid them off her body, and then tossed them to the floor. His dick thickened imagining what she’d look like with only a pair of stockings and garters on.
She looked like a fucking goddess. His. All his.
That’s what he wanted. Her. His prison whore.
Heaven panted lightly as her body tightened. She felt it between her legs. That ache—sweet agony blistering through her cunt; he reached between her thighs and found her swollen clit. He kneaded it gently. Then slid his hand over her pussy, his palm brushing every part of her. She was wet, very wet, and hot. Damn.
And he hadn’t even really touched her—yet.
And then he was easing his long, thick dick deep inside the tight, wet passage of her body until he was balls-deep, until she felt it traveling up in her spine—the heat, the burn. She groaned as his hips slowly seesawed up and down, his deliciously long dick, stretching through her body, her hips joining the pulsing rhythm of his.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe out as she felt him go deep, deeper than any dick had ever gone, and she gave herself into the red-hot intensity of unadulterated pleasure.
Ecstasy—mm, yes . . . white blinding heat—permeated him as she moved her hips with his, as she took him deep. Goddamn. Shit. Fuck. He thought he’d go up in flames from her cunt’s heat.
“Uhh . . . oooh, yes, yes, yessss,” she purred.
She closed her eyes and gave her body to him not for any other reason than because she wanted to; because she felt like being a prison slut.
Beautiful . . . he whispered into her ear. So fucking . . . sexy . . . wet . . . juicy . . . sweet baby . . . and a string of other words that clung to every part of her as he moaned in her ear and blanketed his body over hers; his heat, his sweat—and melded every part of himself into her body.
She came. Then came again, and again, and again; her climax crashed around him, her body absorbing his thrusts so fiercely that she wanted to growl and bare her teeth. She bit down on his arm, and heard him groan in response, causing his dick to swell more inside her body, throb more.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured in her ear, before sucking her earlobe into his mouth. He nipped at it, then sucked and licked on the back of her neck
God, she felt so fucking good; so tight, and so goddamn soft. He knew he wouldn’t last long. After months of waiting, he’d been primed to have her all night, ready to finally be inside of her. And now she was here with him—with his dick in her.
He groaned low in the back of his throat. His weight pressed her into the mattress and he closed his eyes as she used her slick walls to grip his shaft, drawing the length of him in and out of her snatch until he could stand it no longer and he—
“Aaah, shit . . . motherfuck it . . . good fuckin’ pussy . . .”
With a cry, Heaven clawed the sheets and bit her bottom lip and breathed in the excruciating pain, until she almost broke skin and drew blood. The fluid motion of his hips caused her to whimper. He was by far the biggest dick she’d ever experienced inside her cunt, yet her mouth was another story.
Her pussy cried out for help, begging her to free it from, from, from—oh God, oh God, oh God . . . yes, yes. Her body shook as his hands bore down on her hips and his dick quickly slid in and out of her body, stretching her, burning her, fucking her cunt raw with an exquisite pain and horrifying pleasure that she’d never experienced in her life.
Instantly, she filled the entire cell with her scent. Warm juices sluiced out of her body, wetting the sheets beneath her. His dick jerked excitedly.
Inmate or not, she was so fucking perfect. And she was his. All his. He slid his dick into her body, and drove his point home, pounding, thrusting, and hungrily fucking into her wet fire.
He pounded into her, pulling out and plunging back in, digging his hands into her hips as he sank deep inside her, retreated, then did it all over again and again and again.
“That’s right, baby,” he rasped. “Take all this dick, like a good little prison bitch. Mmm, yeah . . . I feel you comin’, baby . . . I feel you soaking my dick . . .”
And then he bit back a groan and curled his toes as liquid heat tore through his body and exploded inside Heaven, while her own orgasm spread through her body, coating her quaking walls.
“I need two hundred dollars,” she said on a moan. “Need it . . . mmm, yes . . . in my . . . ooh, yes . . . account.”
He emitted a low growl, caught up in the fires of ecstasy as her walls gripped and milked him. Her pussy was addictive. She was addictive. He felt himself getting lost in her heat, his body melting over her silky curves, everything about her enfolding him into her seductive web.
“Whatever you need, baby,” he murmured, reaching around and cupping her breasts. He squeezed as he slid in and out of her body. “I got you, baby.”
When she looked back over her shoulder at him, his eyes were half-closed; he was buried so deep. So fucking deep. And he cursed at the delicious squeeze.
“I’ma make you mine,” he whispered. “Whatever it takes.” And then his body shuddered into hers. He stayed inside of her for another minute longer than he should have, then slowly pulled out.
A slow grin rolled over her lips as he stuffed his dick back in his boxer briefs, then fastened his pants. She didn’t know what she was going to do about Officer Rawlings or Martinez or Corbet or Thurman, or the slew of other COs here at Croydon Hill who would eventually end up standing in line, waiting to get into the walls of her sweet cunt.
All she knew was, she’d keep fucking whoever made it worth her while.
She was Heaven.
And everyone wanted to get to heaven.
It wasn’t in the sky. And it wasn’t where souls ascend to in the afterlife. No, Heaven was here on earth, behind barbed wire and concrete and steel.
And it was right here between her smooth, sexy thighs.
Where it’d always been.