Jailbait(29)
This time, he doesn’t tease or torture me. He simply thrusts, his shaft piercing me and making thunder and lightning explode inside of me.
Be quiet, be quiet, I ask of myself, repeating the words over and over again inside my head, almost like a prayer. Somehow, I manage to do it, my teeth gritted as Lucien starts to thrust. Each time his cock goes deep inside of me I see fireworks behind my eyelids, my body a time bomb ready to go off against at any minute.
He grabs my hair with one hand, turning his wrist around and curling my locks around his fingers, and then yanks my head back. My back arches as he pulls on me, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. With his free hands, he grabs my ass, squeezing viciously on my flesh with his spread fingers. His thumbs rest close to my crack, the pressure of it around my anus almost too much to bear. Maybe he realizes the way his touch is driving me crazy, since he moves his hand over my ass, his thumb dangerously drawing close to my anus.
Who knew that I’d end up like this, on all fours on top of a stretcher while an inmate fucks me roughly? I didn’t, not by a long shot. But somehow, here we are, Lucien's cock demolishing my pussy and taking control over all of my senses. It’s unfair; why did he show up in my life like this? Why couldn’t we have met in a bar? Why couldn’t he be a regular man? I know I don’t like answering my own questions, but I have an answer to this one—if Lucien was a regular man it just wouldn’t be the same. It’s his dark aura of violence and coiled power that draws me in, and the kindness I know lies deep inside of him seals the deal for me. I have no illusions; I know he’s no saint, but he also isn’t the devil the police and the courts painted him as. Call me naive, but I believe him. Of course, I might be slightly biased, since I’m falling for him. Yes, I said it. I’m falling for Lucien. And right now, our bodies acting as one, that feeling is becoming stronger than ever.
I breathe out deeply, a weak moan leaving my mouth as he thrusts deep inside me. I’m close, so close that I can almost taste ecstasy on my tongue. He knows that and, deciding to make my body burst with pleasure, he presses the tip of his thumb against my anus. The instant he does it, I explode, my pussy tightening around his shaft like a vice while my arms grow weak and I go down to my elbows. I remain frozen in place like that, my nipples burning as electricity runs through every single nerve ending in my body.
Lucien slides out me slowly, and I collapse on top of the mattress, my body too spent to carry on. Oh, what am I saying? It doesn’t matter if I’m exhausted. My time with Lucien is as limited as it gets, and I refuse to let it go to waste.
Something takes hold of me and I turn on my heels and, with cat like movements, I place my hands on Lucien's shoulders and push him back. I pressure his shoulders, forcing him to go down; he obliges, lowering his body and going down to his knees. The moment he’s there I push him, laying him across the floor, and climb on top. He grabs my ass immediately, cupping my cheeks as I sit across his thighs; with one hand I grab his cock, pointing it upward. Breathing as slowly as I can, I ease myself down, his cock sliding inside of me once more. It pierces me to the hilt, his glans pressed hard against my insides.
I lean forward, my hair falling down my shoulders as I stare into his eyes. Unblinking, I start to rock my body, swaying my hips over his cock under the guidance of his hands.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” I tell him, my heart suddenly feeling tight inside my chest. It doesn’t matter how I feel toward him, ours is a forbidden romance. Sure, it might get the adrenaline flowing, but what about the future? What about when I’m alone in my bed, my body crying out for him? He places his hand on my cheek, a gentle smile on his lips, and my heart starts to melt.
“Me too, Kerri,” he simply says, the words as genuine as they could ever be. Raising his head, he reaches for my mouth, softly pressing his lips against mine. We kiss softly, our touch electric but gentle. This is Lucien. He can be rough and dominant, and the next very moment he turns into the sweetest man. His lips on mine, I feel all anxieties about the future melting away, and my mind gets back on track, focused only on what’s happening right now.
I close my eyes, my body swaying softly as he thrusts slightly, his cock moving in and out of me at a gentle pace. We go on like that for seconds, minutes, hours—I don’t know and I don’t care. Here with him I’m lost and, at the same time, I’m found. Time is unimportant.
Our rhythm grows into a crescendo, my hips moving eagerly against his as I feel that familiar fire burning inside of me. With one hand on my ass and the other grabbing my right breast, he rocks his body against mine, his movements matching my own. For a change, I’m the one leading the charge right now, but I hold no illusions: I’m only leading because he’s allowing me to do it. True to his nature, he doesn’t allow that to last.