The Warden

“I didn’t bring more than one.” I was an idiot, backing away prepared to go stiff dicked. I’d jerk myself off later if I had to.

“Wait.” Frustration marred her face. I commiserated with her although I’d be the one walking back to my office like a hunchback hiding my dick.

“Baby, no. It’s okay.” I pulled her hands away kissing them.

“I don’t care. I’m clean. I had the shot that’s good for a year anyway.” Nene grabbed for me again and fitted my cock to her center, lining me up. I had no reason not to believe her, but still…

“Benedicta, what are we doing?” I growled. I grunted tense and trying hard to not give in. I didn’t make bad decisions.

“Please.” She cried pressing me deeper, just the head of my shaft and my eyes wanted to roll back from how good the edge of her sheath felt clutching me in her vice.

I couldn’t speak, pushing into her, my balls slapping her ass on that first thrust. Sliding home had never felt so good, and her legs wrapped around my waist as she pushed up meeting me thrust for thrust. I used to be the guy who did the right thing, now I wasn’t sure who the hell I was anymore.

“Don’t stop.” Her hands clawed at my shoulders still encased in my dress shirt. My tie bunched up between us. I’d happily strangle myself with it to feel her walls clench around me, milking me for all it was worth. Like a damn kid, I jetted inside her quickly our bodies squelching together with each movement.

It was forbidden.

It was heaven.

It was hell.

I grunted, and she moaned, biting her lip. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen with her eyes open and the sharp cut of her nails digging into my back as we rocked over the table together riding the high of not getting caught.

In and out, in and out we established a rhythm and kept the pace frantic and wanting.

“From now on I bite that lip.” I rubbed my thumb over the pouting flesh. “You moan into my mouth only as I pound into you. Got it?” I leaned my forehead against her damp neck tasting the salt from her collarbone, my very own savory dessert.

“As long as you fuck me harder each time, I don’t care what you do.” She sucked my thumb, kissed my hand, smoothed out my hair and hung onto my neck, her weak arms slipping.

“Ah girl, what I am going to do with you?” That was the million dollar question.

She sighed on a chuckle I hadn’t expected. “Well, I’m not going anywhere for the next four years and change.”

“Baby don’t joke like that.” I said seriously as I rotated my hips eliciting a sexy squeak. I didn’t want her here for a minute more if I could help it.

Her voice dropped and she whispered into my ear lusty promises. “I’ve been a bad girl, Warden. You might have to restrain me next time.”

She held out her wrists to me and I clamped them in my much larger hands. I’d use my tie next time until reality set in and I didn’t know what kind of time we had left and how long I would still be here as the warden.

“I hope you’re not adverse to handcuffs after all of this.” I joked.

“As long as you’re the only one with the keys.” She made me laugh despite how shitty this situation had become.

Benedicta Cruz had ruined me for anyone else.

Eleven

Nene

“I have to go.” He groaned. I didn’t want him to leave. These precious moments were few and far between.

“I hate this.” I lamented.

“I hate it more.” Cohen kissed me until my lips bruised. I knew in my heart there was more he hadn’t been telling me, and for whatever foolish reason I trusted him. When he fixed his suit, he straightened out my scrubs and fixed my hair.

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nbsp; “Soon?” I asked.