Client 5 - Page 87

I open my mouth, my brain working fast to think of anything just remotely coherent to tell him. But why use words when actions speak so much louder?

“I’m going to do this,” I whisper, going down to my knees without breaking his gaze. As my knees touch the floor, I push down his pants and underwear, only stopping when they’re all bunched up around his ankles. With a knowing grin, he kicks of his shoes and steps out of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and saluting me. He grabs the hemline of his shirt and pulls it over his head, throwing it over the stretcher bed in the corner.

Clothed, Lucien is a wonder of nature. Naked… He’s a miracle. Every muscle in his body seems to be made of granite and dreams, his skin tightly stretched over his abs. But I don’t intend to just stare at him in awe. A smile on my lips, I look up at him as I lean in, my tongue peeking between my lips it reaches for the tip of his cock. I only brush it against his glans, the salty flavor of his pre-cum making my heart drum louder.

My tongue circling his tip, I slowly start to lean forward, my eyelids drooping as I go further, his glans pushing past my lips. I let it roll over my tongue, his shaft sliding inside of my mouth easily. Lucien is thrusting slightly, moving hips toward me until his cock brushes against the back of my throat; then he pulls back, leaving only his tip inside of me.

A shiver goes up my spine as he lays his hands on top of my head, my mind fully aware of his dominant touch. I open my eyes and look up at him, that dangerous smile dancing on his face.

“I dreamt of this last night,” he tells me, hooking his fingers on my hair. “You were on your knees, and I fucked that little mouth of yours until you begged me to fuck you. I spent the whole night hard as a rock, just thinking of that.” Each of his words caress my mind, cooking all of my thoughts in a slow boil. His tone is calming but dominant, not an ounce of hesitance in his voice. This is a man that says what’s on his mind and I can’t help but love him for that. Did I say love? Because I didn’t mean to say that. This has nothing to do with love, nothing at all… Oh, why am I such a bad liar?

Lucien saves me from my own thoughts with one simple movement, pulling my hair by the roots and forcing my mouth down his shaft. I go willingly, my mind turning blank; there’s no past or future, all that exists is the now.

Guiding my head with his hands, he makes me bob my head back and forth, my lips rolling over his warm flesh as quickly as I can. But he wants to go even faster; he starts to thrust, his cock ravaging my mouth and making me desperately want him between my thighs. I can already feel my thong becoming drenched, the fabric sticking to my skin. If I keep going like this, soon enough my juices are going to start dripping down my legs, staining my pants. But who cares? He could rip off all of my clothes and leave me here, standing as naked as when I came into the world, and I wouldn’t care. All that matters is having him so close to me that I can hear his heart beating.

He keeps thrusting at my mouth until my knees start to ache, only stopping when his cock suddenly spasms. His whole body tenses up, and he takes a deep breath, caressing my face with the back of his hand. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me and grabs my hand, pulling me up to my feet. Standing just an inch away from him, I’m breathing hard, flames starting to lick at my skin.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispers. “I can’t control myself.” I don’t even know if he’s talking to me or to himself, but I have no time to wonder about that. His hands on my waist, he pushes me back with a growl; I take two steps back, my ass hitting the edge of the stretcher bed, making it bump against the wall with a loud noise.

“Is everything alright in there?” I hear the guard asking from the other side of the door, his voice like a punch to my gut. Lucien doesn’t even blink; he presses his naked body against me, sliding his hands under my shirt and running them up to my breasts.

“Yes…” I say, trying to speak between breaths. “I… I just dropped something!” I manage to say, hoping the guard has as much interest in doing his job right now as I have in doing mine. I wait for a few heartbeats, all of me melting as Lucien squeezes my breasts, but the guard doesn’t respond back. I breathe out deeply, feeling as if I’ve just dodged a bullet. “We have to… be quiet,” I tell Lucien, my chest rising and falling at a fast rhythm.

“We’ll try,” he corrects me, letting go of my breasts and sliding his hands down to my waist. Grabbing me harshly, he makes me turn around abruptly and then, his forearm across my back, he bends me over the stretcher. I grit my teeth, choking down a moan as I feel his cock pressed tight between my ass cheeks, over the loose fitting fabric of my pants.

He pushes my hair over my shoulder, and then leans in, his lips on my neck. My skin prickles as I feel his mouth on my skin, his kisses as tender as they are dangerous. His hands pressed tight against the flesh on my waist, he slowly runs them down, pushing my pants down just a few inches, enough for my thong to show.

I shiver as I feel him tracing the contour of my small thong, his finger slowly moving across my buttock. He’s moving slowly, seductively, but he’s like a coiled spring—ready to burst at any time. And that’s exactly what happens. Without any warning, he breathes out sharply against my neck and, abruptly grabbing my pants and underwear at the same time, he pushes them down my legs and to my knees. I half expect him to smack me across the buttocks, but that’s not what he does. Instead, he pulls back and goes down to his knees, the palm of his hands resting against the curve of my ass.

He spreads my cheeks apart and then squeezes them hard, my body leaning further against the stretcher. Then, spreading his fingers, he pushes my buttocks up, making me go on tiptoes; before I can even process what’s happening, he lunges at me, burying his face between my thighs and under my ass. A slight moan leaves my lips as he presses his mouth against my pussy, hurriedly sucking on my folds as I become wetter than ever.

I let my head down, my forehead pressed against the thin mattress as I choke down a moan, biting hard on the sheets. He keeps devouring me, not caring if I moan or if I don’t. He’s fearless, not a single worry on his mind. To be honest, the more he keeps sucking my pussy, the less I worry about being caught. It just seems so unimportant right now. What does it all matter when my body is burning with pleasure, the most perfect man I have ever met savoring me?

Not only does he know how to handle his long thick member, he sure knows how to drive a woman completely insane with just his mouth. Jabbing with his tongue, he parts my pussy and slides his finger inside of me, viciously licking me as I picture my juices dripping down his chin.

“Oh, God…” I mutter, my hands curled tight around the bars on the stretcher. I’m grabbing them so tightly my knuckles have turned white, all my muscles tensing up as I succumb to his mouth. The sheets between my teeth, I manage to stop myself from screaming, my body shaking as I come violently. Even so, a throaty moan makes itself heard, luckily muffled by the mattress. Careless as he is, I still expected him to ease up, knowing that the guard is waiting for him right on the other side of the door. Of course, I should know him better by now: instead of slowing down, he goes even harder, sucking and licking in a vicious chain of perfectly matched movements.

My muscles are still twitc

hing when he places one arm around my waist, his hand going down to between my legs and searching for my clitoris. The moment his fingers find it, all hell breaks loose inside of me. I come again, just seconds after my first orgasm, and this time I have to bite my own forearm in order not to scream. I don’t even feel a thing, pleasure obfuscating everything but that mind numbing delight that rages through my veins. My eyes shut tight; I feel a tear falling down my face. This is actually the first time in my life this has happened, crying from ecstasy.

Lucien pulls back from me then, and I fight past the weakness in my muscles to look over my shoulder at him. He goes up to his feet slowly, my juices glistening on his chin. Looking at me with burning intent, he wipes my fluids from his face with the back of his hand, and then pushes my shirt up my arms. I hold my breath as he unclasps my bra and then takes it off of me, my hard nipples aching to feel his touch. Almost as if he could read my mind, he squeezes both my tits hard, pinching my nipples between his fingers and pulling on them until I have to focus again in order to remain quiet.

“You really want to scream, don’t you?” he asks me, leaning into me and pinching harder. I can’t even speak right now, so I just nod. “No, this is nothing. Let me make you really want to scream.”

With that, he grabs his cock and presses it between my legs, brushing it against my folds. I thrust back by instinct, wanting to feel him inside of me at once, but he keeps still, ignoring the urgency in my movement. He lets his hands go down my legs and, grabbing them just under my knees, he forces me up onto the stretcher. I let him lift my body up, my knees resting over the mattress as I go on all fours. With his arm around my waist, he pulls, angling my body so that his cock is once again right where it belongs: on my pussy.

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 rosebud 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 rosebud.

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 rosebud. 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.

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