Her Prison Pen Pal (Love Behind Bars)

“Well…how about this…” I reach down, tug the panties down my legs and feet and bring them to my mouth, holding them there for a teasing moment. “We can both taste me at the same time.”

I suck the drenched fabric between my lips, surprised at how filthy I feel as Dutch collapses onto locked arms, caging me as his forehead touches mine.

“Landing strip. Just like I thought.” He says, breath warm on my lips.

“What?” I ask, unsure for a second what he means.

“I like a little fuzz.” He answers then finishes, “Messy little girl needs some cleaning up, doesn’t she?”

A thrill rips through me as Dutch lowers his face between my tits, his tongue tracing a trail downward.

I just can’t with what’s happening right now.

I’ve never thought if I’d like a man with a beard before now, but if it feels this good just tickling down my belly, I’m pretty sure where it’s going next is going to make me #teambeard for the rest of my life.

I yelp when his hands take control of my knees, shoving them up and back, pushing me so wide I’m sure he’s got a view of my cervix.

Then, he just stays there.

Breathing.

Hard.

Labored. And I wonder if he’s okay.

Embarrassment again; hot and unbearable. Is my pussy a horror show? Is he having some sort of panic attack, wondering what to do now that it can’t be unseen?

Or, is it so magnificent that it’s life changing?

Fuck. This is brutal. It’s been like, five seconds, but it feels like a hundred years.

I never thought of what this would be like. How I would feel with a man so close. Let alone this man. Him. My Dutch.

My core ripples as he drops his head, getting a closer view, and I think I’m going to explode or burst into laughter again, thinking of me laying here with my horrible cotton briefs held in my mouth. The lusty flavor spreading on my tongue.

Finally, he breaks the silence. “I’ve waited so long for you. Even before I went to prison, I was waiting for you. I just didn’t know it was you I was waiting for.”

The doubts and niggling embarrassment wash away as I tremble, loving how he’s looking at me as if I’m a mirage that’s appeared before him in the desert, as if he can’t be sure it’s real.

The room is bright, the cloudless winter sky leaving nothing to the imagination, and I dare look down and see the fire and need in Dutch’s eyes glinting in the light like sapphires.

I feel his hot breath on the insides of my thighs as he growls. Goosebumps rise over my skin and I bite into my lip.

When his mouth connects, I nearly buck him off the bed with a scream, my hips driving upward, my body twisting, convulsing, but he’s strong. He holds on like a champion bronco rider as his tongue slides down through my folds, my hands tearing my panties from my mouth then gripping at the sheets as I try to keep myself from breaking apart into a million pieces.

“I won’t ever wait again. Your taste is mine. You are mine.”

I look down to see him lick his lips, his face and beard already shiny and wet with me. And, God, the look in his eyes. It’s like he’s just found paradise.

So fucking hot.

Without warning, he goes at me again, eating me until I’m a boneless mess, my chest heaving as he greedily tongue-fucks, stars flickering in my vision.

I have no point of reference. But this is magic.

His focus and creativity make what’s happening far more than I could have ever imagined. How can lips and tongue and mouth combine into something that feels this good? It seems impossible. But, thank God, it’s not.

The sounds coming from down low are sloppy and decadent in the most glorious way.

“Perfect pussy on a perfect doll.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah. I’ll never be able to live without you now.”

He reaches up and grabs my breasts in his strong, possessive hands, then dives back between my legs with a vengeance. I see stars and galaxies as his tongue slips inside my body, then through my folds before centering on my clit and sending me into orbit.

I reach down and hang on tight to his forearms, holding on for dear life as his upper arms spread me wide. I’m completely bare, completely vulnerable, but I have no shyness with this man. His mouth is pure magic and I’m losing control.

I glance down to see him watching me as I roll my hips onto his mouth, greedy for more, and he seems to feel the same.

“My fucking dirty girl. Fill my mouth with your cum. Soak this beard. Feed me.”

His tongue dives deeper, tasting my inner walls, and just when I think it can’t get any better, somehow it does. He’s so fucking good. So intent on my pleasure.