Her Prison Pen Pal (Love Behind Bars)

Breed her.

Breed her.

Raw.

Bareback.

Like you told her.

Do.

It.

“Pretty sure that would have ruined dinner for everyone.”

“Everyone?” I reach up and run my thumb down her lips.

“Well, almost everyone.” She leans in and our kiss explodes again like our tongues are fucking each other.

Fuck.

I’m obsessed. It’s that fucking simple. And everything about her just makes it worse.

Her taste, her smell. Her little breaths as we kiss. The way she raises an eyebrow when she’s calling me or someone else on their shit, like ZZ Top dude back in the bar.

How she rubs her lips together four times after she puts on that cherry-flavored lip gloss.

The little mole that looks like a heart where her pulse thrums just under her jawline.

Everything about her is perfect, and I feel like my heart is about to crack a rib. Her tongue winding, warm and eager with mine, reminds me of how it felt when she sucked me off earlier.

For a second, I regret not coming down her throat, but fuck that. No regrets. The truth is I want my first load delivered directly against the opening to her womb.

A groan tangles in my throat as I realize that no, that’s not even the truth at all. The real truth is, I love Daphne already.

She is what kept me sane. Kept me alive. And she’s the reason I’m living now.

Obsessed with her? Yeah. In lust with her? For sure. In love with her? Abso-fucking-lutely. All of it. All of her.

A beast inside of me roars for me to take her, hard and fast, but I want her to know this is more than just a fuck for me. I need her to know she’s my woman. The woman that will be my wife, that will give me a house full of children, that will tell me she loves me at least once for every ten times I tell her.

That will be enough. I hope.

Before her tight little virgin cunt can take all of me, I need to soften her up. With a tortured moan, I pull back from our kiss. Her eyes are fixed on me, mouth open, panting, as I grab her hips and stand her up.

I glance around. Close fucking quarters for sure. It’s not going to be easy to plant her on my face in here.

I shift her behind me, shoving aside a few big boxes, fucking aching for what’s coming next.

“Yes,” I hiss as I look up on a shelf and see what will work.

I reach up and pull down five plastic-wrapped packages of new, white bar towels, ripping open the packaging and laying them out to make a blanket on the floor.

“You’re making a bed…” Her eyes narrow.

“Sort of.”

I’m momentarily distracted by her beauty, her hard nipples pressing out on the yellow fabric. I fight back the drool that threatens to spill over my bottom lip.

Possessiveness rips through me, hot and fast. I’m taking her here, today, and she will be mine forever. No more waiting. No more aching.

I ease down, laying myself on the towels, pulling her feet into position so one is on either side of my torso, then working her little black boots off.

“Get that fucking dress off, then put that dripping little inferno of a pussy on my mouth.”

She looks down with hesitation as I point at her dress with my index finger. “You think you just bark out the orders and I fall into line?”

She’s got a mouth on her. And it just makes me want to shove my cock between her lips so goddamned bad. “You know you want more of this magic tongue. You pick the tongue twister and get that cunt on my mouth. I’ll do the rest.”

Her tough-girl act falters as she reaches down and peels the wet yellow fabric from her body. As she promised, she’s completely naked underneath.

Christ, I’d burn down kingdoms for this girl. Knowing I’m going to be the only one to ever taste her, to give her pleasure, to fuck her and love her, makes me feel alive like I haven’t in as long as I can remember.

I wrap my hands around her legs, just above her knees, and pull her down. She props herself up, arms locked, her pussy above my chest, her tits full and lush.

“Are you sure? I don’t know…” She swivels her head, looking around.

“I know. Just get that dripping dream down here.” I grab onto her ass and guide her into position, watching her tits as they hang for a second over my face, nipples puckered, the enticing curve of an old tan-line. Then her apprehension melts away as her slick, heady sex meets my mouth, my balls drawing up as I feel the slick petals on my lips.

“Peter Piper,” she hisses as she lowers herself onto my face. “I want…oh, God…I want Peter Piper.”