Her Prison Pen Pal (Love Behind Bars)

Fuck yeah. Her drenched folds spread over my tongue as she opens her thighs, starting to circle her hips, lowering her hands above my head and bracing herself. I keep my hands on her ripe ass, making sure she doesn’t get away as I drive my tongue into her slippery little cherry opening, then give her everything my mouth and tongue can offer.

“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…” I start, the words muffled by her muff but I feel her body shudder as I work my tongue-twisting magic.

“Oh shit, God…”

She grinds down on my face. And I know it for sure. This is paradise.

My cock is harder than folded steel as her screams begin, right at the moment I finish the tongue twister. Her silky, dripping sex rides my mouth. Life has never been better than it is in this moment.

I buck my own hips upward, hanging on to her soft, warm ass cheeks, keeping her attached to my face as her shuddering orgasm takes hold and she twists and grinds, her arousal spilling out and soaking my beard, dribbling down into my fucking ears.

She growls my name as her body freezes, her horny, honey-filled pussy bursting as I swallow down her sweet offering, my chest swelling with pride. I don’t have much—no big houses, fancy cars—but I can give her this, at least for now, until I figure out how to give her everything else.

I just hope like fuck she’ll give me the chance.

“Dutch,” she moans, her body going slack as I steady her hips, wrapping my hands around before flipping her over. I gaze in wonder into her glazed, sightless stare. I have to take her now.

I don’t know what she’s done to me, I’ve never had thoughts like this before. But whatever it is, I want more. I want it all.

I tug my jeans down, my boxers quickly following, getting them down onto my thighs before I reach down and give the root of my cock a squeeze. I’m ready to unload, running it up and down through her hot folds, slapping the tip down on her clit until she’s wiggling and begging for me to fuck her.

“Please,” she whines, her eyes rolling back white as I spank her little hard nub a few more times.

Then I reach up and slip my hand into the back of her hair. A quick tug has her eyes snapping wide as she arches, her tits jiggling as they’re thrust upward.

“Fuck, Daphne. I want to fuck you. I want to make you feel so good and make you yelp in pain all at the same time.” I shake my head, knowing it’s too much. I’m already going to take her virginity in the back room at a bar on a pile of fucking towels. “I’m almost fucking sorry for it.”

Pulling her hair and slapping her clit with my cock seems a bit more than an innocent virgin should take on her first merry-go-round.

“Don’t you dare apologize.” She breathes hard as I tug her head to the side, lining my cock up with her tight opening. “I want to give you what you need. I’m yours, Dutch. I have been for a long time.”

I shove the engorged tip against her slick hole.

“You drive me fucking crazy, baby. Now, let me in.”

Her abdomen curves, her lashes flutter. She opens up wide. Such a good little girl. “I’ll always let you in. I’ll always be your home.”

Jesus. I nearly nut right there at first contact. The lust-filled animal inside is rabid and starved, but Daphne speaks to my heart. The crush of emotion she brings out in me leaves me frozen, struggling for a breath.

“Dutch, please. I need you.”

I fist my dick and her opening pulses around the tip as I run it through her sticky honey, making sure it’s as wet as it can be before I push forward.

“It’s gonna hurt, baby. I’m sorry.”

I thrust the head into her tight opening, making her hiss and arch upward, her eyes squeezing shut.

She screams as the first inches stretch her tight cunt and I tear through her virginity.

“Take it for me, baby. Only for me.”

Her walls clamp down, making me growl as I curse through clenched teeth. Her cherry is still fighting me and I can’t hold back any longer. The beast inside of me takes over with a roar and I ram half of me inside her tight walls, the torn strap of her opening strangling my dick.

I thrust harder. Again, again, flattening her into the floor with my body, taking what’s mine as her hands fly up and grab my arms on a wincing scream of my name.

Her walls pulse around me as I drive forward. I need all of her, there’s no stopping now. I need her to be mine completely. Mine and mine alone, bound to me by every means possible.