Her Prison Pen Pal (Love Behind Bars)

After a long heart-to-heart, where they both got some things off their chests, she went to a dresser and took out a brown package. Inside was a CD and a bank card. Heather, Dutch’s sister, played the CD right there and then, tears in her eyes as her father’s voice came over the speakers. It had apparently been included with his will, apologizing for things he’d done, the way he’d been; something he couldn’t bring himself to do face to face while he was alive.

He spoke to Dutch directly, obviously expecting that he would be there at the will reading. He took some responsibility for the way his son turned out, accepted that if he’d been there for him after his mom died, and hadn’t lashed out with violence at the first sign of trouble, things might have been different.

Dutch wiped away tears, shaking his head, saying he made his own choices.

And then came the inheritance.

I don’t think either of us knew quite what to expect, even though I’d seen the size of Heather’s house. After all, things change. She’s married, her wife is a decorated general she met through her father, Heather herself has a law degree, and they have a son that Dutch didn’t even know about. The house outside the city, with its long driveway, manicured lawns, swimming pool and stables, was just a really nice place. As far as either of us knew, the two of them had bought it together. Their dream home.

Well, let’s just say Dutch’s father had investments. The truth is, Dutch doesn’t need to work another day in his life, he could just retire in comfort. He has plans to help out my father and James with their plans but that will have to wait until all the cards about us are on the table.

I will say, Dutch earned some points with my father when the day after we were at the bar, all the stolen product from the garage was sitting outside the back door. Dutch wouldn’t fess up to what happened, but James made sure Dad knew.

The sound of me slurping up the last of the juice is mixed with another chuckle from Dutch as he moves around the table, holding his thick erection in his fist as he shifts himself between my spread legs.

“Please.” I stutter. “I mean…”

“Please and thank you.” He doesn’t give me another word and I drop the plastic cup on the table above my head, hearing it roll off and pop onto the floor as Dutch slides the tip of his dick into me.

It’s perfect. This man’s dick. There’s nothing about it I don’t love.

“Sit up.” He seats himself into me then reaches out and takes my hands, pulling me up before gripping my ass as he mounts me onto his body, his muscular shoulders hard and flexing as he moves us together and I nuzzle my head into the hard tendons of his neck.

Dutch starts to grunt, hard and deep, just like the fucking he’s giving me. I run my hands over his back, feeling the muscles under my palms as he drives in and out, using my body like a fuck doll and there’s nothing about it I don’t recommend.

It doesn’t take long before I’m on orgasm number…oh who cares, I’ve lost count.

He’s relentless, plunging to my depths me over and over, lifting and slamming my body back down on his cock as our lips come together and I taste my arousal and the apple juice as we grunt and gasp, the first waves of my orgasm crashing through me as I feel the first sprays of his hot cream deep inside.

We pant and chuckle, and Dutch carries me to the bathroom and sits me on a towel that he has folded on a little bench against the wall. It’s cozy here in the little house, small is another word for it, but it’s all I need.

I could see myself living here with Dutch, happy and content, but I know the time is coming that we need to come clean with my parents. James has kept his word about not ratting us out, but I feel like the secret is putting a wedge between us all.

“Dutch, I need to get back to the house.”

“Might want to get dressed first, baby,” he chuckles. “Don’t want to give your dad a heart attack. I have a couple of things I need to do here before I head over.” He kisses the top of my head and lifts me into the shower, taking care of me as he always does.

* * *

I sneak in through the back door, taking off my jacket before heading for the dining table where Mom, Dad and James are already eating breakfast then I remember, they said they had an early delivery today. Dutch was still naked when he ushered me out of the door, insisting that he had things to do before he could follow.