That was it. Losing my temper I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall, stopping the loser mid-sentence.
“Yo! Yo! Unnnnh,” he screamed, hands clawing at his neck. “I swear I didn’t say anything! It wasn’t meeee!” came that helpless squeal.
My grip tightened, the dude’s feet dangling two feet off the ground. Because I had half a mind to snap this vermin in half. God knows he deserved it and besides, it’d be a good outlet for my anger. Sure beats finger-painting on Friday nights.
But the rage was real.
“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed into his face, blue eyes like harsh beacons. “Just shut the fuck up. Don’t ever talk about her again. She’s too good for you.”
Silky Slim gulped, pale blue eyes nearly bugging out of his head.
“I’m sorry Mason,” came that whine. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know!”
Disgusted by his presence, I dropped the slimy vermin onto the ground, driving my heel into his chest for good measure.
But might as well make the most of the moment.
“She’s mine, got that?” I snarled once more, grinding my heel down. “You tell that to your little friends too.”
And Slim nodded like a fucking bobblehead doll.
“Yes, yes, she’s yours. She’s yours!”
My eyes bored into his for a moment longer before finally letting go. And gasping for breath, Slim crawled out of the cell on hands and knees, wheezing like an asthmatic. Pathetic. Fucking pathetic.
Once the shuffling, I settled back in my bed.
Laney.
She was the only thing on my mind, haunting me like a phantom. Her inexplicable beauty. Her sweet ways, combined with a lusty, curvy body.
Fuck, what guy wouldn’t be entranced.
Next week couldn’t come soon enough.
But my inner voice spoke then.
Careful, it warned. You’re in fucking prison. Stay smart.
That was true. This wasn’t your regular romance. It wasn’t even your regular suck and fuck. Because my MO is to use the female, and then sayonara. There was no need to hang out. Shit, some of those ladies probably didn’t even want me to hang out, they just wanted my money.
But something told me that Laney was different. She was so fuckign young, and the young ones can be trouble.
Because they have hopes and dreams.
Expectations, even.
Fuck me.
Even in jail, it was still the same old shit.
But for now, there was nothing to be done about that right now. All I wanted was more Laney, on my dick stat.
Fuck!
Horny as fuck, I reached into my pocket, fingers tightening around something soft and slippery. A grin washed over my face as realization hit.
Because these were her damp panties.
Oh yeah, after eating that snatch in the library bathroom, I helped her out of the panties and stuffed them into my pocket.
“What?” she’d protested, eyes wide. “I need those!”
“Not as much as I need them,” was my growl. “Go on sweetheart. Go out there with a bare pussy, it’s gonna be fine. No one will know, just me.”
And Laney had been shocked for sure, trembling and still in the bathroom. But I’d helped pull that skirt down, finishing with a slap on the big rump.
“No pantylines,” I rumbled, bending to press a kiss to her throat. “It’s better this way, see?”
And she’d murmured in return, twisting her head to catch my mouth in a kiss.
Fuck, that kiss had been mindblowing. Better than the pussy sex we’d had just minutes earlier, absolutely scorching my soul. But there was no time to think about it now.
Because I was in need. And her panties were right here, in my fist.
Unable to resist, I lifted the lace to my nose, taking a whiff.
God.
That was good – real good. Pungent. Sweet yet musky. All female.
I took another hit, feeling like an addict who couldn’t control himself and maybe that’s exactly what I was. After all, how was I supposed to resist a sexy little nymph like Laney? She was fucking irresistible, sweet and horny at once. A smile like an angel, but a body like a porn star. What more could a man want?
Inside the jumpsuit, my cock came to life. The tip rubbed against the rough fabric, making things fucking uncomfortable.
Figuring no one would walk into my cell after what I did to Slim, I unzipped, pulling out my massive cock. It twitched in my hand, eager to plunge inside of Laney’s wet folds. To destroy her virginity. To make her mine once and for all.
Fuck yeah, the tip seeped with hot, sticky sperm, already anticipating that sweet body, hard veins pounding.
And fuck.
I still couldn’t believe she was a virgin.
Either Laney was hard to get or every man on this planet was a goddamn fool.
But for now, she was mine. That curvy image danced behind my eyelids, hips swinging from side to side. Those big brown eyes beckoned, sparkling with life and laughter.
And of course, my dick leaked in response, the hot spill wetting my hand.