5
This time, the guard drops me off in the conjugal trailer before Damon arrives. I take the opportunity to position myself to best advantage, reclined across the bed with my low-cut top hanging just at the edge of my bra, low enough to reveal the lace, and my tight skirt hiked around my thighs, barely long enough to conceal my pussy. I skipped the panties again. I’m learning what Damon likes.
The moment the door opens and Damon steps inside, his dark eyes jump straight to me and remain fixed there. I purposefully, slowly uncross and cross my legs, drawing his attention to my long, sleek, bare legs. His mouth quirks into an appreciative grin, even as the guard cracks a joke about him having more than his due share of fun this week, then shuts the door behind Damon.
“Excited to see me, little fiancée?” he asks, his voice low as he steps forward into the room.
In response I push to my feet and step toward him, letting my gaze sweep over his body the same way he’s studying me. Sure enough, there’s already a bulge growing in his pants. I smirk and glance back up at him, hips cocked. “Not as excited as you are to see me, it seems,” I reply.
He mirrors me, stepping closer as well, until there’s barely an inch of air between us. It hums with energy, with all the pent-up lust we’re both holding back, barely. His smile turns feral as he reaches out, fingertips an inch away from my hip, where they hover without quite touching me, making my body ache for his warm, rough touch. “I beg to differ, darling.” He bends down, until his lips are a centimeter from my neck, and breathes in deeply. “Mm. I can smell how excited you are from here.”
My cheeks go red-hot. Because, of course, just his mere proximity already has me wet as hell, thinking about what he did to me last time. Wondering what he’ll do this time.
But I have business here. I need to keep my head on straight. I tilt my head to meet his gaze, smiling, our lips inches apart. “I want real information today, Damon. No more hints and half-clues. None of this ‘the money is in the same county where I left it.’ Tell me what I want to know.”
To my surprise, Damon smiles right back at me and nods. “I will, Ashley. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know… As long as you make it worth my while.”
I lift one eyebrow. I’ve heard this before. “What do you want, exactly?”
“Simple.” He steps back, and for a moment, I gasp in air, trying to clear my head.
That doesn’t last long. Because his hands have shifted to the clasp of his prison-issued pants, and he’s undoing them slowly, gaze still boring into mine. “Ever since you begged me to make you come with that sexy mouth of yours, I’ve wanted to feel those big lips wrapped around my cock.” He undoes the zipper, and pushes his pants down his legs. His boxers slide after, and his cock springs free, already rock-hard.
My eyes widen as I take him in. Not only is he ripped, with that sexy V of muscle pointing straight toward his cock, but he’s hung, too. Long and thick, curved slightly upward at the tip, a bead of precum glistening, practically begging for me to lick it off. The scent of sex, already thick in the air from both of us sweating at the sight of each other, seems to grow thicker. All I can think about is him, his juicy cock, and how badly I want to drop to my knees and wrap my lips around him. I want to feel him in my mouth, to see how deep I can take him. Whether I can handle him.
“What do you say, dirty girl? Do have a deal, Ms. Marrón?”
I catch his eye. Study the feral lust written all over his face, his sheer desire for me. “We have a deal, Mr. Tell.” With that, I grab the sheet off the bed and whip it off. Dump it in a pile at his feet and fall to my knees on top of it, cushioned from the hard floor of the trailer.
He sucks in a sharp breath when I wrap my fist around the base of his cock, tracing his length with my hand first. He’s so thick that I have to reach up with my other hand to fit all the way around him. I trace his length, back and forth, slow at first, and lean down to flick my tongue across the head of his cock, licking off that delicate little pearl of cum.
“Hungry girl,” he murmurs, as his hands find my hair and dig through it, tightening into fists around my locks.
I grin and spread my lips to slowly inch him into my mouth. He hasn’t seen anything yet.
“That’s right,” Damon says, low in the back of his throat. “Take my cock in your tight little mouth.”
I open my jaw wide to slowly inch him deeper, teasing. But he’s having none of my slow moves. He grips my hair tighter and thrusts his hips forward an inch, pushing his shaft deeper into my throat. I tighten my fists around the base of his cock and relax my jaw, savoring the soft, velvet feel of his cock gliding across my tongue, and the hardness of his shaft under that soft skin. At the same time, I dig my tongue up against the underside of him, and smile to myself when I hear him moan, and feel his cock shudder between my lips.
“Deeper, Ashley. Suck my cock like you’re hungry for it.”
He pushes against me, his cock pressing farther back into my mouth than I’d ever let any of my previous boyfriends go. For a moment, I struggle to open my mouth wider, to keep my eyes from watering. But then I feel his hands loosen in my hair, go almost gentle, as he whispers, “Relax.”
So I do. I let my body go; let him take control. And he does. He thrusts into my mouth until the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, and I moan against him, automatic. My voice vibrates around him, makes him gasp and draw back, then thrust between my lips again, his tip pressing down my throat a little. I struggle to catch my breath, and he runs his hands through my hair again.
“That’s it. Take it all in that sexy mouth of yours. Take my whole fucking cock, Ashley.”
He draws back for just long enough to let me catch my breath, and this time when he presses forward again, his tip slides down my throat, and my lips touch the base of his cock, my eyes widening.
I didn’t know I could do this. I didn’t know I could t
ake a cock as big as his. Part of me, a bigger part than I care to admit, thrills with pride at the thought. I used to not be sure about blowjobs—usually it felt like a chore. But with Damon it’s hot as hell—like a contest. A game. And I’m winning it.
“Fuck, Ash, you are such a dirty little girl,” Damon murmurs, and I love that sound. The sound of him losing control to me.
He draws back, and I reach around to grip his ass with both of my hands as we find our rhythm—me rocking back and forth on my knees, keeping my lips clamped tight around his thick shaft, and him thrusting against me, his hips colliding with my face with each thrust, his cock spearing deep into my throat every time. It takes effort to keep my mouth open wide, my jaw relaxed, but it’s worth it for every peek I steal up at his face, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, his mouth open in distraction, and his chiseled body hard with anticipation in between thrusts.
“I’m going to come in your throat, Ashley. I’m going to make you swallow my cum, every last drop.”
I moan around him in agreement, and that makes his cock jump inside my mouth, the flat plane of his abs tensing as he starts to near his edge. I dig my tongue up against his underside and keep moving my lips around him, making him grit his teeth and groan through them.
“Fuck,” he hisses one last time, and with a sharp inhale, he starts to come. “That’s it, take it, swallow it all,” he gasps, and I suck his cock hard, milking every last drop.
He tastes the same way he smells—animalistic, all salt and a heady, hot scent that makes me go weak at the knees. I can’t get enough of the taste, and even after he stops coming, I keep licking his cock, cleaning every drop of cum from him, until finally he reaches down and tilts my chin up so I pause long enough to meet his eyes.
“You are dangerously fucking good at that, do you know that?” he asks, a dark chuckle underlying his tone.
I can’t help it. I grin up at him, pleased. “Do you want me to try again?” I ask, leaning forward to flick my tongue across the tip of his cock. To my surprise, he’s already starting to get hard again, or at least not softening all the way. Those dark eyes of his are still locked on mine, boring into me, and I wonder if it’s the sight of me kneeling at his feet that has him hardening once more already.