“Is everything alright in there?” I hear the guard asking from the other side of the door, his voice like a punch to my gut. Lucien doesn’t even blink; he presses his naked body against me, sliding his hands under my shirt and running them up to my breasts.
“Yes…” I say, trying to speak between breaths. “I… I just dropped something!” I manage to say, hoping the guard has as much interest in doing his job right now as I have in doing mine. I wait for a few heartbeats, all of me melting as Lucien squeezes my breasts, but the guard doesn’t respond back. I breathe out deeply, feeling as if I’ve just dodged a bullet. “We have to… be quiet,” I tell Lucien, my chest rising and falling at a fast rhythm.
“We’ll try,” he corrects me, letting go of my breasts and sliding his hands down to my waist. Grabbing me harshly, he makes me turn around abruptly and then, his forearm across my back, he bends me over the stretcher. I grit my teeth, choking down a moan as I feel his cock pressed tight between my ass cheeks, over the loose fitting fabric of my pants.
He pushes my hair over my shoulder, and then leans in, his lips on my neck. My skin prickles as I feel his mouth on my skin, his kisses as tender as they are dangerous. His hands pressed tight against the flesh on my waist, he slowly runs them down, pushing my pants down just a few inches, enough for my thong to show.
I shiver as I feel him tracing the contour of my small thong, his finger slowly moving across my buttock. He’s moving slowly, seductively, but he’s like a coiled spring—ready to burst at any time. And that’s exactly what happens. Without any warning, he breathes
out sharply against my neck and, abruptly grabbing my pants and underwear at the same time, he pushes them down my legs and to my knees. I half expect him to smack me across the buttocks, but that’s not what he does. Instead, he pulls back and goes down to his knees, the palm of his hands resting against the curve of my ass.
He spreads my cheeks apart and then squeezes them hard, my body leaning further against the stretcher. Then, spreading his fingers, he pushes my buttocks up, making me go on tiptoes; before I can even process what’s happening, he lunges at me, burying his face between my thighs and under my ass. A slight moan leaves my lips as he presses his mouth against my pussy, hurriedly sucking on my folds as I become wetter than ever.
I let my head down, my forehead pressed against the thin mattress as I choke down a moan, biting hard on the sheets. He keeps devouring me, not caring if I moan or if I don’t. He’s fearless, not a single worry on his mind. To be honest, the more he keeps sucking my pussy, the less I worry about being caught. It just seems so unimportant right now. What does it all matter when my body is burning with pleasure, the most perfect man I have ever met savoring me?
Not only does he know how to handle his long thick member, he sure knows how to drive a woman completely insane with just his mouth. Jabbing with his tongue, he parts my labia and slides his finger inside of me, viciously licking me as I picture my juices dripping down his chin.
“Oh, God…” I mutter, my hands curled tight around the bars on the stretcher. I’m grabbing them so tightly my knuckles have turned white, all my muscles tensing up as I succumb to his mouth. The sheets between my teeth, I manage to stop myself from screaming, my body shaking as I come violently. Even so, a throaty moan makes itself heard, luckily muffled by the mattress. Careless as he is, I still expected him to ease up, knowing that the guard is waiting for him right on the other side of the door. Of course, I should know him better by now: instead of slowing down, he goes even harder, sucking and licking in a vicious chain of perfectly matched movements.
My muscles are still twitching when he places one arm around my waist, his hand going down to between my legs and searching for my clitoris. The moment his fingers find it, all hell breaks loose inside of me. I come again, just seconds after my first orgasm, and this time I have to bite my own forearm in order not to scream. I don’t even feel a thing, pleasure obfuscating everything but that mind numbing delight that rages through my veins. My eyes shut tight; I feel a tear falling down my face. This is actually the first time in my life this has happened, crying from ecstasy.
Lucien pulls back from me then, and I fight past the weakness in my muscles to look over my shoulder at him. He goes up to his feet slowly, my juices glistening on his chin. Looking at me with burning intent, he wipes my fluids from his face with the back of his hand, and then pushes my shirt up my arms. I hold my breath as he unclasps my bra and then takes it off of me, my hard nipples aching to feel his touch. Almost as if he could read my mind, he squeezes both my tits hard, pinching my nipples between his fingers and pulling on them until I have to focus again in order to remain quiet.
“You really want to scream, don’t you?” he asks me, leaning into me and pinching harder. I can’t even speak right now, so I just nod. “No, this is nothing. Let me make you really want to scream.”
With that, he grabs his cock and presses it between my legs, brushing it against my folds. I thrust back by instinct, wanting to feel him inside of me at once, but he keeps still, ignoring the urgency in my movement. He lets his hands go down my legs and, grabbing them just under my knees, he forces me up onto the stretcher. I let him lift my body up, my knees resting over the mattress as I go on all fours. With his arm around my waist, he pulls, angling my body so that his cock is once again right where it belongs: on my pussy.
This time, he doesn’t tease or torture me. He simply thrusts, his shaft piercing me and making thunder and lightning explode inside of me.
Be quiet, be quiet, I ask of myself, repeating the words over and over again inside my head, almost like a prayer. Somehow, I manage to do it, my teeth gritted as Lucien starts to thrust. Each time his cock goes deep inside of me I see fireworks behind my eyelids, my body a time bomb ready to go off against at any minute.
He grabs my hair with one hand, turning his wrist around and curling my locks around his fingers, and then yanks my head back. My back arches as he pulls on me, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. With his free hands, he grabs my ass, squeezing viciously on my flesh with his spread fingers. His thumbs rest close to my crack, the pressure of it around my anus almost too much to bear. Maybe he realizes the way his touch is driving me crazy, since he moves his hand over my ass, his thumb dangerously drawing close to my anus.
Who knew that I’d end up like this, on all fours on top of a stretcher while an inmate fucks me roughly? I didn’t, not by a long shot. But somehow, here we are, Lucien's cock demolishing my pussy and taking control over all of my senses. It’s unfair; why did he show up in my life like this? Why couldn’t we have met in a bar? Why couldn’t he be a regular man? I know I don’t like answering my own questions, but I have an answer to this one—if Lucien was a regular man it just wouldn’t be the same. It’s his dark aura of violence and coiled power that draws me in, and the kindness I know lies deep inside of him seals the deal for me. I have no illusions; I know he’s no saint, but he also isn’t the devil the police and the courts painted him as. Call me naive, but I believe him. Of course, I might be slightly biased, since I’m falling for him. Yes, I said it. I’m falling for Lucien. And right now, our bodies acting as one, that feeling is becoming stronger than ever.
I breathe out deeply, a weak moan leaving my mouth as he thrusts deep inside me. I’m close, so close that I can almost taste ecstasy on my tongue. He knows that and, deciding to make my body burst with pleasure, he presses the tip of his thumb against my anus. The instant he does it, I explode, my pussy tightening around his shaft like a vice while my arms grow weak and I go down to my elbows. I remain frozen in place like that, my nipples burning as electricity runs through every single nerve ending in my body.
Lucien slides out me slowly, and I collapse on top of the mattress, my body too spent to carry on. Oh, what am I saying? It doesn’t matter if I’m exhausted. My time with Lucien is as limited as it gets, and I refuse to let it go to waste.
Something takes hold of me and I turn on my heels and, with cat like movements, I place my hands on Lucien's shoulders and push him back. I pressure his shoulders, forcing him to go down; he obliges, lowering his body and going down to his knees. The moment he’s there I push him, laying him across the floor, and climb on top. He grabs my ass immediately, cupping my cheeks as I sit across his thighs; with one hand I grab his cock, pointing it upward. Breathing as slowly as I can, I ease myself down, his cock sliding inside of me once more. It pierces me to the hilt, his glans pressed hard against my insides.
I lean forward, my hair falling down my shoulders as I stare into his eyes. Unblinking, I start to rock my body, swaying my hips over his cock under the guidance of his hands.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” I tell him, my heart suddenly feeling tight inside my chest. It doesn’t matter how I feel toward him, ours is a forbidden romance. Sure, it might get the adrenaline flowing, but what about the future? What about when I’m alone in my bed, my body crying out for him? He places his hand on my cheek, a gentle smile on his lips, and my heart starts to melt.
“Me too, Kerri,” he simply says, the words as genuine as they could ever be. Raising his head, he reaches for my mouth, softly pressing his lips against mine. We kiss softly, our touch electric but gentle. This is Lucien. He can be rough and dominant, and the next very moment he turns into the sweetest man. His lips on mine, I feel all anxieties about the future melting away, and my mind gets back on track, focused only on what’s happening right now.
I close my eyes, my body swaying softly as he thrusts slightly, his cock moving in and out of me at a gentle pace. We go on like that for seconds, minutes, hours—I don’t know and I don’t care. Here with him I’m lost and, at the same time, I’m found. Time is unimportant.
Our rhythm grows into a crescendo, my hips moving eagerly against his as I feel that familiar fire burning inside of me. With one hand on my ass and the other grabbing my right breast, he rocks his body against mine, his movements matching my own. For a change, I’m the one leading the charge right now, but I hold no illusions: I’m only leading because he’s allowing me to do it. True to his nature, he doesn’t allow that to last.
One arm around my lower back, he hooks his fingers on my waist and, with a sudden movement, rolls me to the side. In the blink of an eye he’s on top of me, my back flattening against the floor.
His cock never leaves my pussy and, as soon he settles into position, he starts to thrust again. I part my legs as wide as I can, willing him to go as deep as possible. Crossing them over his lower back, I pull into him, urging him to go faster and faster.
Ravaging me in abandonment, Lucien starts to kiss me, his hungry lips on mine. I open my mouth, my tongue pushing against his in a frenzied dance of lust. I place my hand behind his head, grabbing a handful of his hair as our bodies mesh into one another.
He never eases the pace, relentlessly ramming his cock into me until all my sense of self begins to dilute. I feel my pussy starting to contract and, before I can prepare for it, I’m coming. My legs become tense, hooking him in and not allowing him to move as I bury my fingernails on his back, harshly enough to draw blood.