Prison Fling Page 6

  A professional smile swept her face, including everyone in the room but me. Trying to avoid my eyes.

  But there’s nowhere to hide, little Laney.

  There’s nowhere to go.

  You’re mine.

  I didn’t have to look at the postings to know she was my mentor. After what happened last week, she wasn’t gonna stay away. Flying like a bee to honey, Laney was back for more.

  All around, men rose from their seats, chatting with one another, milling about trying to look busy. But everyone was secretly eyeing Laney, wondering how to get her attention.

  No such luck, fuckers.

  She’s all mine.

  XXX

  When everyone was settled and Laney was alone, I made my move.

  Silently, I crept up behind her, enjoying the back door view. She truly did have an ass that was out of this world.

  Fuck.

  If only we were anywhere but here. God, if we were back at my penthouse suite and she was bent over like that… I’d have her screaming in seven seconds flat. No, faster than that. I smirked, picturing how my handprint would look, red and angry on her cheeks.

  My cock stirred at the thought.

  Fuck.

  How did she manage to rile me up so badly? Usually, I was so in control of my lust, but with her, it felt more like an insatiable hunger I’d never be able to quell. Or maybe I could, I’d just need to taste her right from the source. Bend her back, spread her legs, lift her hips, and drink my fill. All night long.

  But now wasn’t the time. I had an impression to make. She needed to want me. To crave me. I had to make myself irresistible – the King among paupers.

  I cleared my throat.

  The brunette turned around so quickly that her heel snagged on the edge of a tile, making her lose her balance.

  Her mouth opened, eyes horrified, but no noise came out.

  Fortunately, I was right there.

  In a flash, my arms shot out, catching that sweet form before she could fall. Oomph! She landed with a thud against my hard chest, breasts squooshed like ripe melons.

  The drew in a feeble breath, eyes wide.

  “Careful,” came my growl. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

  My arms tightened around that hourglass figure because shit, this was a real woman. One that was thick and delicious, and not the bone-thin models that liked to show up at my doorstep.

  “Oh,” the brunette started, making no effort to move away from my embrace. “I….”

  I flashed her a smile, her lips so close that I was tempted to ravish hem right there and then. I was hungry for her – no, starving – but I held my composure. I had to pull her in slowly, to play each move just right, and now wasn’t the time. I would wait for us to be alone and then she’d be mine. All mine.

  Gently, I eased my grip, supporting her by the elbows before finally letting her go.

  “Th- thank you, sir,” she stammered.

  My chest expanded.

  Sir.

  The word was so delicious on her plump pink lips. I could only imagine what it would sound like if she was on her knees before me, ready to please.

  Nervously, she pinned a brown curl behind her ear, blushing hotly again.

  “I-I guess we should begin, Mr. Evercore. You and I will be working together on the journalism aspect of the newspaper.” She gulped. “Would you like to sit?”

  I nodded, strolling over to a desk tucked away in the corner. Like a gentleman, I pulled out her chair, patiently waiting for her to take a seat.

  It took her a moment to move as if her body was still remembering how to function.

  I chuckled under my breath, amused by her innocence. It was gonna be so fun peeling back that innocence to bring out the true slut within.

  Blushing, she sat down, tucking her skirt underneath her ass.

  My brows raised, telegraphing a message.

  Are you sure that’s such a good idea, sweetheart? Given what happened last time, you wouldn’t want to get your nice skirt soaking wet, would you?

  And it was like she heard. Because blushing one more, she stood up halfway, spreading her skirt around so that that naked ass pressed against the hard plastic.

  Good girl.

  Very smart.

  Doing as your told.

  And Laney tried to be professional once more.

  “So I know we spoke a little bit about your interests when we last met, but today we have a bit more time to really get to know each other.” The girl took a deep breath while clicking her pen, prepared to take notes.

  I nodded languidly, big body relaxed.

  “Sure,” was my growl. “What would you like to know?”

  She took a deep breath before meeting my gaze.

  “What are you expecting to gain from this project?”

  The word leapt into my head.

  You.

  You, bent over screaming my name.

  You, begging me on your knees, nude.

  That was the obvious answer. It was the only reason why I was putting up with this harebrained activity in the first place. If some bald dude had walked in here recruiting for the prison newspaper, I would have given him the finger.

  Naw, no thanks.

  This goddess of a woman was what made it worth it.

  So I tried to play fair. To play nice.

  “I think that having the opportunity to learn everything you have to offer me is what I’m most after…” I spoke slowly, my voice low and seductive.

  She leaned in, feeding on my every word as her cheeks reddened. “Oh…”

  “I also wouldn’t mind learning what your skills are and using them in conjunction with mine.” I continued, enunciating my words carefully so there would be no doubt what my intentions were.

  “And…” She started but stumbled, nibbling on her bottom lip. “And… what are some of your skills?” She clicked her pen, fingers twitching.

  “I’d like to think that I’m a bit of a jack of all trades, but the most important thing is that I’m versatile. Location, topic or interest don’t matter. Whatever you need, I’m willing to satisfy.” My lips twitched. Perhaps I was taking things a little too far, but I did not care. I was enjoying the act of teasing her way too much. The sight of her squirming in her seat was just so delicious.

  My nostrils flared.

  Mmm, something smells good.

  Like honey seeping from the pot.

  Quickly, she scribbled some notes on her paper. The word ‘satisfy’ was in all capitals.

  I grinned internally.

  It was clear what was on her mind. I knew that her innocence was all just a façade. Deep down, there was a vixen lurking in her soul – one dying for release.

  “That’s great,” she breathed, still trying to remain professional. “If you don’t mind, I need to use the restroom. Excuse me.” As she spoke, her words were slurred and hurried.

  And before I could answer, the girl was on her feet, tugging her skirt down before rushing away.

  Good, little girl.

  Feel scared.

  You know what you’re up against.

  But she was gone for a while.

  What the fuck?

  We didn’t have much time together, so what the hell was going on? The second hand on the clock swept with a relentless pace, unstoppable.

  What the hell was wrong?

  We were wasting precious minutes.

  And rising like a panther, I stood.

  She was up to something.

  And I was gonna find out.

  Long strides took me past aisles of books and magazines to a hidden nook in the back. Because the library bathroom was a tiny space sequestered behind some ancient bookshelves, musty with cobwebs. Most people didn’t even know it existed.

  Laney had just walked into the perfect trap.

  And she had no idea, because when I tried the knob, it was unlocked.

  It was almost as if she wanted me to join her.

  What
a naughty, naughty girl.

  I liked that. I liked it a lot.

  In a flash, I was inside the bathroom, closing the door behind me as silently as possible, flicking the lock shut. Finally, we were alone. Truly and utterly alone.

  Fuck yeah.

  My mind whirled with the possibilities, picturing all the different positions I could put her in, testing out the flexibility of her body. But deep down, there was one thing that I wanted more than anything else. I wanted to taste her. I’d been dreaming of that honey for a week now, re-living its intoxicating flavor, horny as hell.

  And evidently, Laney had been going crazy as well. Because as I stood there, a moan sounded out.

  “Oh!” came that helpless female cry. “Oh, Mason!”

  And that was all it took. Hearing my name on her lips brought out the animal within. I broke open the door to the small stall, big body hard.

  God, what a slut.

  Because Laney stood there, skirt hiked up around her hips, cotton panties pulled to one side.

  But even worse was her hand.

  She had two fingers in her hole, juices dripping almost all the way off her elbow.

  This girl had been frigging herself, dreaming of me.

  What a slut.

  What a nasty, disgusting ho.

  I fuckin’ loved it.

  “Oh!” she screamed, eyes wide and unable to move. “Oh god, Mr. Evercore! No, don’t look at me!”

  It was too late.

  “You little slut,” I growled. “You think I’m not gonna look? Please girlie. That belongs to me,” I rasped, indicating her snatch. And in a flash, I was on my knees before her.

  “Fingers out,” was my harsh command. “Let me see that snatch.”

  She was too stunned to move.

  “Oh god!” came her mewl. “Unnh!”

  Fuck that. In one swift motion, I yanked her hand from that twat with a deep, satisfying suck. Pungent cunt aroma surrounded us then, the heat blasting my face from that dirty slit.

  “Hell yeah, sweetheart, you’re a nasty whore, aren’t you? Beg me for it.”

  Her eyes went wide, a red flush creeping up that throat.

  “What?” she gasped. “What? No!”

  But I wasn’t buying this innocent act. Because what slutty ho stops in the middle of work to frig herself in the bathroom? In a men’s prison no less? Yeah, it was all an act.

  So I was merciless.

  “Beg,” I grunted as her clit throbbed before my eyes. “Beg me for it.”

  But Laney was still doing this little girl lost thing.

  “I don’t know!” she mewled again. “I don’t know Mr. Ever --- ahhhh!”

  Because I was a fucking animal. This girl just didn’t know when to give up. So with a growl, I lunged forward and bit her clit. Oh yeah, this wasn’t some sexy lap, it wasn’t a suckle on her hardened nub. Instead, I took that giant mini-dick between my lips and bit down once, hard.

  Aw fuck. Because she squirted into my mouth then, it felt so good.

  “Unnnh!” was her desperate cry, boobies heaving. “Unnnh!”

  And shit, I had to get more of that nectar. So I bit down hard again before snaking my tongue to her hole, gathering the honey dripping there. Fuck. It tasted so good. I’d been dreaming of this all week, literally jizzing into my pants at night anticipating this encounter.

  Because hell yeah.

  We were going to get nasty right here in the library bathroom.

  Her coworkers outside, the other inmates working on their so-called prison stories.

  Shit, I had a story to tell.

  And it was getting real.

  Lapping at her steaming slit, I pulled her labia wide, revealing her insides. Aw fuck, she was beautiful. So fucking ripe and gorgeous, the ruby red walls dripping with lust. And of course, I had to take. My tongue swept over those trembling petals, lapping at her nectar, drinking it in.

  Sure enough, another gush of honey rushed down my throat, the girl in ecstasy.

  “Oh, Mr. Evercore!” she squealed, gyrating her hips. One big boobie popped out of that blouse and she mewled, squeezing and massaging. “Oh god!”

  But it got even better. Because I’m a man who owns everything, so my tongue formed into a point, and slowly, I slid it up that vaginal channel.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” came my harsh rasp. “That’s right, ride my face. Let that fuckin’ pussy get fucked.”

  But nothing with Laney is simple. Because as my tongue snaked its way inside, it hit something.

  What the?

  What the hell was this?

  An IUD? Some contraceptive device?

  But brushing against her deep inside once again, realization swept my mind.

  Because it was her hymen. Oh yeah, I’d just licked her hymen, tasting female secrets in that dirty snatch.

  Oh fuck. Oh shit shit shit. The innocence act was real. Laney was a dirty slut, for sure, but this cunt had never been breached before. It had never tasted dick, and I was thunderstruck.

  “Mr. Evercore,” she panted, looking down at me with pleading eyes. “Please don’t stop. Please, no.”

  I pulled back for a moment, just looking at her swollen, dripping glory.

  “Sweetheart, have no fear,” I rasped. “You’re getting it good.”

  And with that, I was back into her pussy, playing it like a violin. Rivulets ran down my throat, that pretty cunt giving me her all. She gyrated, hips grinding down on my face, pushing herself into it.

  “Unnh!” came her helpless squeal. “Unnnh!”

  And that was my signal. I bit down on her clit again while popping a thumb into her butt. Yeah, it’s disgusting. But you gotta take the chickadees by surprise sometimes. No slow strokes, no getting her primed or any of that shit. Naw, I shoved my finger in her butt while mouthing that pretty pussy again, and she shattered like frickin’ glass.

  “Oh Mason!” was her desperate cry, head thrown back, big boobies heaving. “Oh oh oh!”

  And shit, it was amazing. By now my dick was dripping like a faucet, soiling the inside of my jumpsuit. But did I whip it out and stick it in that snatch? Naw. This time was all about her. So instead, I just lapped at that beautiful pussy, feeling those wet walls clamp and spasm, while drilling my thumb up that back end.

  “Unnh,” she moaned again, trembling and shaking. “Unnnh.”

  And finally, it was over. I pulled back, wiping my chin with the back of my wrist while popping my thumb out. And never dropping her eyes, I stuck it in my mouth, taking a long, loving lap.

  “Oh god, Mr. Evercore!” she panted, eyes wide. “No!”

  But I shook my head.

  “Every part of you tastes good, sweet thing. And that includes this horny little ass,” I said, leaning forward to run my lips over her rim. Of course, there’d been so much pussy juice that it tasted delicious, and I paused, taking my fill.

  But every good thing has to come to an end. We’d been gone long enough. The other prisoners would start to get suspicious, not to mention her co-workers. After all, we were still in the interview phase. She was supposed to be “mentoring” me, and not riding my face in a dirty bathroom stall.

  But whatevs. All’s well that ends well. I helped the sweet thing get straightened, pulling her skirt down and even tucking a big boob back into her blouse.

  “I’ll get to this sweetheart,” I rumbled on a low rasp, dropping a swift kiss on her tip before pulling the fabric forwards. “Next time, I promise.”

  She blushed, face just inches from mine.

  “Yes, Mr. Evercore,” came that mewl. “Yes.”

  And shit, but as we exited the bathroom, I knew no one would be fooled. Laney had that just-fucked look about her, the dazed glaze in her eyes, the funny way she walked. And shit. She hadn’t even gotten dick up that puss yet. What would happen then? The brunette was gonna be limping by the time I was done.

  But it was all good. Because this is what life is about. Fucking and sucking sweet young pussy
, making the girls scream your name as they shatter. Helping them find the slut within, fulfilling their inner glory.

  But then the brunette took me by surprise.

  “Mr. Evercore,” she said, shooting me a sweet look over her shoulder as we exited. “Thank you,” came that soft mewl, the girl blushing again. “It’s not how I usually am, but thank you.”

  And something twinged in my heart then. Because I’m not a nice guy. I’m not someone who hangs out after hot sessions, holding hands and exchanging emotions. But the way Laney said “thank you,” when I should have been the one thanking her threw me off my rocker.

  Who was this girl?

  Who was this sweet thing with good manners?

  Where did she come from?

  I had to know.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Mason

  We ambled out of the bathroom just before the mentoring session ended. People were shaking hands and exchanging final words with promises about next week. With a smirk on my face, I rejoined the crowd, my composure cool and collected as if I hadn’t just tasted the sweetest thing in the world.

  A few minutes later, Laney appeared from behind the stacks, her face flushed and hair wild, but not so crazy that it gave anything away. At least, not to the point of being glaringly obvious. A few people did give her wary, sideways glances, but no one spoke a word.

  Of course, the girl didn’t look in my direction.

  It was for the best, since I could literally still smell her cunt. Oh yeah, that aroma was everywhere, wrapped around my head and into my brain. Or maybe I could smell it because it literally was smeared all over my face.

  Even better.

  I wasn’t gonna wash tonight.

  This delicious snatch smell was gonna be embedded in my pillow, her face in my dreams as I pulled one out.

  But the session was done. And obediently, Laney followed the group of journalists out the door, her steps soft and doe-like. But at the last moment, the girl glanced over her shoulder in my direction.

  And something happened then that took me by surprise.

  Because she smiled, sweet and innocent, truly dazzling before turning away.

  It wasn’t anything wrong or nefarious.

  It wasn’t like she showed me her snatch or something.

  But it was better.