Prison Fling Page 7

  Because that smile took my breath away.

  How amazing. Like sunlight breaking out from behind the clouds, my cold heart cracking open just a little.

  “Yo,” simpered Silky, coming over to stand next to me. “Good times huh?”

  I turned to him with a cold stare.

  “Excuse me?”

  His cheeks got red.

  “Ju-just saying,” he stammered. “Never mind.”

  And with that, the albino beat feet, realizing he’d encountered a fucking bear. Because shit. No one was gonna talk about my girl that way. Hell if I let anyone here even taste her name on their lips.

  And with a grim expression, I strode back to my cell. But as soon as I was alone on my thin mattress, Laney invaded my thoughts once more.

  I could still smell, taste, and hear her.

  The breathy gasps.

  The way her breasts rose and fell, tips hard with need.

  How the nectar gushed between her legs, lube for the natural next step.

  Because I was gonna take, for sure. She was mine to own and possess, only mine.

  In reaction, my cock grew between my legs, straining against the fabric of my jumper.

  Fuck. I needed to do something to relieve this pressure.

  But not so fast. Because the puzzles were endless too. Laney had been a virgin? Shit, really? I thought virgins were like unicorns these days. Girls lost it so early that there was no female untouched, not in my circle at least.

  But I’d found one right here at the San Nemo, no less.

  How did I get so lucky?

  How could such a breathtaking woman be a virgin?

  Here, of all places?

  It seemed impossible.

  But no, it was true. I’d tasted that snatch myself, run my tongue over her hymen. It was intact. Were other guys out there blind and stupid? Had to be, seeing that she’d never ridden a dick before.

  Hell. Maybe they couldn’t get it up and Laney was smart enough to save herself from a disappointing experience with a lesser male.

  Maybe she craved an alpha cock, something hard, thick and glorious.

  Fuck yeah.

  Right up my alley.

  I’d be happy to do the honors.

  And the cherry on top? Laney had a good heart. Why else would she be volunteering at a prison? Not many people would have the altruism to do such a thing, especially when it didn’t pay anything. Back in the old days, charity was shit to me. Philanthropy? What was that? I would rather spend my money whoring and gambling.

  Laney, however, was different. You could tell she was. It was written in her eyes. The way she looked at us with interest and respect. There was no judgment. She saw us as people, not fucking pigs like the guards did. She was truly giving every single one of us a second chance.

  The girl was an angel.

  Well, an angel that was also sexy as fuck.

  I grunted.

  I wanted to do something special for her. She deserved it. Hell, she deserved the whole world and if I were on the outside, it would have been no trouble. One snap of my fingers, and baubles, clothes, even real estate would appear.

  But fuck, I was trapped here. What could I do? I really doubted she’d enjoy a gift of some folded prison uniforms. Yeah, that would be totally romantic.

  Fuck.

  My anger grew.

  I should have been out of here already. I shouldn’t have been in this shithole in the first place.

  And when I got out, there would be hell to pay. Everyone who conspired against me? They’d scream and cry, wishing they’d never been born.

  But still, that was for the future. Right now, I was stuck here. So what next? What could I do for Laney?

  Suddenly, a light patter of feet interrupted my thoughts.

  I lifted my head and to my surprise, Silky Slim was standing at the doorway. Again. This guy was a glutton for punishment. What the hell?

  “What do you want?” I asked in a surly voice. His eyes were bloodshot and skin even more translucent than usual. The albino was practically see-through at this point, the maze of veins on his face making him look like a haunted skeleton.

  “Just thought I would drop by,” he giggled, bony frame shaking with the effort. “You know, to spend time with my buddy. We’re buddies, aren’t we? I mean, I have a whole chapter about you in my book. Mason Evercore, King of San Nemo peni-peni ….” He struggled with the five-syllable word like a fish out of water.

  “Penitentiary.”

  “That’s it! That’s it!” The albino nodded so hard I feared his neck would snap. At least if Slim ever grew bored of writing his novel, he would make one hell of a bobble doll. “It has a nice ring to it, don’t it? You might want to consider putting it on your resume.”

  I snorted rudely. What did this shit-for-brains know about resumes? Please. Motherfucker has never seen a resume in his life.

  I growled.

  “If you just came in here to spew crap about resumes then you better get packing. I don’t have time for this.”

  “Oh?” Slim’s eyes went wide. He rocked on his heels, like an excited child waiting for ice cream. I was starting to think there was something seriously wrong with this guy. Like he was dropped on his head as a kid or something. “Why, are you busy Mason?”

  I tossed my legs over the side of the bed and sat up.

  “Yes,” was my growl. “Get the fuck out.”

  But Slim just doesn’t know when to stop.

  “You want me to leave so you can jerk off, thinking about that Laney girl, right?” he hissed sibilantly. “You and every other guy in this place hahaha!” he chortled. Then dropping his voice, the man spoke in a whisper. “If you ask me, she’s a little fat right? Like massive badunk-a-dunk? Some of the other dudes like it though. You should hear some of the shit they’ve been saying in the showers – “

  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 probab
ly 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.

  Aw yeah. As my fantasies intensified, I wrapped her panties around my shaft, enjoying the soft slide of silk. Aw fuck, is this what her pussy would feel like? Naw. It’d be even better, hot and wet, with a thousand g’s of suck force.

  I went slow at first, wanting the movement to last, enjoying the silk brushing against the stiff length. Pausing for a moment, I rubbed the lace against my tip, getting it nice and sensitive.

  And after just thirty seconds, my pole shook involuntarily. I was harder than I’d been in a long time, even with a woman in bed. Shit, that’s what Laney did to me.

  Clenching my jaw, my eyes shut on their own, hand becoming a vise. Aw, fuck yeah. That sweet pussy spread open, the hole winking with nectar. The way she’d moan when I slipped it in, big boobies bobbling as she was fucked for the first time. The way she’d call my name.

  “Mason, Mason!”

  Oh shit. I picked up the pace, stroking myself harder and faster, fingers tight around my shaft. My back twisted on the thin mattress, thighs and abs clenching with lust. Laney. My sweet Laney. The one with the constantly wet snatch, her drenched panties our little secret.

  And it didn’t take much more than that. Somehow, my sweet little girl has me wrapped around her finger even when she’s not here. Because with a jerk of my hips and a wrenching grunt, it happened. Sperm spilled all over my hand, cockpole twitching and thrusting desperately, the bubbly white everywhere. On my hand. On my mattress. On the wall, I’d shot like a fucking bb gun.

  Oh yeah, Mr. Happy wanted to be in her. It wanted to make a deposit in the sweet female’s interior, that fertile pussy channel sucking it all up.

  But for now, this was all I had. That, and the sweet sound of her voice in my mind. The smile on those curving lips, innocent and giving.

  Fuck.

  I was so fucked.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Laney

  I stared at my computer screen, trying to write. For a few days, I’d been dragging my feet with this article. Honestly, who cared about Disney Land? Who cared about which animated character was getting top billing? People are still going to visit the amusement park no matter what. Sometimes, it felt like my boss liked to give me nothing more than busy work.

  It was so stupid.

  I minimized the document and switched to my browser, scanning some of my sources.

  It took me no more than two minutes to get bored.

  Sometimes, I really hated being a reporter.

  Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. And Mason materialized immediately.

  Oh god.

  My tongue swept out involuntarily, licking my lips.

  My nipples stiffened, insides going hot.

  Because it’s really hard to write an article when there’s a gorgeous billionaire plaguing your every waking thought. It is even harder when just thinking about him gets you incredibly wet and horny.

  Knowing I had a deadline to meet, I tried to push him out of my mind.

  Focus. Focus. If I didn’t turn this in on time, my editor would kill me. My two previous assignments had already been late. Shit. It was go time, and I glanced at the clock.

  7:54 p.m. already? Shit. Shit. Shit. There was no way I was going to get this done by midnight.

  Oh crap.

  Getting up, I began to pace around the room nervously. My hands ran trails through my hair, even as the blood began flowing through my veins. I could do this. I could do this.

  If only Mason would get out of my head!

  But how could I stop thinking about him after what we did?

  I slumped back into my chair, replaying the moment in my head.

  Oh god. It was so wrong.

  And yet unbelievably good.

  Because I’d let the alpha lick and taste my pussy. Not only that, we did it in a dirty prison bathroom. What the hell was I thinking?

  But the thing is, how was I supposed to deny him? Mr. Evercore was so commanding. He had a way of pulling me in like a moth to a flame. And I’d been into it for sure. I’d screamed his name, grasping at his shoulders, begging for more.

  What kind of a girl did that make me?

  I’ve always thought of myself as a good girl. I kept out of trouble and managed to avoid ugly relationships. But suddenly, here I was, pining over an inmate. Not only that, but he’d made me feel so good. I couldn’t deny that.

  In fact, my feet were itching to get back to the San Nemo. It didn’t make any sense, but I was dying to see him again. I wanted to feel the weight of his gaze on my body, his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck. I wanted to touch, to kiss, and to take. No limits.

  Wait, what the hell was I thinking?

  He was a prisoner. I shouldn’t want him. It was insane.

  But the truth is the truth.

  Mason Evercore.

  Just then, the phone rang.

  It was so unexpected that I blinked in confusion, cocking my head to the side, trying to figure out what was going on. Only after the third or fourth ring did I leap forwards
, grabbing the phone off my desk.

  Oh no.

  It was Jim.

  I stared at his name on the screen. Why was he calling me?

  My heart felt like it had turned to stone, threatening to drop to the ground. Jim was just a shadow of a man compared to Mason. Deep down, I knew he was the right choice, but at the same time, trying to force myself to be attracted to him was like pulling teeth. The man was a wet noodle while Mason was a live wire. They didn’t even compare.

  Still, I couldn’t just ignore the call. That’d be rude.

  Besides, Jim was a good guy and I didn’t want to be the bitchy lady.

  So here goes.

  “Hello?” I answered in a chipper tone.

  “Hey Laney,” came that meek tone.

  Oh god, here he goes with his milquetoast shit. Seriously, the guy was almost thirty and he was as timid as a four-year-old. It was damn annoying.

  “How was your day?” he asked, voice luttery.

  I rolled my eyes. It was always the same old routine. Jim would call, ask about my day, but not wait for the answer. He’d then dive into his own day, droning on and on about his work at the vet clinic or how he just beat a new level on some video game.

  “It was good,” I said, keeping my answer short. After all, I wasn’t going to tell him what I had done in the bathroom with Mason. A pang of guilt stabbed into my chest. Had I cheated? Couldn’t be right? We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend after all.

  But maybe I had.

  Oh god.

  This was so confusing.

  And yet my pussy sizzled, just thinking of Mason again.

  Jim’s voice interrupted.

  “Oh?” he asked like a chipper squirrel. “What’d you do?”

  I nearly moaned just at the memory. But that would never do, so swallowing heavily, I smiled wanly into the receiver.

  “Um, you know … work stuff. Did a bit of writing and then went down to San Nemo.”

  “That was today?” he asked. I could almost hear the frown in his voice.

  “Yes.”

  Jim was quiet for a moment. I remembered his comments about the prison the last time we went on a date. He wasn’t thrilled by the idea of me working at a correctional facility, and I appreciated the concern.

  But honestly, it wasn’t his choice to make. This is my life, and I’m a free woman. Besides, it was more than just literacy and a prison newspaper. There was Mason Evercore, and my soul thrilled at the memory.