Page 15 of Jealous Convict

Her stunning blue eyes are wide with excitement and anticipation. I pull down my zipper, reach into my briefs and grab my swollen dick in one hand.

Bringing it close, I rub the underside of the crown over her lips.

She gasps, flicks her tongue timidly beneath my crown, then attempts to pull me into her mouth.

It’s a shy and untested move but her attempts make me so damn hard I see stars. Or maybe it’s the fiery ball of flame caused by the latest explosion.

The smell of smoke trails faintly into the room but I’m too far gone to care. I need inside my kitten and not even the fires of hell are going to stop me.

She flicks her little tongue again and I hiss and pull away before I ejaculate all over her pretty face. “Jesus. I can’t wait to show you how to blow me, baby. But not yet.”

She makes a hungry sound in her throat and my shaft bobs eagerly.

I pull back further before I make a fool of myself. “My first load in five years isn’t going anywhere else but in that pink, untouched hole, Kitty.”

She squirms as I shove her skirt up and rip her white cotton panties free.

And there she is, the cutest little bush covering the pretty pink petals of her pussy lips. It glistens invitingly with her arousal and it’s all I can do not to fall on her and devour her like the ravenous beast she’s turned me into.

But it’s her first time, I remind myself.

Go. Slow.

I grip her knees as gently as my rough, shaking hands will allow and pry them apart, meeting a little resistance as she continues to blush tomato red. “That’s right, open up for me, pretty girl. Let Daddy see the priceless treasure you’ve kept just for him.”

Her petals part for me and shudder. “Oh sweet fuck. You’re perfect.” I can barely get the words out of a throat clogged with wonder at her perfection.

I think of everything that’s happened, how I almost refused the warden’s request, how she could’ve fallen through my fingers and into the clutches of some demented asshole.

I think of everyone out there in the world who’d seen my beautiful princess, thought of touching her, tasting her.

A red haze of jealousy washes over my eyes.

I circle the pad of my thumb over her damp hole. “Has anyone touched you here before, little kitten?” I bark after a long sustained inhale.

She shakes her head. “No.”

My touch drags lower, over her pink puckered flesh. “How about here?” I growl, the very idea making me homicidal.

“No, Daddy.”

Thank fuck. I’m still slightly unhinged at the idea of any man or woman getting their hands on what’s mine. But I can’t think about that now or I’ll go insane.

I’m already torn apart by the idea of the months separating us before I’m a free man. How the fuck am I going to survive?

“No one but you, Daddy,” she says, her voice so damn soft and sweet, I want to weep.

“Good girl. And no one ever will. Promise me.”

“I promise. No one. Ever.”

I surge forward, bury my tongue between her legs and take a big gulp of her sweetness. It’s not enough. I’m accepting that I’ll never get enough of her as long as I live.

One cry tumbles from her as I taste her, then another. Another.

Her back arches, her fingers scrambling on the desk as pleasure sweeps over her.

Outside the rioting grows nearer, sparking a touch of anxiety at the base of my spine. But it’s still not enough to make me stop. Nothing will until I’ve made my gorgeous kitten come on my tongue for the first time.

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