Page 4 of My Favorite Temptation

He always managed to make me feel better. He was always so empathetic, caring, and protective. I still remember the night I spent reading and rereading one of his letters in particular, so many times that passages still stick in my brain.

“I wish I could keep you safe from all of this,” he wrote. “I wish I could be there to protect you. You deserve good things, Bella. The best.”

Coming from him, I almost believe it.

I sigh as I shove my pants and underwear down my thighs, stepping into a new pair of panties. The novelty of these emotions will wear off soon, I’m sure. Plus, it isn’t like he’s going to be staying here for very long. Maybe a month at most. I just have to ignore my desire until then.

My resolve hardened and my bottoms changed, I flop down on my bed. In the spirit of staying true to my word, I shoot a text to my boss to ask for updates from the clinic. Then I get on Instagram, intent on scrolling through my feed for the next few hours. I’m only able to like a few posts before I hear Walker calling my name from the next room.

I don’t recognize the tone in his voice, but it sounds like he might be hurt. I get up and run to the next room, flinging his door open without knocking.

I’m not sure what I was expecting to find, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Chapter 3

Walker

As soon as Bella leaves my room, I breathe a sigh of disappointed relief. The entire time I was alone with her, my cock got increasingly harder. And, while I miss her presence and am anxious because she isn’t in my sight, I’m glad to be able to take care of my aching dick. Protecting her is bound to be difficult.

Bella shut my door when she left, and I don’t even think to lock it before lying back on my bed and unceremoniously shoving my jeans and boxers down. My rock hard member jumps free, landing against my stomach with a heavy slap. A groan escapes my mouth when I wrap my hand around my leaking member.

I work myself over fast with a tight grip like I did when I was in prison. There wasn’t any privacy there, and jerking off was something we were only able to do when we found a rare moment when our cellmate was somewhere else. Usually, I forced myself to be silent too, but now that I don’t have to worry about being overheard by a guard, I’m not so careful.

Precum bubbles to the tip when I imagine Bella’s gorgeous body – those huge tits, that round ass. I damn near reached out for a handful when she was in front of me. Sliding my thumb through the fluid, my eyes roll back and I moan, quiet and deep. I’d do anything to slide my cock between those cheeks. Or maybe I’d fuck her from behind, pushing her face into the pillows while I piston my hips at an animalistic speed.

“Shit,” I grit out, fucking my fist with reckless abandon, imagining the way her ass would jiggle with every thrust. “Fuck. Fuck... BELLA!”

I slam my mouth closed, praying she didn’t hear that. I can’t seem to stop the motion of my hand, though. The Bella in my fantasy moans my name back, meeting each roll of my hips. I’m so lost in my own mind that I don’t hear my bedroom door open.

“Oh my god!” Bella, the real Bella, says. “I’m sorry. I thought –”

My eyes snap to her, to the awestruck look on her face. Those pretty, perfect lips are parted and her cheeks are bright pink. She’s frozen in place, her gaze stuck on where I’m still stroking myself. Now that the object of my desires is here, stopping feels impossible.

“You don’t have to leave,” I tell her, lust clouding my better judgment. “You can watch if you want.”

Her mouth closes as she nods. It’s an aborted jerky motion, full of both conviction and uncertainty. She fidgets in place, and I catch the way her thighs clench together. It seems like she’s into this, too.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” The words slip out of me without my permission, but the look on her face tells me she likes the praise. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your tits and ass. Your body is perfect.”

“Yours is, too,” Bella whispers, her words only egging me on. “I’ve never seen someone so attractive in real life before.”

“You ever see one of these in person?” I ask, needing to confirm my suspicions.

“No,” she murmurs, confirming that she’s a virgin, untouched by anyone else as she takes the smallest step forward. “It’s so big.”

“Only for you, baby,” I groan as another glob of precum bubbles over. When Bella’s tongue wets her bottom lip, I buck up into my hand, saying, “It’d feel even bigger inside of you.”

“I… I don’t think it would fit,” she replies, continuing to creep forward.

“Sure it would,” I say, gasping as she grips her thighs. “I might have to stretch you out a little and go slow, but it would fit.”

She nods again, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Now that she’s closer, I can see that her pupils are completely blown, turning her already dark eyes into inky pools. God, I want to see them gazing up at me while I take her apart on my cock.

“You want –” I start, the question cut off by her phone ringing in her back pocket.

She blinks once, twice; and, just like that, the moment breaks, and the spell we were under dissolves. I let go of myself as she fishes out her cell, gritting my teeth at the loss of contact. When she looks at the screen, she clears her throat and shakes her head.

“Sorry,” she squeaks out, unable to look at me. “It’s my boss.”

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