Page 31 of Auctioned to the Prisoners

Once she’s fucked us all, any inhibitions she might have can be pushed until they break. Little Lory’s going to leave here a changed woman. She’ll lie alone in bed at night and dream about all the ways we made her scream. Thirty days of nonstop fucking. She’ll never have another month like it.

Touching her is like second nature now. All the uncertainty has left the room, and we slide into a kiss that is fluid and intuitive. My rough fingers explore her soft, smooth skin, trailing her nipples until they’re tight whirls just waiting for my tongue. As I suck, she grips my head, and I slide my hands inside her leggings, cupping her perfect ass and tugging her against my cock. She’s light as a feather, and when I lift her, her legs clasp my hips like a vice.

There are so many ways I could fuck her. Like a kid in a candy store, my mind swims with all the options. Against the wall, on the bed with her on her back, bent over, in my lap reverse cowgirl style. I’m greedy to watch my cock disappearing inside her. The visuals are as important as the physical act. I want to witness her expression as she takes my dick, watch it stretch her open until I’m coated with her arousal, and everything between her legs is swollen and engorged. I want full control of her body, to take what I need, confident that I can give her an orgasm unlike anything she's ever felt before. Decision made, I lower her onto the bed so she’s lying across, and I’m standing between her thighs. She’s panting already, staring at my cock, which is tenting my stupid orange pants. I peel her leggings and panties down her legs slowly, enjoying unwrapping her. When I’m done, she allows her legs to drop open, resting her feet on the mattress's edge. She’s glistening already, and I duckdown to lap at her entrance, relishing the taste of her sweet pink pussy.

The box of condoms rests on the metal nightstand, and I tear it open, finding a foil packet. My fingers vibrate as I tear it open and shove my pants down, sheathing my cock and cupping my balls. Her pussy squeezes, closing up her little hole, and I nearly nut in my fist. She was tight around my fingers. She’s going to be a vice around my thick cock.

“We’re going to take this slow,” I tell her. “I’m going to spread you open and get you ready for my friends.”

Lory makes a soft whimpering sound that’s like a tongue on my balls as I stroke the fat round head of my dick over her clit, tapping it a few times to get her good and hot. In no time, it swells and peeks out, ready for friction. When I slide lower through her wetness, notching at her entrance, her eyes widen. Still standing, I grasp her hands in mine and pin them to the bed next to her head. Her pussy pulses again, tickling my dick with its hungry grasp. I count backward from ten, trying to calm my frantically beating heart.

Fuck.

I’ve never been so amped up for sex in my life. “You ready?”

The idea of having to stop now is impossible. My hips are primed to thrust, my abs clenching with restraint. I lean over little Lory, licking just inside her top lip, swallowing her sigh. “Yes,” she whispers, and I push.

The resistance is intense, tighter than I’ve ever felt—like she’s a virgin, clenched around me like a fist. I press my weight forward, and my senses blur as her pussy finally gives, just enough to take the head of my dick. She cries out, her head tipping back, exposing her throat. I run my tongue along her skin until my mouth is at her ear. “You’re a tight little thing,” I whisper. “Tight and hot.”

She shivers as I suck on her earlobe and sink a little deeper before pulling back to spread her wetness. “Oh yeah… fuck,” I groan, staring between us as her little pussy opens around me, the petals of her labia stretch tight. Where she’s pink and sweet, I’m dark, hard, and engorged. An invading force plundering.

Pushing deeper, I groan long and low. Lory's tight, but she’s taking me with a determination that has hardened her expression, her lip clutched between her teeth. Our eyes meet, and the intensity of the connection between us doesn’t make sense. We don’t know each other outside of easy chatter and some sexual contact. But my heart pounds and clenches, at the untamed beauty of her hair spread around her pretty face and her eyelids fluttering as I bottom out. I press my forehead to hers, forcing myself to take deep, controlled breaths while she adjusts to the invasion. Her muscles flutter, and she pants.

“You okay, princess?” I ask.

“You’re so…” She licks her lips. “Big.”

“All the better to fuck you with.” I grin wolfishly, grateful for the chance to bring this back to something lighthearted.

“I want to touch you,” she says, glancing at her wrists beneath my palms. I release one hand, and she roams my heated flesh, tickling my shoulder and pec, and lower over my abs. I move, testing her response and finding only the pleasure that lowers her eyelids. Her mouth opens in a sigh, and I’m in heaven.

“You good?”

She nods, and I move again, pulling out slowly until I’m almost all the way, then driving back in. Her legs clasp around me, thighs opening wide enough to take my big body. It shouldn’t be possible, but tiny little Lory takes me without a problem. She’s built deep enough to handle my full length and is agile enough to accommodate my muscular bulk. She’s perfect.

I close my eyes, lost in the sensation, the intensity wiping away all the distant memories of women who’ve come before.

Lory’s the only one I want to fuck.

It’s foolish to let her through my cracked exterior, but I’m powerless to stop it from happening. Her sweetness is such a contrast to the harshness of this prison. It wraps around me like a balm, soothing my ragged soul.

I’ve never done drugs except for nicotine—the first rule of dealing is never get high on your own supply—but this must be what it’s like to get high. This unbelievable feeling of climbing until my head is spinning, my body jerking, and everything is out of control.

Her hips undulate, chasing my thrusts, and the little huffs of breath that leave her lips make me want to curl around her and never let her go.

Warmth encircles my heart as she touches me gently. I stare down at her beauty, and the reality of our situation is unfathomable.

We don’t know this woman, but she feels like home. I get a strange urge to take care of her, anticipate her needs and make sure none of them are unmet.

I don’t want to let her go.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps, cutting through my dazed thoughts.

“Hold the headboard,” I bark, and she obeys immediately, wrapping her fingers tightly around the metal bars. With her slender arms stretched over her head, I nuzzle her breasts and tease her high, tight nipples with my tongue before biting hard. She gasps as I keep the same rhythm, pounding into her with a little more weight, and in no time, she’s clenching around my dick, arching her back as I chase her release with my own.

My balls draw up, and heat spreads in an uncontrollable pulse from my lower back into my belly and through my dick. I hold deep, my eyes squeezed tightly shut, yelling some garbledmix of expletives and grunts that sound more deranged animal than human as I spill inside her.

I wish the condom wasn’t between us, and her slickness could coat my cock. I wish I could watch my cum leak from inside her and I could stake my claim and mark her as mine, but we’re just passing through in this weird time warp, trapped between two halves of my never-ending sentence. Twenty-nine more days pretending that life can be this sweet before I’m dragged back to my cell to serve out the rest of my time, and I lose Lory for good.

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