Page 5 of THE EX-Con

Not complaining. I like it, and it’s been so fucking long since I felt anything other than anger, since I felt remotely human.

Last night was a dream, and I thought she would look at me differently in the morning and see me in all my monstrous glory. She didn’t.

I made her breakfast, the least I could do after I feasted on her pussy, and she smiled at me in a way that ripped the soul clean off my body. This was uncharted territory, and I had no idea how to navigate it, but fuck that. It made me happy. From the looks of it, it made her happy, too.

Now, as I look at her, I realize with dazzling clarity that I can’t stay here, and I can’t leave her. This town is too small for her. It’s going to suck her spirit and leave her dry.

I can’t let that happen.

Jenny is the best thing that happened to me. The least I can do is help her find her passion. I’m sure it’s not her life plan to spend her years in this shithole.

My heart rate picks up as she slides on the chair across from me, handing me a plate of grilled cheese. “Hope you’re hungry.”

I reach across the table and brush my knuckles along her lips. “I am hungry, just not for food. I’m thinking of that meal from last night.”

She throws her head back, laughing, but then her smile fades, and she turns serious. “You should know I don’t usually do this.”

“Do what?”

“Take strangers to my place and…” Her voice trails off, and she stares at a spot above my ear. “You know.”

“I know.”

She trails a finger along the wooden table, and I can’t have all the germs from this place dirtying her skin, so I take her hand and wrap it in mine. She says, “You’re the first.”

The feeling creeps in slowly. At first, lightness. Like whatever weight I carried was lifted off my shoulder. Then comes the warmth spreading from my chest all the way to my toes and fingertips. “Do you regret any of it?”

Her smile is like sunshine breaking through dark, heavy clouds. “No.”

I kiss her palm. “I’ll make sure you never do.”

Her shift finishes without a hitch, and she slips her arms around mine as we walk out the door, the cold air biting our cheeks. I pull the jacket tighter around her, but when we round the corner, she grabs my shirt and pulls me in for a kiss. A kiss that freezes my brain and hardens my cock into a crowbar.

“I need you, Jackson. I need you, please.” She unbuttons her top, almost in a frenzy, and pulls her bra down, her tits spilling.

Oh hell. Fuck me.

The narrow alley swallows the main street’s faint glow, and we drift into it. With her leaning against the brick wall, I lower my head and swipe my tongue along the creamy breast, taking the taut bud between my lips, rolling it, sucking, and licking. My hand wraps around the other breast, squeezing and kneading, before I give the other nipple the same attention.

Jesus Christ. Every inch of Jenny’s body deserves to be worshipped by my hands, mouth, and cock.

A street lamp flickers behind us, the light stretching weekly across the street. It’s quiet around here since most of the townspeople are already asleep in their beds, and Jenny’s pants and whimpers are getting too loud.

Need gnaws at my chest, my cock hard to the point of pain. I palm it against my jeans, and Jenny flits her gaze to it, swatting my hand away and reaching inside my pants.

I brace both hands against the wall on either side of her head, the uneven surface cold against my palms.

Her hand wraps around my cock, and fire plunges down my body. I grit my teeth and huff out a breath, calming myself down before I come all over her after a simple touch.

Desire wraps my head in a haze. Even through it, however, I’m dimly aware that the chance of someone passing by and seeing us is small but not zero. After all, we’re only a few steps from the bar, and the last thing I want is for some drunk to enjoy a live show and feast their eyes on Jenny.

My Jenny.

“Jackson…” She keeps pushing her pussy to me, and her eyes are glassy. “Please fuck me.”

“Jenny, listen. Your place is a ten-minute walk. We can?—”

“I can’t wait. I need you inside me. Please.” She must see hesitation on my face because she tilts her chin. “If you won’t, I’m going to fuck my finger while you watch.”

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