Page 122 of Felonies are Forever

“You keep doing that, I’m not going to last,” he whispers, hard to hear over the music and the pounding of my heart in my ears.

Boldness overtakes me, and I slip my hand down between us, his mouth back on mine, feeling his abs tighten as I go lower, then slip my fingers around the tip of his massive cock. The wetness spurts out into my palm as he lets out a painful grunt, breaking our kiss, pressing his forehead to the part in my hair.

“Daph. Fuck, how many times I’ve dreamed of you. Of this, of you touching me. I want to be inside you. I can’t lie. It’s all I can think about.”

This is so intense.

So fucking hot.

I’ve had flickers of something I guess you’d call lust or desire before, but nothing like this. This is a grinding need, clawing inside me, desperate for release. I slide my hand down lower, myfingers barely able to encircle his girth as wet heat engulfs me between my legs.

His fingertips dig into the sides of my face like he’s losing control. I love the sense of power I have. The warmth coming from his body seems to surge and this whole moment suddenly feels surreal.

Even, shit…comical.

Me, fully clothed, my prison pen pal naked as we dance, my hand gripping his dripping cock like we are acting out some over-the-top porn scene.

A giggle bursts from my lips and he pulls back, and I see the confusion in his eyes.

“This is funny?”

“No. I mean…yes,” I sputter. “I have a bad habit of laughing at the wrong times. When I feel nervous. It’s like a defense mechanism, I guess. I’m sorry, it’s just…” Somehow I stop my babbling. I smile on a snort, fighting off another burst of inappropriate laughter when his eyes darken, his tongue tracing along his top teeth as he nods.

“We better give that mouth something else to do then.” His hands tangle in my hair as he stares at me, licking his lips.

He presses me downward and I bend my knees, sliding my hands down his hips, then take a detour and let them sweep over his tight ass before settling at the altar of dick in front of me.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I pretend. I follow my instincts. I do what seems right. I look up, fluttering my lashes as I stick out my tongue and flick it where the slit on the tip is seeping creamy liquid.

I moan, trading my tongue for my lips, giving that part of him a little kiss then a gentle suck, the masculine flavor better than I could have imagined. I want more.

And suddenly, my awkward laughter, my discomfort is just gone. I suck harder, swallowing the pre-cum he’s offering,looking up to see his head fall back, and for a second he looks like he might be losing consciousness.

“Fuck, baby. I love how your eyes look with my dick in your mouth. That cock tastes like it was made just for you, doesn’t it?”

I slide the head over my tongue, feeling the smooth skin, the thick vein that throbs, all the while answering him with a little nod as my pussy pulses and clenches, waiting for its turn to swap places with my mouth. I never imagined sucking a cock could turn me on so much, but I’m ready to spin into my own oblivion after 3.5 seconds.

I moan as I take another inch, then another, back and forth through my lips until the tip teases at the back of my throat. I flick my gaze up to see him staring down, brow tight, and I wonder if I’m doing it wrong.

He thrusts his hips, going deeper. “You have some talent there. That little mouth can barely open wide enough, can it?” The words feel hard and my stomach flips over as I slip him in and out faster. “Please fucking tell me you practiced on a banana or a carrot or some goddamn thing.”

Understanding floods through me and I withdraw in a gasp for air.

I look up at him. “Sorry, no fruits or vegetables were used or harmed in the making of this blow job.”

He looks like he wants to die. I’m sure my awkwardness frustrates him. But he needs to really understand what I’m saying here.

“I’ve never used or practiced on anything. Animal, vegetable, or mineral. Or human.”

The relief on his face makes me smile.

“No practice on anything ever,” he repeats, and I confirm what I was trying to say. “Anything or anyone?”

I shake my head, letting the tip of his dick brush against my lips. I squeeze the base as it jerks in my hand. “Never seen or been seen. Never touched or been touched.”

“Fuck, baby,” he moans as my cheeks burn and my clit throbs. “You never told me that.”

“I didn’t know how.”

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