Page 39 of Babalon

Kace groans, his hand releasing my hair only to push down between my shoulders and guide my upper body down to the floor. It was cold and contrasted the heat I felt between him and I, but it was probably the only sturdy thing I can focus on when he pulled his hips back only to snap them forward, shoving in as deep as he could go—then again, and again, until my wetness coated him and he set a harsh pace. Slamming into me, giving the anger and hatred he had for me their pound of flesh.

Closing my eyes, I rest my cheek against the floor while he holds my hips with his rough hands, fucking me without abandon. The sounds of his skin slapping against mine, as crude as they were, only made me wetter and desperate for more. Every collision with my back wall making my walls squeeze tight around his cock.

“Ease up, baby,” He cooed between panting breaths as one hand slid down the small of my back where a slight sheen of sweat started to gather. He began tenderly massaging me like it was my skin that refused relax, instead of it being the hunger I had for him that wants to consume him whole.

“You’re so tense, you’re still squeezing me too hard.”

Releasing my hip, he snake's his other hand around and slid a finger between my lips and then over my clit where he rubbed firm circles atop my hood to help me relax. I was not stiff because of what he was doing, I just… I don’t know. I don’t want this to be revenge, I guess. I know I messed up in the hallway with him, I know I need to stop treating him the way I do, I know he shouldn’t want me and that he’s only doing this to get retribution, but a piece of me didn’t want to let him go.

“There we go,” he mutters, his finger still sliding over my clit as his pace picks up again.

“Dammit, Nadia. You’re doing so good for me, baby. The way you tighten around me, and how well you take my cock, it’s driving me mad.”

“K—Kace.”

“Yeah? Use your words, tell me what you need,” he panted.

I can’t think, let alone consider what in the hell I need. What I know is that if he stops, I will crumble. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I huff in time with his forward thrusts, the heat of my breath fogging the first inch or two of concrete in front of my mouth.

Then he stops.

SHIT! No, no, no.

I want to open my eyes, to look around and shame myself but little did I know that this was about to get more degrading. It is bad enough I am face down, ass up, in a random room of the prison with a killer; I didn’t need to see it too. That was until I felt pressure on the side of my head. Wide, lengthy, and dirty?

Finally prying my eyes open, my pupils blew out wide seeing his shoe pressed against the side of my face. Eyes flicking up to look at him from where I was being pinned to on the floor, in confusion and panic, only to see a grin.

“Eyes on me, Officer Pierce.”

Then he was moving again, his balls slapping against my swollen clit. Each thrust, hard and unforgiving while holding me to the floor with his foot, and his cock threatening to break me in two.

“Oh god, Kace!”

“That’s it, snitch. Taking all this cock like the whore you were made to be.”

WHY DID MY PUSSY JUST FLUTTER AT THAT!?

I am losing my fucking mind, figuratively and metaphorically.

He is right though; I am squeezing him in quick bursts. Pressure building so damn low in my stomach that I feel like it is going to drop out of me if he reared back too far. But it didn’t, and I kept taking him, over and over. Little cries and moans filling the space around us and the tiny space betweenour bodies; my orgasm preparing to crash into me without hesitation.

“K—Kace, I’m…. Imma.”

“Fuck yes, come on, Nadia. Come for me, baby. Holy shit, yes, just like that!”

I was screaming over my orgasm halfway through his encouragement, his name on the crest of my lips, pussy tightening as hard as it could around him which only made his next few thrusts more devastating than the last ones. I blank, not able to think of anything other than the way he is making me feel. The fog that is clouding my mind, allowing me to feel absolutely nothing but pleasure. No worries about consequences or the terrible day I had—stress over bills, annoying inmates just beyond the doors, nothing mattered— just Kace.

“I’m going to come, Nadia,” Kace pants.

“Going to breed this sexy little cunt of yours one day, but not now, I want you wearing me since you were so kind to let me do the same.”

“P— please.” is all I am able to muster, the rest is up to him.

Kace quickly withdrew from me, letting his cum—coated cock rest along the crack of my ass where he thrust a time or two more before he erupted. Cum spurting from his flared tip, landing along my back in white hot bliss as he too moaned through his orgasm.

Chapter twelve

Kace

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