Page 78 of Babalon

“Oh—okay.” She nods quickly, leaning into me while she pushes her ass back into my hand. I wouldn’t be surprised if the demon was trying to get me to go deeper, which we don’t have time for. This is going to be superficial, but I want her, and if having her scent on my fingers is all that I can have until next time, then so be it.

Withdrawing my hand, I undo her duty belt and pull her shirt out of the waistband of her BDUs, before dragging the zipper down, and spinning her to face away from me. I need both hands on my girl, as well as my mouth, while I bring her to the edge.

Drawing her flush against the front of my body, I push my hand down the front of her pants and feel her legs buckle when my fingers pass over her swollen clit.

Why did I have to meet her in prison? I would give anything to go back and find her before I got locked up.

“Oh fuck… Kace.”

Reaching my free hand around the front of Nadia, I curled it around her throat and used my fingers to apply pressure on the sides just like I know she likes. Fluttering the grip occasionally when my fingers sink back into her soaked pussy.

“Shhhh. You’re going to be so good for me and stay quiet as I touch this sweet cunt of yours. Other people are finding out that we are together thanks to your sexy sounds.”

“W—what?”

“Shhh, just feel it. We can talk about it in a little bit.”

Tilting my head to the right side of hers, I kiss and nibble at the exposed skin of her neck. Sucking just hard enough to make the flesh turn pink without drawing blood to the surface.

I wish I could mark her, leave my bites all over her delicious body, but if anyone sees them outside of here, they would know for sure.

Keeping myself in check, I use my thumb to press and rub her clit while it throbs against the digit. Her muscles pulse around my first and second finger, while I fuck her with them.

“You’re so damn good for me, baby, I want to feel you cum all over my fucking hand. You think you could do that for me?”

“Mhmmmm.” She nods, the pressure I have on her neck pushing her into that beautiful state of fogginess where I know she would lose all thought control.

Dragging my nose and lips up the side of her neck, I latch on to her earlobe and bite down, her pussy clamping around me, my thumb increasing its own pace.

She wiggles and thrashes against my groin— I’m harder than steel at this point. Precum leaking from the tip of my cock though I keep myself tucked away. This is for her, we have come far away from a place of tension and fighting, to a place where she craves me and the emotional support I can provide.

“K—Kace, please,” Nadia whimpers, the fluttering of her cunt losing its rhythm and becoming more sporadic and uncontrolled.

She’s right where I want her.

“Come for me, baby, give me all you got,” I encourage, keeping my pace despite my hand and forearm burning from the continued effort.

Releasing her throat, I slap my hand over her mouth when she started to moan too loud. As fucking hot as she sounds, we can’ttake that risk anymore. Her body grows tense and locks up, just as her pussy squeezes like a vice around my fingers. My thumb insistent on massaging her clit until she loses her ever-loving mind.

Once she came down and I redress her, I pepper kisses to her mouth and all over her face until she can’t do much of anything but smile. This has got to be happiness, at least for her, which she deserves. I’m a lucky mother fucker getting to be the one that put this sort of expression on her lovely face.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she replies.

“I didn’t ask if you were okay, Nadia. I asked if you were good. Tell me the truth.”

“I’m good, Kace, I promise.”

“Atta girl. Now, we need to have our talk, and then get out of here. You were very distracting and we lost time.”

“I was distracting?!”

“Yes ma’am. That pussy of yours is going to unman me, but that’s for a different day. We need to start being more careful. The inmates are beginning to find out about us, and I don’t want them to use that information to their advantage and hurt you. They could go about that several different ways,” I explain.

With a nod, she looks up at me, her arms circling my waist as she listens and gives me her undivided attention. What a long fucking way we have come since the beginning. Every time I’m with her, in a romantic sort of way, her whole demeanor alters—at least towards me. I’ve still witnessed her being a damn terrorist to other inmates, which makes me fucking grin.

My perfect snitch.

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