Page 92 of Babalon

“I have to hurry, baby. Hang on, okay?”

“Mmmhmm,” she murmurs, cock-drunk as fuck.

Putting a knee on the bed, behind hers to keep it braced, I slam my hips against her. Over and over, the force and the friction leading to my balls drawing up tight.

I hate this… I don’t want to leave her.

“Fuck, Nadia. I’m coming,” I groan, stilling as the pressure becomes too much and I bottom out inside of her. My cock throbs and pulses in time with how her snatch squeezes and milks me—cum pumping deep within her. If I didn’t accidentally get her pregnant the first time we fucked, I’m going to fill her full of my cum every fucking time I’m with her until she is tied to me for eternity.

Pulling out of her, the sensations overwhelm my senses, I watch for a moment as my cum drips from her. Then my fingers start scooping it up and stuff it back inside of her cunt.

When I am done, I lift my hand up to my mouth and sucked my digits clean. The taste of us together nearly making me hard all over again.

I then tuck myself away and pull my jumper up. With a few steps, I grab a couple of paper towels nearby and wet them in the sink next to it. Returning to my girl and start cleaning the mess we made from between her legs.

I can see her trying to regulate her breathing, her fingers twitching at first then her hand eventually moves to rub down the outside of her thigh.

I want to watch her like this all day.

Tossing the towel, I pull her from the bed and set her on the side, drawing her pants back up, tucking her shirt in, buttoning, zipping, and buckling her belt. She deserves so much more thananything I can ever give her, but I’ve always been a selfish man and that isn’t changing today.

Cupping her face, I pepper soft kisses to her kiss-swollen lips. Some of the skin angry red from where she was probably biting them to stay quiet—my good fucking girl.

“Come on, baby. I’ve got to get you out of here. It’s time to come back to Earth.”

“Mmmm. I— I dun wanna.”

With a chuckle, my thumbs brush over her cheeks as I commit this moment to memory.

“I have the rest of my life to give to you.”

“Your life is in prison, Kace.”

Nadia starts to come around then, and I be a mother fucker, that hurts. She’s right but I am in denial. We can make this work. She can go to another prison and work there—no because I would only ever see her at visits. I won’t have access to her, but if she stays here, I risk everything.

Maybe that’s what love demands, risk.

“Cindy is going to be back any minute. Go to your post and I’ll clean this up. Can… can I see you before you go home? Please? I think it is time we had a serious conversation about where this thing is headed.”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in the rec yard after chow tonight. I’m off at 1900.”

“Alright, go on.”

As she walks away, a little unsteady but that only makes me smirk. I set on my chore of cleaning up the area. Cindy will know that something went on in here but she won’t truly know what.

If I know Cindy as well as I think I do, she will have her medical assistant redress the bed out of the sake of being sanitary, so I don’t have to worry about that.

Dropping several paper towels on the floor, I swipe across the white tile with my boot, soaking up Nadia's release beforetossing them in the trash, wash my hands, and scrub some of the water across my face. As much as I want to bathe in her, I don’t want other inmates being able to smell her like I do.

Finishing up, I dry my hands and race to the door just as Cindy was stepping in.

“Oh, Kace, what are you doing in here?” Cindy asks.

“I’m sorry, Nurse Cindy. I got a cut and Officer Pierce let me wash it off with clean water right quick. I’ve only been in here a minute or so.”

“Oh? I’ll have to have a talk with Officer Pierce, she knows I don’t like people in here, even if it’s just you. It can get me into trouble.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I kinda swindled her into it.”

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