Page 6 of Pen Pal

I undressed, dropping the clothes just outside of the shower to wash later. I turned on the water, adjusting the spray until it was hot enough to stand, and I stepped into the spray.

Hot water was rare around here, and with how many inmates we were and how often they took a shower, I knew I had to be quick.

But I couldn't get Amara out of my head.

That quivering, pouty lip, those big, hopeful eyes, that thick head of hair, the curves on her petite form. She took over my thoughts, and my cock grew heavy with need.

I grunted, unable to resist, as I ran a soapy hand along my cock. It twitched, hard and swollen, and I gripped the base, giving one long stroke.

I tilted my head back, wetting my hair as I imagined Amara in here with me. I pictured how I'd peel her clothes off and soap up those perfect curves. I'd watch in fascination as the soap reflected light off the bubbles on her skin and how they'd slide down her body in the water.

I stroked my cock, the pressure building faster than I could contain it. I hadn't touched myself in a while, sick of the same faces in the magazines some men snuck in here.

But now I had all the inspiration in the world.

Imagining her perky tits pressed against my chest, I bit back a groan. Her skin would feel so soft against mine; I just knew it.

Wasshe a freak in the bedroom? Did she like to be dominated, or did she like to take charge? I smirked as I pictured us both wrestling, fighting for control, until I finally subdued her. I'd lick her pussy until she saw stars, her thighs like earmuffs against my face.

I bet she tasted as delicious as she looked. There was no way a woman like her didn't taste sweet, heady, and addictive.

I could see it now; her smooth hands wrapping around my waist, her cunt already sopping wet for me, pink and swollen, her body flushed and ready.

How would I take her first? Maybe I'd fist her hair and drag her to her knees and make her taste my cock. If she looked up at me with those big doe eyes, I wouldn't last long.

Maybe I'd pin her against the wall, rub her greedy clit, and impale her with my cock. She'd feel so tight and perfect around me, milking me like she needed me as much as I needed her.

She'd moan my name, her cries short and desperate, and she'd come all over me, bathing me in her essence. She'd claw at my skin, marking me as hers, biting on my shoulder like an unrestrained animal as she lost herself to me.

Just as I would drownin her.

I groaned as the base of my spine tingled, and pleasure speared through me as I climaxed, bracing an arm against the wall at the intensity of it. My cock jerked, throbbing as I spurted in my hand, the liquid hot and thick.

I sighed, chuckling as I took the soap, shuddering as the water began to turn cold.

I got clean just to get dirty again,I mused to myself.

Amara

I was surprised to find Mr. Ricci's letter soon after I last saw him. Most inmates I saw didn't stay true to their word, but it seemed this one was different.

Mark was out drinking with his friends, so I tore the envelope open as I walked up the stairs, taking off my blazer and my hair tie. My feet ached from walking around in heels all day, and I told myself I'd wear flats if this continued.

I sat on my bed, reading over the worksheet he completed. It often took months before I got the kind of raw honesty Lorenzo offered on paper. It was like he had to be the tough guy in person, but when he wrote, he bared his soul.

I read his letter, and my heart pounded at the sincerity of his words.

It's just a case,I told myself. But his words were too real and too raw. It took me off guard. He wasn't like any inmate I'd ever met.

Or like any man I'd ever met.

I felt a pull—deep, dangerous, and unknown. I couldn't explain it, and it was nothing like I'd felt with my husband. It was different somehow.

Part of me warned me not to write back and that this was a dangerous game, some elaborate scheme this prisoner was making.

But the hope for his redemption was too strong. He had too much potential, and I couldn't be the reason he became another life wasted behind bars.

So, I gravitated toward paper and penned a response.

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