Page 71 of Pen Pal

He slapped my ass, and it jiggled, and he groaned at the view. He removed his fingers, then I jumped as he ran his knife handle through my pussy’s wetness. Then, Enzo pressed the handle of his knife into my ass. I cried out as it entered me, the hard girth stretching me.

“That’s my little pen pal,” he groaned, taking the skin of my neck between his teeth as he sucked, marking me. His erection pressed against my cheek, hard and throbbing as he fucked my ass with his knife. “I miss your letters, baby. Tell me what you’d write me in one right now.”

“Enzo,” I moaned, the hard press of his blade sliding inside me as he reached around, flicking myclit. “You’re a fucking psychopath, but I’ll die if you ever stop touching me. Don’t ever stop.”

“Amara,” he groaned, finishing her letter for me as he removed the handle from my ass.

I opened her mouth to protest, but he swallowed it when his mouth crashed against mine, and he slipped his cock in my ass.

I let out a strangled moan as he stretched me, molding me to the shape of his cock, but I didn’t get a moment to adjust. My pen pal was brutal, and he rammed his cock in deep, and hot curls of pleasure coiled tightly in my pelvis.

Enzo rubbed the sides of my clit, and my knees shook, fighting to hold up my weight as he claimed my ass.

“Amara,” he groaned, punctuating his words with every thrust. “I. Will. Never. Stop.”

“Promise?” I squealed as his hips snapped against mine, the friction against my clit delicious.

“Promise,” he swore, his cock throbbing inside me.

“Enzo!” I cried, shuddering violently as my pussy clenched on nothing, my clit spasming against his fingers, waves of ecstasy washing over me like a tidal wave.

Enzo groaned, but I wasn’t done. I reached behind me, wrenching his knife from his grasp.

He stilled, and I pushed him away, slipping him out of my ass as I turned, pointing the knife at his chest.

“Your turn,” I breathed, shoving him on the ground. His eyes darkened, and he held his hands up. I knelt over him, whipping his shirt off him as I gazed at his sculpted chest and taut abs.

I’d never get tired of looking at him.

I searched his pockets, triumphant when I found a small package of wet wipes inside. He often carried them with his knife to wipe it clean. I wrapped one around his cock, and he winced as the cold cloth swiped at him, and I didn’t stop until his cock was spotless. I threw the wipe away and hovered above him, positioning his cock at my entrance.

“You’re mine,” I declared, lowering myself, taking him inch by inch as he hissed, his hands snaking over my hips as he steadied me. I slowly impaled myself on his cock, my pussy aching as he filled me.

I pressed the tip of his blade against his chest, and his eyes blazed with lust.

I dragged the blade across his skin, cutting him, carving deliberate letters as he gritted his teeth,his eyes never leaving mine as his cock throbbed inside me.

AMARA, I carved, my own blood dripping down my breasts and onto his abdomen as his blood pooled down his abs. He was slippery, and I slid in our combined blood as I branded him as mine.

I let the knife slip from my hands, clattering on the ground as I braced myself on his shoulders, circling my hips as I rode him hard.

“Now everyone will know that your lawyer claimed her inmate,” I moaned, my nails digging into his skin, drawing blood as I slammed down on top of him. “That your pen pal made you hers.”

He growled, cupping my dripping breasts as he licked the blood off my nipples, his pupils large and daunting, like twin abysses.

“Say you’re mine,” I moaned.

“I’m yours, love,” he mumbled around my breasts between sucks. “Only yours.”

My breath stuttered, pressure building inside me as I changed the angle, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone.

I heard him grab for the knife as he placed the handle against my ass, shoving it back inside me as I squealed, the sting fading into consuming pleasure.

I leanedforward, licking the blood from my carving, and he let out a haunted groan. Then he rolled, moving me beneath him as he buried himself inside me, and I rode his knife.

I gripped his chin and kissed him, the taste of both of our blood mixing, mingling into one delicious, addicting flavor.

“There is no escaping us,” he groaned. “If you try to leave, I’ll drag you right back home, love.”

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