Page 13 of Body Lock

Chapter Three

Quinn

The firmness of steel pressed into my back, and it was beyond uncomfortable. It had been years since my last tryst in a holding cell, and my memories must have faded.

Because I had forgotten about how fucking awful it was to be there.

My arms fell over my face, blocking the searing glow of the florescent lighting. Voices of men flickered around me, chatting and laughing like we were at some damn retreat.

I was in the holding cell, a median spot for the drunks and criminals. The room was large, fifteen by twenty. Thick metal bars surrounded three sides, the forth was doused in cement.

This fucking blows! Place smells like a pile of dirty gym clothes soaked in piss.

Was it worth it?

Tightly, I squeezed my lids closed, trying to prevent even the slightest trace of light from entering.

It would've been nicer if that fight involved my cock trying to slide into her tight pussy.

But just seeing her reaction will have to do for now.

The smile that gleamed across her angelic face when Nico hit the floor had sent a rush through my body. I wanted her more now than any other piece of ass I could remember.

There was something about her, something that had gripped my insides, locking its hold and squeezing the air from my lungs to the point I had to force myself to breathe.

Cadence... She's beautiful. I bet her cunt is just the same, a perfect bloom.

Yeah, it was worth the fight to end up here. I'll get a taste of that soon.

I always do.

I thought about her tits, the way she taunted me with their plumped design peeking from beneath the fabric. I had been tempted to push my finger down inside the crease, and feel the heat she expelled with my touch.

She probably would've slapped me.

And that would've only made my cock harder.

I knew she wanted me too, I could feel it, see it in her lips as they split softly. The subtle dew that dampened her skin were shaped like small teardrops, and beading beautifully across her chest.

Would she taste as sweet as she looks against my tongue?

I can't wait to find out.

She had no idea how deep I was going to fill her, how loud I'd make her scream. I wanted to tease her with my swollen tip, run it over her dripping pussy as her body shivered with desire.

“Hey!” The sudden squall fell down on me hard, blanketing my tired body. A kick followed, sending a jolt through my foot that hung over the edge.

Lifting an arm, my eyes misted from the light. The figure peered down on me, masked by a shadow covering his face. “What?” I scowled, annoyed he had interrupted my thoughts.

“You're taking up the whole fucking bench, make some room.” Holding his arm out towards the side, his words blended together in one drunken sentence.

“So? Go sit somewhere else.” Replacing my arm, his foot shot out and kicked me harder in the shin. Shooting up straight, my muscles constricted in one burst. I brought my nose barely an inch from his face as I barked, “What the fuck man! Go find another seat.”

The guy stood motionless, but remained a faceless blur in my vision. Forcefully squinting my eyes, I pushed him into view.

He was older than I had thought, roughly in his sixties, eyes set deep into their sockets, gray hair ruffled the top of his head.

At one time in his life, you could tell he was intimidating. He stood only a few inches below me, the hunch of his spine shrinking his stature. The weathered hands by his side mimicked a working man, full of deep scars and dark stained skin.

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