She's basically begging me to fuck her into a state of nirvana, and I'm not about to oppose.

There's something about being locked in a jail cell with the woman you're falling for.

The fact that it's just us in here, our freedom stolen away, makes it increasingly important that we have each other.

She’s already made my time in here well worth the wait. My lawyers are already working on getting me out, but I won’t leave without Katy.

In the meantime, I think we’ve found the perfect way to occupy ourselves.

I look over at the guard whose eyes are practically falling shut. Thank god for their lax security. I have Katy coming so hard that it's like she's in a trance, but the guard’s none the wiser.

I love that it's me who has made her this way. No man has ever satisfied her like this—and I know for sure because she keeps coming back for more.

She's practically addicted to my cock. Who wouldn’t be?

"Baby, are you ready for me to fuck you?" I ask, though I already know the answer.

"Yes," she all but whimpers.

I pull her onto my lap and hold her hips tightly.

She hovers above me, my stiff cock just inches from her dripping wet pussy. Slowly, I bring her down on the thick cock she has been craving for so long.

She gasps as I move deep inside her, inch by inch. She clutches my shoulders and digs her fingernails into my biceps.

I'll probably be bleeding after this, but I don't care. All I know is that it's me and my little criminal in here, and she's about to see explosions.

I take her hips and move them down on my cock. She's so hungry for me that she starts to grinds her hips in order to feel more of my shaft. She's so fucking tight and wet at the same time that I can hardly take it.

I imagine myself exploding all over her tits and face, but that will have to wait until I make her come into near unconsciousness.

"Oh, Katy, damn. You're so tight for me. I want you to come," I say, panting.

She holds onto my neck, sliding herself up and down my shaft. This is exactly how she likes it. Who am I to stop her?

I let her go to town, and she sways and grinds her hips around my cock some more.

I suck her nipples, one at a time. Then, I feel it—her warmth spreading around my cock. She moans and sighs into my ear.

She bites my earlobe and whispers, "Fuck, Marcus, I came so hard."

"I know, baby. I always know when you come," I say.

Then, I pick her up and lay her down so that she's lying on the crummy mattress. I spread her legs wide to see the view of her gorgeous, tight little pussy. It's time for me to reach that extreme state of ecstasy and passion—something that only happens when I climax with someone that I care about.

And that someone is Katy.

I thrust into her, her pussy walls clamping down around my cock. She's probably going to come again, but all I can think about is my own internal bliss.

Warmth is starting to spread throughout my body. I bend over her and grab the metal sides of the bed as I thrust into her deeply. She tries not to scream, but her muffled sounds only turn me on.

I know I'm sending her into climax again. That's my cue to really just fucking go for it.

I forget that I'm in jail, that there's a cop outside the cell. I forget about the secrets I’m keeping from Katy. All I can think of is her goddamn beautiful pussy and how it's all mine.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard, Katy. Make you never forget that I'm the one," I say. “The only one.”

There's this need, this aching need inside of me, to make sure that she knows that it's only me from now on. I need her to never even think about or look at another guy, or I'll explode from heart-wrenching jealousy.

I fuck her so hard because I want her pussy nice and swollen for days afterwards. I want her to never forget that it was me who did that to her. I want to send her into wild oblivion.

And that's exactly what happens next.

She starts to scream, and I cup my hand over her mouth. Then, I start to come with her. My fantasy becomes a reality when I pull out at exactly the right moment and come all over her stomach and her tits.

It's a beautiful sight, my glistening seed all over her body, which is still trembling underneath me.

I intend to be the constant storm in her life, the quake that will never go away—the most intense man she's ever known.

It's like I can finally be free with this woman. She's strong enough to contain my intensity. She's strong enough to take it.

In fact, my extreme forcefulness seems to turn her on. She wants me just as I am, wild and uncontrollable. And I want her, beautiful and independent.

We make a perfect match. Life has finally given me what I’ve always wanted on a silver fucking platter.

Katy rises to every occasion, and she makes life seem more like an adventure than a mundane path that I must travel alone.

I look down at her, taking in the sight of my sticky cum all over her body. She touches her tits and stomach and brings her cum-slicked fingers to her lips. She's needy for my essence, and that makes me want her more.

I lie down next to her, although there's hardly room for both of us on the little mat. I hold her in my arms. Somehow, our bodies fit perfectly side by side.

I fold my arms around her, ready to give her all of me. My strength doesn’t scare her.

"Katy," I whisper into the darkness, "you better never run away from me. I'm getting hooked on you."

I wonder how she'll respond. Neither of us has really talked about our feelings to each other. I guess we both assume that the other one feels it. too.

But there’s always a chance that I’m wrong. She might not even love me back.

I hold her tightly and smell her fragrant hair, and all I know is that I’m in too deep.

That's the thing about Katy. She forces you to examine new heights. She pushes me to somehow be a better man.

There are layers to her that are intrinsically beautiful and which I will never tire of discovering.

All I would ask of her is that she allows herself to be vulnerable with me. Because in this place of exposure and openness, I can see the true parts of Katy, the parts she tries to hide from the world.

"You make jail seem...not so bad," she says. "In fact, it's been a great experience."

She curls into me and uses my arm as a pillow. In a few seconds, she’s fast asleep.

But I can't even close my eyes, thoughts of betrayal haunting me. I think about it all night.

How do I tell Katy the truth? I think of several scenarios, but nothing sticks.

We can't continue a relationship that’s based on lies. She doesn't even know my real home or what I do for living.

These are things that will have to be amended before we can take this farther. I cannot lose her.

Katy will learn the truth someday, but I have to break it to her gently.

What began as an undercover operation has ended in the most genuine love affair that I've ever had.

How could I have predicted this?

I wrap my arms around her, trying to cover every inch of her with my body, as if this will somehow protect her from the harsh realities of the world.

I want her with me, and I want to know that she's always okay.

These feelings have come unbidden. It's not like she's asking anything of me—yet, I want to give her the world.

The windowless cell prevents me from knowing if dawn is already approaching, but later, the lights turn on. The guards change shifts. Katie wakes up and rubs her eyes.

"Coffee?" she asks me in a pleading tone.

"Soon, baby. Let me get us out of here first."