Prison Promise (Prison Saints Book 1) by Demi Vice (16)

“Where’s my girl at?” I knocked on the wooden counter top to get Gomez’s attention. He looked over from the customer he was serving and shrugged.

“She left, esé.”

“Whaddya mean she left?” My phone blinked from 12:58 to 12:59.

“I cut her hours today and moved them to tomorrow.”

“When’d she leave?”

Gomez scratched the black caterpillar on his face. “I walked her home around eleven-ish?”

I sucked on my tooth. “Wow.”

Talk about unlucky.

I left for The Bayne around ten thirty to workout, thinking Ahri was going to get off at two. I wanted to have a few drinks and hang out with her, but I guess not. What was worse was that the girl wasn’t answering my texts. I told her I would fucking pay for all the minutes she wasted on me. But nope. Ahri was too prideful. Too stubborn was more like it.

I let out a throaty frustrated growl, waved Gomez goodnight and lit a new cigarette before walking to the bakery.

At this moment, priorities were straightforward. My cock inside of Ahri’s tight pussy. Simple. It’s been too fucking long. Way too fucking long. There wasn’t a care in my world right now, aside from getting laid. I needed to relieve some stress which involved entering luscious holes that God himself set down on earth just for me to play with. I wanted skin to skin contact with a touch of choking, kissing, and caressing that involved my cute little stubborn pixie. And I needed it bad like a druggie needed his silver spoon.

I practically skipped my way to the apartment, unlocked the way too many door locks I was thankful I didn’t have at The Bayne, and went upstairs.

I checked Ahri’s room—clean—made sense. She slept in my room now. I don’t blame her. I spent good money on my mattress and sheets. I just wished I was home instead of hounding Link down, which was going fucking nowhere.

I’m either that fucking rusty or Link wasn’t in Chicago anymore. Making my life so much more complicated than I’d hoped for. Not to mention I almost got the cops called on me over at the adoption agency when I’d tried to bribe them. The last thing I needed right now were cops breathing down my neck just after getting out of prison.

I went over to my room. My bed was a mess and missing something vital. Ahri. I knocked on the bathroom door. No response. My body went heavy as my gut began to churn. I’d always been a ‘listen to your gut’ kind of guy before anything else. So, there was no way in hell I was ignoring it after seeing that bruise on Ahri’s hip. I still wasn’t convinced was from a fall. Like hell it was.

I ground my teeth, feeling my heartbeat in every tooth. I shouldn't have stayed so long at The Bayne. I should’ve come back earlier or at least checked up on Ahri. Maybe I could’ve found out what the hell she was trying to hide. Because she was hiding something.

I death stared at my phone. My eyes dried out for five minutes until I called Ahri and it went straight to voicemail.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

A low growl left my throat as my chest tightened and my body sank. My room looked exactly like I left it. Clothes the same order, camera still on my bookshelf, and the bed still messy. The leftover grilled steak and roasted potatoes were untouched in the fridge. Ahri didn’t snatch anything to eat. I moved to the bathroom. All dry and clean.

Ahri’s apartment was exactly the same, but when I opened the bathroom door and saw the wet floor, my chest instantly loosened. Ahri had been here. I looked around her apartment some more. Fridge empty, sink filled with an empty leftover container, and her clothes rack had been moved around.

I checked her bathroom once again. The standard aftermath of Hurricane Ahrianna. A tube of toothpaste in the sink, toilet paper hitting the ground, and her damp face towel on the edge of the sink. The only thing that was missing was her towel on the floor.

I checked the hamper. Empty.

Laundry day?

The laundromat was open 24/7.

I ‘closed’ Ahri’s broken door. I refused to fix it. It was easier to leave it as was than breaking in each time I was worried. And recently I’d been worried more than I cared to admit.

I only spent a few hours at Birch Park a day, but I found a few minutes to walk past the diner and check up on her. Sometimes I would take a picture or two from afar, other times I would go inside and buy a slice of pie. Once her shift at Diablo’s started, I didn’t worry. Papi Gomez always took good care of Ahri.

There were days where I wanted to super glue my ass down in the booth I’d claimed as my own at the diner and watch Ahri pull on a fake smile she invented to get money. A smile that did her dimple no justice. She saved her real smiles just for me. That cute one dimple smile that was getting more frequent each time we were together. One day, that smile will be permanent when she’s around me.

I locked the back door to our apartments and went around the block to get to the laundromat, but it was locked. There was a faint light inside and the sound of a dryer, but the door was closed.

The laundromat was self-served, running on coins that the owner came in a few times an hour in the morning to pick up. Other than that, you were alone. If I knew anything about Ahrianna. That girl loved to blast her music and ignore all signs of reality. It was cute, but dangerous if she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I jogged to the back of the laundromat and checked the back door. Open. When I heard singing and a loud dryer machine, all my worries melted away. Ahri was folding—neatly wrinkling her clothes and shoving them in a plastic bag—with her back toward me.

She wore a long white tank top that went over her ass which was so thin I could clearly see her pink and purple striped panties. She’d finished her outfit off with a pair of yellow socks going to her mid-calf, one higher than the other, and her gray timbs.

Ahri’s music was blasting, and she was singing along with her song like no one was around. This was the first time I’d ever heard Ahri sing.

She was terrible.

I let a chuckle tickle my throat.

She was so bad, but there was no way in hell that I was going to stop her from singing her heart out in a shitty old laundromat that desperately needed an upgrade.

Ahri jammed to her song, did a little dance and spun around. She didn’t see me; her eyes were closed. She danced some more and tripped over her shoelace but caught herself on the folding table and continued to sing and dance as if nothing had happened.

My soulful laugh echoed through the room. This was the first time I was thankful Ahri loved to listen to her music on deaf-level. I didn’t want to disturb her. I wanted to watch her in a state I rarely saw her in.

Peaceful and happy.

For those who saw Ahri, they knew she wasn’t a happy or mellow kind of girl. She kept her sexy bitch face on like a permanent mask, rarely taking it off. If she did, it was for two things: bartending and anything music related.

And you Jack.

Ahri was the definition of overworked. Dark circles, sunken in cheeks, and small and frail. Not by choice, but stress. There was a possibility she had even lost weight.

My smile faded.

I hated seeing her like this. I wondered what Ahrianna Lore would look like if she had eight hours of sleep, a proper three-meal diet, and a day of no work.

You can give her that kind of life, Jack.

Ahri pushed herself to the limit with two full-time jobs and school, which I was convinced was a waste of time. Ahri was not a business girl. It wasn't in her personality, and I bet my left nut she was going to be more miserable working in an office than working two jobs. I could never see her in a suit, nor did I want to. I want Ahri in her colorful, weird-ass, non-black wardrobe that always made me check her out for a little bit longer than I would have already.

Ahri finished ‘folding’ her clothes and pushed the two plastic bags to the side. She hopped on the number twelve dryer machine next to the table. The second Ahri’s ass popped onto the shaky machine we made eye contact. Ahri wasn’t shocked to see me.

She flicked an eyebrow up, pulled out her earphones out, and paused her music. “Took you long enough to find me.” Ahri gave me attitude as her lip curled at the corner.

“Would’ve been easier if you just answered your phone,” I retorted.

She shrugged. “My charger broke yesterday, and my phone just died.”

I moved closer to her, placing my hands on her cold thighs as I searched her face.

Two nose piercings on each side. Check. One small bump on her nose. Check. A pouty bottom lip that called out my name. Check.

Ahri lifted her shoulders, her face reading: What? What are you looking at?

As a smile spread across my face, red cheeks spread on Ahri’s. I continued my inventory.

Front tooth chipped just a little. Check. A little black freckle on her chin. Check. One sexy dimple I could kiss, fuck, marry, and die for. Quadruple check.

All her imperfections were there, and all of them more beautiful than ever.

“I’m getting you a new phone for your birthday.”

Ahri let out a dry laugh as she rolled her eyes. “Well, since there’s a make-believe birthday list. I want a pony named Sprinkles.” Her voice, dry and sarcastic. She tilted her head at me, her eyes narrow. “Where were you anyway? I thought you would be home—your place. I thought you would—your place.” Ahri lit red, avoiding my eyes entirely.

I liked the sound of that.

Home.

“I went to workout.” I flexed my biceps, covered under my black hoodie as I sported a goofy smile.

“It’s open this late?”

“24/7. Like this shitty-ass laundromat.” I scoffed.

“It’s not that bad. No one’s around, and the cameras haven’t worked for years.” Ahri nudged her head to the corner. “Plus, I can lock the doors if I want some privacy.”

“Privacy?” All the dirtiest and filthiest ideas flooded my head. My eyes went down to Ahri’s pink perky nipples poking through her see-through tank top. “Why would you need privacy, Ahrianna?”

“I had to get started without you since you were missing in action.” Ahri smirked, wrapping her hands around my neck as her lips hovered over mine.

“And how did you get started?” I moaned, my hands moving up her thighs to her ass.

Pulling her off the dryer, Ahri wrapped her legs around my waist—my favorite position by far—and kissed me hard. I bit her lip, pulling it between my teeth as she giggled.

“Let’s just say there’s a reason why I love coming to the laundromat. And why I have a special connection with dryer number twelve.”

“You like the vibrations on your clit, don’t you? You little slut. You know I can always buy you a vibrator, strap it to your pussy, and just watch you melt away into multiple orgasms?”

Ahri let out a faint hum. The sound of approval for that idea.

Let’s throw that into the bucket list, shall we, Jack?

Our tongues battled with one another before she sucked my tongue.

“That’s not what I like the vibration for,” Ahri whispered, her bottom lip brushing against my earlobe as her warm breath teased my flesh.

I was lost in lust. Unable to speak when Ahri bit my neck. I loved when she did that. When she left her marks on me like she did with the hickey and claw marks from our last fuck. I loved her marks for the same reason why I loved giving them.

Ownership, possession, belonging.

“Jack?” She let out a breathless moan.

I went wild on her ass, gripping it like it was the only thing my hands were made for. Because they were.

“Keep saying my name, and you know you’ll get everything you ever asked for, Ahrianna,” I growled, moving back to her lips.

“Jack…I need you to fuck me.” Ahri spoke, her voice faint and pleaded.

As I moved toward her pussy, I felt something round and hard snug between her ass cheeks. My cock throbbed so hard I thought I was going to burst through my jeans.

“Are you?” my breaths short as I went back to her asshole.

I pushed the gem. Ahri went wild, running her fingers through my hair. I pushed deeper, hearing her get louder like she was riding my cock with my finger in her tight asshole—which for the record, I did say was going to happen the first day I met her.

Ahri nodded and before she could say a word I had my way with her. I dropped her on the ground, turned her over, and pressed her face down into the folding table letting the animal inside of me take over. Ahri gasped when I thrust my painfully hard cock against her ass. I pressed her harder on the table, giving her ass a sharp slap that made her yelp with joy.

Her expression was everything I was feeling. Speechless and filled with pure fucking ecstasy. I pulled off her shirt, almost ripping it off her body, and dropped her panties to her ankles.

A hot pink gemstone was snug between her behind. It had me wanting to drop on my knees and worship Ahri’s ass like it was my Lord and Savior. The words, ‘Oh my, God’ left my lips when I spread and closed Ahri's ass cheeks, making the gemstone disappear and reappear.

“My fucking Goddess.” I bit my lip so hard I was on the verge of biting it off.

It was like Ahri read my fucking mind. I was going to fuck all her holes, but she was two steps ahead of me.

Ahri let out sweet pleasurable sighs, but nothing close to what I was going to be hearing in the next few minutes. Orgasmic screams. I pressed on the gemstone, watching Ahri’s eyes open wide like her ‘O’ shaped lips.

“Wait, wait, wait…” she stopped my hand. “Not here, let’s go back to—”

I cut off her words by pressing my painfully hard boner into the crack of her ass, making sure the butt plug was still getting pushed inside of her. I gripped her hair tight and dropped my chest to her back. I trapped her in the position I was going to fuck her raw and hard with no mercy, like the animal I was when I was near Ahri.

“I’m going to fuck you right here, baby girl,” I growled into her ear.

“What if someone comes?” she asked, her voice weak.

I dry fucked her, gripping her hair tighter and lacing my free hand into hers. I went for her earlobe, biting it softly as Ahri trembled underneath me.

“Oh, Ahrianna,” I whispered. “Let them watch. Let them hear us. Let’s fucking show them how to fuck. Let’s show them what real, unfiltered, wild animals can do. I don't fucking care. You’re mine and only mine. Only I can touch you, and only I can be inside of you. So, let them see who you belong to because you belong to Jack. And if anyone ever tries to lay a finger on you. I swear to God, I will rip them apart with my bare fucking hands,” I growled.

I moved my bites and kisses down her neck, back, and ass, leaving a faint trail of red marks—premature hickies. I took off my sweater and dropped my pants, the sound of my wallet chain clashing with the floor never sounded so free for my poor throbbing cock. Ahri purred, looking over her shoulder and smiled when she saw the top of my brief’s.

Touch Me.

I dropped my briefs, grabbed my cock and slapped Ahri’s ass a few times with it. I didn’t want to fuck her just yet. I wanted a taste before anything else. I dropped to my knees and dove right in. Ahri letting out blissful purrs as she wiggled her ass in my face.

I devoured my baby girl like she was the only item on the whole menu. And she was. I couldn't get enough of her. I bit her ass, leaving a bite mark so fucking deep that the cops would be able to ID me with it. I kissed my way back to Ahri’s sweet flower petals and nectar. I pushed the gem, making Ahri go wild and tense up as I ate her cunt. I could tell you she was ready. Ready to come all over my face and ready to have my cock inside of her ass.

I pulled on her labia, sucking on her throbbing swollen clit as I hugged and pulled her ass into my face until I ran out of air.

Fuck, if this wasn't the best way to die, I don’t know what is.

“Jack,” she panted.

Ahri’s breathing intensified, her body tensed, and her pussy began to hug my tongue.

“I’m coming Jack!” she cried onto the folding table, her breath fogging up the white surface.

Ahri’s screams were beautiful. I never stopped tasting, licking, and biting her delicious pussy as she released every sweet drop of her orgasm. Her legs shook, she got up on her tiptoes and tried to push my head away from her joy. I didn’t let her. I never stopped sucking on her clit or biting her pussy lips. I pulsed the gemstone with my thumb, making sure I got the full effect of her orgasm and when her perfect ‘O’ face and eye rolls came into the picture. I knew I was a fucking king, making Ahri stress free and completely satisfied.

“Fuck…Fuck, Jack,” she cried, her legs still trembling like an earthquake.

When Ahri relaxed, I focused on the hot pink gem. I pushed it in and pulled it out, watching her tight ass beg for me not to take it away from her. But I needed to. I wanted my cock to be inside of her. I wanted to watch her tight ass beg for me not to take my cock away.

I encased the plug into my hand and went straight for her ass, rimming and licking it. Oh, my God, even her ass was sweet. Fuck me. Ahri yelped from the new pleasure. She stood tall on her tiptoes, hands flat on the table as she looked down at me with wide eyes. I thought they were going to pop out like loose buttons.

“I told you, you have an ass I could, and will, eat for days.” My voice muffled in her ass. Ahri’s bottom lip trembled and glistened with her drool. She tried to say something, anything but failed. She bit her lip hard, and I never dared to look away from those coal black eyes. I winked and slipped my tongue into the hole I was soon going to enter, and she cried out. Such beautiful cries.

That’s it, baby girl, be daddy’s little anal slut.

Be a good girl for me and only me.

When I had enough of her ass, I stood up tall and gripped my dripping cock. I moved my pre-cum covered tip along her slit and ass, connecting the perfect dots. I set the butt plug on the folding table for later.

I slapped Ahri’s ass and grabbed her throat to feel her voice vibrate in my hand. Pulling her close to my body, I moved my cock snug between her thighs as her wet fold massaged my shaft. Ahri smiled at me with nothing but lust and one thing on her mind. My cock. I slipped myself inside of her wet cunt, a small taste before I went into her ass. The word ‘fuck’ started to be the only appropriate word in this situation as my balls ached to be released.

“Fuck,” I gritted.

I hated how quickly Ahri made me want to come. How easily I turned into a virgin every time I entered her. Not even First-Time-Jack was this bad. I hated it, but I loved every part of it as well. It wasn’t because of the lack of sex over the last seven years.

It was Ahri.

Only she could do this to me.

“Fuck,” I gritted again.

Ahri gripped my wrist, her eyes as wide as can be.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Ahri spoke faster than all the rappers I used to listen to when I was younger. “You can’t come inside of me Jack. Not today.”

I shook my head and thrusted into her, trying to figure out what Ahri said and at the same time trying to ignore it.

“Jack, I’m serious. I’ll get pregnant,” she moaned, the vibration from her voice against my hand making it harder not to cum. I kissed her ear, thrusting faster inside of her cunt and gripping her throat a little tighter. “Jack!” Her tone orgasmic and furious.

The more she said my name, the closer I got to finishing. It really was a double-edged sword kind of situation.

“What’s so wrong with having my baby?” I teased, but at the same time. I didn’t.

I smashed into her a few more times until I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out, releasing my orgasm all over her ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ahrianna!” I let out a deep growl as I stroked myself making sure I got every drop. My hot cum dripped down Ahri's puckered asshole.

Fuck, I wanted more.

I needed more.

I guess the beauty of coming early and outside of Ahri was extra lube. I kissed Ahri’s dimple before I released her throat and she fell forward onto her weak hands that almost gave out. Her blissful black eyes peeked over her shoulder as she sported a shy smile.

“Thanks, Jack.” Her voice soft and her cheeks rosy.

“Just like you’re a good girl. I’m a really good boy.” I winked.

A sentence that should be taken lightly, very lightly and Ahri knew that.

“Now, let’s get to the fun part,” I said, licking my lips and smacking Ahri’s ass.

Taking the butt plug off the table, I licked it and moaned. I took in the last taste of Ahri’s ass before I fucked it. Ahri whimpered and turned a deeper shade of red.

“Come on, baby girl. You know Daddy’s the filthiest guy you’re ever going to be with.” I licked the last of Ahri’s sweet ass on the butt plug before I sucked on it and used it as a pacifier.

I traced my finger down her ass, using my cum as lube as I pushed inside of her.

“Please just fuck me, Jack!” Ahri purred.

I pulled out my finger and rimmed her begging asshole with the tip of my cock.

“Jack, please fuck me,” she begged, almost crying as she moved her ass back.

I stood still watching the head of my cock disappear inside Ahri as she grabbed her laundry bag for something to hold on to. She winced, her eyes getting a little watery from both the pain and pleasure.

“Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh. It’s okay. Just relax.” I soothed her, pushing her down on the table as I ran my hand down her back. Ahri cried out a little more, but I kept pushing. I made sure to never let her forget I was here. That she was safe. I ran my hands down Ahri’s back and waist, caressing any and every part of her until I could fuck her wild.

“It's going to hurt but keep taking me in, and I’ll make the pain worth the pleasure, baby girl,” I muttered through the hot pink gemstone.

I pushed in a little more, a little more than halfway in when Ahri’s pain started to turn into pleasure. She moaned the deeper I went inside of her. When I was ten inches deep, she rolled her eyes back in pure and utter satisfaction. I pulled in and out, the mixture of pain and pleasure mixing together until I stretched her out and she was just left with pleasure.

“Fuck me harder, Jack,” she moaned, her eyes wide, lips trembling; begging, and praying for more. And with those magic words, I turned into a servant ready to please every inch of Ahri.

I smashed into her so hard the folding table began to creak, but that didn't stop me. I fucked the moans right out of my baby girl as she clenched the bag of clothes tighter and tighter. It wasn't before long Ahri had another orgasm and another and another, one right after the other. I wanted to keep track of how many I gave her but after the fifth. I lost count.

“Who’s Jack’s little anal slut?”

I moved my hand under Ahri, rolling her nipple between my finger as I sucked on the butt plug as hard as I could.

“I am!” she screamed.

I pinched her nipples harder, and when I was done, I pushed her down the folding table again. Another creak took over the table. I turned Ahri red, sore, and a hot fucking mess the longer I fucked her and slapped her ass. God, she was fucking perfect. My grunts were low, heavy, and muffled from the butt plug. I sucked and bit down harder on the metal plug, worried that I was about to chip my tooth and bust another load at the same time.

“Say my name.” I grunted.

“Jack!” Ahri screamed.

“Again!”

“Jack!”

“Tell me who you belong to?”

“Jack!”

“Again!”

“I belong to Jack!” Ahri screamed, and a tear went down her cheek, but I assure you it wasn’t from pain. It was all from pleasure.

“Who’s the best fuck of your life?”

“Jack is!”

“Now, tell me…” I paused giving her a breathtaking thrust. “…who do you love?”

“Jack! I love Jack!”

With that final answer, I came hard and long. My chest set on fire, sweat dripping along the side of my face, and a few wild black wavy locks of hair covered my face. My body went weak, and I dropped my hands down on the folding table for support as they shook. I kept coming, my swollen cock throbbing and pulsing with each breath I took. My muscles left sore, unable to move, and we both stayed silent.

Ahri giggled softly, and slowly pushed herself up the folding table with her shaky arms. Her back touched my chest, her body burning up and pulsing as hard as mine.

“You tricked me, Jack,” she said in a raspy voice, her eyes narrowing down on me.

I cocked an eyebrow and popped the hot pink gemstone out of my mouth. “And how did I trick you baby girl?”

I knew how I tricked her. I knew what I was asking. I knew what I wanted to hear even though it wasn’t true and Ahri had no idea what she was saying.

I wanted to hear it.

Just this once.

Ahri rolled her eyes, and before she spoke, I pulled out of her ass giving her one last glide of satisfaction. I licked the butt plug one more time before pushing it back into her ass where it belonged.

“All I heard was the truth, Ahrianna,” I teased and slapped her ass.

I set my hands on the table again, leaning my full weight on it as I tried to catch my breath.

Big mistake.

Snap.