This time, the guard drops me off in the conjugal trailer before Damon arrives. I take the opportunity to position myself to best advantage, reclined across the bed with my low-cut top hanging just at the edge of my bra, low enough to reveal the lace, and my tight skirt hiked around my thighs, barely long enough to conceal my pussy. I skipped the panties again. I’m learning what Damon likes.

The moment the door opens and Damon steps inside, his dark eyes jump straight to me and remain fixed there. I purposefully, slowly uncross and cross my legs, drawing his attention to my long, sleek, bare legs. His mouth quirks into an appreciative grin, even as the guard cracks a joke about him having more than his due share of fun this week, then shuts the door behind Damon.

“Excited to see me, little fiancée?” he asks, his voice low as he steps forward into the room.

In response I push to my feet and step toward him, letting my gaze sweep over his body the same way he’s studying me. Sure enough, there’s already a bulge growing in his pants. I smirk and glance back up at him, hips cocked. “Not as excited as you are to see me, it seems,” I reply.

He mirrors me, stepping closer as well, until there’s barely an inch of air between us. It hums with energy, with all the pent-up lust we’re both holding back, barely. His smile turns feral as he reaches out, fingertips an inch away from my hip, where they hover without quite touching me, making my body ache for his warm, rough touch. “I beg to differ, darling.” He bends down, until his lips are a centimeter from my neck, and breathes in deeply. “Mm. I can smell how excited you are from here.”

My cheeks go red-hot. Because, of course, just his mere proximity already has me wet as hell, thinking about what he did to me last time. Wondering what he’ll do this time.

But I have business here. I need to keep my head on straight. I tilt my head to meet his gaze, smiling, our lips inches apart. “I want real information today, Damon. No more hints and half-clues. None of this ‘the money is in the same county where I left it.’ Tell me what I want to know.”

To my surprise, Damon smiles right back at me and nods. “I will, Ashley. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know… As long as you make it worth my while.”

I lift one eyebrow. I’ve heard this before. “What do you want, exactly?”

“Simple.” He steps back, and for a moment, I gasp in air, trying to clear my head.

That doesn’t last long. Because his hands have shifted to the clasp of his prison-issued pants, and he’s undoing them slowly, gaze still boring into mine. “Ever since you begged me to make you come with that sexy mouth of yours, I’ve wanted to feel those big lips wrapped around my cock.” He undoes the zipper, and pushes his pants down his legs. His boxers slide after, and his cock springs free, already rock-hard.

My eyes widen as I take him in. Not only is he ripped, with that sexy V of muscle pointing straight toward his cock, but he’s hung, too. Long and thick, curved slightly upward at the tip, a bead of precum glistening, practically begging for me to lick it off. The scent of sex, already thick in the air from both of us sweating at the sight of each other, seems to grow thicker. All I can think about is him, his juicy cock, and how badly I want to drop to my knees and wrap my lips around him. I want to feel him in my mouth, to see how deep I can take him. Whether I can handle him.

“What do you say, dirty girl? Do have a deal, Ms. Marrón?”

I catch his eye. Study the feral lust written all over his face, his sheer desire for me. “We have a deal, Mr. Tell.” With that, I grab the sheet off the bed and whip it off. Dump it in a pile at his feet and fall to my knees on top of it, cushioned from the hard floor of the trailer.

He sucks in a sharp breath when I wrap my fist around the base of his cock, tracing his length with my hand first. He’s so thick that I have to reach up with my other hand to fit all the way around him. I trace his length, back and forth, slow at first, and lean down to flick my tongue across the head of his cock, licking off that delicate little pearl of cum.

“Hungry girl,” he murmurs, as his hands find my hair and dig through it, tightening into fists around my locks.

I grin and spread my lips to slowly inch him into my mouth. He hasn’t seen anything yet.

“That’s right,” Damon says, low in the back of his throat. “Take my cock in your tight little mouth.”

I open my jaw wide to slowly inch him deeper, teasing. But he’s having none of my slow moves. He grips my hair tighter and thrusts his hips forward an inch, pushing his shaft deeper into my throat. I tighten my fists around the base of his cock and relax my jaw, savoring the soft, velvet feel of his cock gliding across my tongue, and the hardness of his shaft under that soft skin. At the same time, I dig my tongue up against the underside of him, and smile to myself when I hear him moan, and feel his cock shudder between my lips.

“Deeper, Ashley. Suck my cock like you’re hungry for it.”

He pushes against me, his cock pressing farther back into my mouth than I’d ever let any of my previous boyfriends go. For a moment, I struggle to open my mouth wider, to keep my eyes from watering. But then I feel his hands loosen in my hair, go almost gentle, as he whispers, “Relax.”

So I do. I let my body go; let him take control. And he does. He thrusts into my mouth until the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, and I moan against him, automatic. My voice vibrates around him, makes him gasp and draw back, then thrust between my lips again, his tip pressing down my throat a little. I struggle to catch my breath, and he runs his hands through my hair again.

“That’s it. Take it all in that sexy mouth of yours. Take my whole fucking cock, Ashley.”

He draws back for just long enough to let me catch my breath, and this time when he presses forward again, his tip slides down my throat, and my lips touch the base of his cock, my eyes widening.

I didn’t know I could do this. I didn’t know I could take a cock as big as his. Part of me, a bigger part than I care to admit, thrills with pride at the thought. I used to not be sure about blowjobs—usually it felt like a chore. But with Damon it’s hot as hell—like a contest. A game. And I’m winning it.

“Fuck, Ash, you are such a dirty little girl,” Damon murmurs, and I love that sound. The sound of him losing control to me.

He draws back, and I reach around to grip his ass with both of my hands as we find our rhythm—me rocking back and forth on my knees, keeping my lips clamped tight around his thick shaft, and him thrusting against me, his hips colliding with my face with each thrust, his cock spearing deep into my throat every time. It takes effort to keep my mouth open wide, my jaw relaxed, but it’s worth it for every peek I steal up at his face, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, his mouth open in distraction, and his chiseled body hard with anticipation in between thrusts.

“I’m going to come in your throat, Ashley. I’m going to make you swallow my cum, every last drop.”

I moan around him in agreement, and that makes his cock jump inside my mouth, the flat plane of his abs tensing as he starts to near his edge. I dig my tongue up against his underside and keep moving my lips around him, making him grit his teeth and groan through them.

“Fuck,” he hisses one last time, and with a sharp inhale, he starts to come. “That’s it, take it, swallow it all,” he gasps, and I suck his cock hard, milking every last drop.

He tastes the same way he smells—animalistic, all salt and a heady, hot scent that makes me go weak at the knees. I can’t get enough of the taste, and even after he stops coming, I keep licking his cock, cleaning every drop of cum from him, until finally he reaches down and tilts my chin up so I pause long enough to meet his eyes.

“You are dangerously fucking good at that, do you know that?” he asks, a dark chuckle underlying his tone.

I can’t help it. I grin up at him, pleased. “Do you want me to try again?” I ask, leaning forward to flick my tongue across the tip of his cock. To my surprise, he’s already starting to get hard again, or at least not softening all the way. Those dark eyes of his are still locked on mine, boring into me, and I wonder if it’s the sight of me kneeling at his feet that has him hardening once more already.

Before I can ask, Damon reaches down with both hands and draws me to my feet. It’s easy for him—he picks me up like I weigh nothing at all. I glance up at him, our faces inches apart, and then I reach for the hem of the shirt he’s still wearing. Slowly peel it up and off him, to drop it into a pile beside the pants he already shed. He’s naked in front of me now, every inch of his sculpted muscles on perfect display, and I run my hands across his chest, his abs, his hips, unable to believe that I just made this man, this Adonis, nearly drop to his knees in pleasure with my mouth alone.

From the look in his eyes, Damon can’t believe it either. He watches me touch him for a moment in silence, then reaches down and pulls off my shirt as well, slowly and sensuously, not at all like the rough man from earlier who demanded I suck his cock for a deal.

A deal… There’s something else I should be focusing on. Another job I had to do here. It nags at me, but not hard enough to break through the fog when Damon drops my shirt to the floor beside us and unclasps my bra next, letting my breasts spring free. He reaches down to cup them with both hands, his thumbs massaging my nipples in slow circles until they harden under his touch.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, and standing there, before his awed gaze, I feel it, for the first time in a long time.

I step closer to him, let our torsos press together, and feel the white hot heat between us, the burn of his skin against mine. His arms encircle me almost by habit, and then creep down toward my skirt, to push under the waistband and slide down to cup my ass.

Our faces hover just centimeters apart. So close that I can feel his hot breath on my cheek, and catch the scent of him, mingled with mint now. “Tell me the truth,” I murmur. “Did you clean up for me today, Damon Tell?”

“Is that one of your questions?” he asks, eyes snagging mine. Then, without another answer, without waiting for me to respond to that, he leans forward and his lips collide with mine.

We crash into each other. There’s no other word for that kiss—for the way his mouth devours mine, hungry and wanting, and the way I swallow him right back, our tongues tangled and our lips pressed together so hard I can feel my teeth behind them, but I don’t care. He bites my lower lip, just hard enough to make me gasp, and I catch his lip between my teeth next, tease him by rolling it between my teeth.

His arms tighten around me, lift me off the ground, and next thing I know we’re tumbling sideways onto the bed, Damon on top of me, pinning me beneath his strong body, my legs wrapped around his waist as he leans in, mouth still firmly clasped to mine. We part just long enough for him to gaze down at me, a growl in his throat.

“I can taste my cum on your tongue,” he murmurs, a faint grin on his lips. “It’s hot as hell, Ashley Marrón.”

In response, I lean up to kiss him again, and his hands slide between us, just long enough to undo the clasp of my skirt and wriggle it down and off my hips. He tosses it aside, laughing under his breath when he finds that, once again, I’m wearing no panties beneath.

“Quick learner,” he says, his voice appreciative.

“It helps when you have a thing for your teacher,” I point out, grinning. But something about the moment stops him, then. He pauses, leaning over me, gaze sweeping over my body. The same hunger, same lust, is still white-hot in his gaze, but now he’s hesitating, and I don’t know why.

“What is it?” I murmur, when he doesn’t say anything for a moment.

Damon leans back, slowly, and my body aches, physically protesting the lack of his hot warmth against me. “I didn’t meant to do that,” he says, his voice different now, low and soft and filled with regret.

I push myself up to a seated position on my elbows. Then I try and fail to catch his eye. “Do what?”

He runs a hand through his hair. Grips it and tugs a little, his teeth gritted. “You should leave.”

“Leave? Now?”

“This is all getting too messy, and I’m not in control—”

“Tell me what’s going on, Damon? One second you’re demanding I suck your cock for information, the next you’re freaking out and kicking me out of the visitation room—without fulfilling your half of the bargain, I might add.”

“Oh, I’ll give you your damn information, Ashley. If that’s all you care about.”

“I asked what was wrong, and you refused to tell me.”

“Because if you stay, things are going to get worse for you. Way more complicated.”

“So what?” I demand, setting my jaw. “What’s going to happen if I stay, exactly?”

“If you stay, I’m going to do what I really want to do to you.” He finally meets my eye again, and this time, there’s a look there that I’ve never seen before. He looks… angry. But not at me. At himself. “Are you prepared to accept that, Ashley? Are you really as brave as you act like you are?”

I square my shoulders. “I came here to do a job, Damon. I’d do anything for this business—for my father. And unlike you, I finish the jobs I start.”

That blow lands. I watch it happen, watch the flinch in his eyes, and the way he reacts to it, the way his anger fills in the hole I just shot in his armor. “Fine,” he practically snarls. “You want me to finish this job? Be careful what you ask for.” He grabs me, then, and tosses me backwards onto the bed, landing hard on top of me.

He spreads my legs roughly, arching his back so the tip of his cock runs along the length of my slit, from back to front, coating himself in my juices—because, damn him, I’m already wet as hell from sucking his cock earlier.

“Last chance,” he says, glaring down at me. “Tell me to stop. Because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you right now, Ashley. I’m going to fuck you, raw and real, so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here in a straight line. And when I’m ready, I’m going to come inside your tight little pussy. Are you ready for that?”

My stomach flips a little. I’ve never heard a guy say it like that, never heard anyone threaten to come inside me so ferociously. Somehow, it’s turning me the fuck on. I’m on birth control at least, so that part doesn’t bother me. Plus, it’s kind of sexy when he says it like that.

So I just spread my legs wider and lift my chin, meeting his dare with one of my own. “Show me what you’ve got, Damon.”

He thrusts into me so hard and fast that I cry out, unable to resist. His cock is thick, thicker than any guy I’ve been with before, and it spreads my pussy wide, making me feel stuffed already. He draws back, thrusts again, and this time I can feel the tip of his cock touch my cervix just barely, his girth stretching my walls. I’ve never felt so fucking full.

In response, I arch my hips up against him. He pulls back and starts to find his rhythm, thrusting deep into me with every thrust.

“You like that, dirty girl? You like feeling a real man’s cock inside you?” He reaches down to grab my breasts, and pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I gasp aloud, and he tightens his grip, just hard enough to make it sting a little, to send conflicting messages to my overloading brain—pain and pleasure, ache and ecstasy.

“Fucking give it to me, Damon,” I manage to gasp between thrusts, as he continues to pound into me.

That makes him grin. Without warning, he grips my hips, draws back and out of me—I can’t help it then, I mewl faintly in protest at the sensation of his warm cock leaving my pussy entirely—and flips me over beneath him. I land on all fours, and grip the bed with both hands to hold on as he drives his cock into my pussy from behind.

“God you’re fucking tight,” he groans. I cast a glance over my shoulder and find his eyes glossed, his expression torn between anger and lust. He pushes my head down, buries my face in the pillow, and wraps a fist around my hair as he continues to fuck me, his other hand clamped tight around my hip to hold me in place while he takes what he wants from me.

I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. I’m completely in his control, and we both know it… and I’m fucking loving it.

He speeds up, then, and I thrust back against him, moving my hips in sync with his. When I clench my pussy, pulling the muscles as tight as I can, he growls against the nape of my neck and bites the skin there lightly, still thrusting into me.

“That’s it, get ready for it,” he murmurs.

“I’m ready,” I manage to gasp out, my breath coming hard and fast as we move faster, harder. His balls slap against my pussy lips, and I’m sure I’ll have black and blue marks on my ass where his hips are colliding with my cheeks. I don’t care. “I want your cum, Damon. Come inside me.”

“I’m going to fill that tight little pussy with cum.” His hands reach under me to grab my breasts again, massaging hard and tight. My already hard nipples ache so hard they feel like they’re going to burst, but it’s a pleasurable ache. One that I want to keep feeling as long as possible.

He arches his hips, angles so that his cock drags along my front inner wall, and I gasp in surprise as his tip rakes hard across my G-spot. My knees start to tremble, but now that he’s found the sweet spot, Damon doesn’t give me any reprieve. He keeps fucking me right there, making sure his cock hits my G-spot on every inward and outward thrust. Before long, my breath comes in gasping pants, as the orgasm sweeps toward me.

I cry out when it hits, my voice so loud that a distant part of my brain wonders if the guards will register it as a scream. I don’t care. I’m too lost in the pleasure, loving the feeling of Damon’s cock inside me. He continues to fuck me without pause, without so much as a break to let me catch my breath. The sensation of his cock still sliding over and over my already-sensitive G-spot makes a second, smaller orgasm hit me almost right away, my legs shaking under me as I scream again, this time into the pillow.

Damon laughs softly behind me. “I love hearing you come for me,” he murmurs. But I manage to regain control of my body for long enough to thrust back against him, then, and I’m rewarded by hearing his own gasp, and feeling his cock shudder inside me as he nears the edge himself.

“Come inside me,” I gasp, thrusting back against him. “Come in me, Damon.”

A low growl is my only response. He’s beyond words now. He grabs my hips and pulls me back against him, hard, as his cock spreads my pussy wide. With one last hard fuck, he starts to come, his cock shuddering inside my pussy, and white-hot semen coating my walls as he finishes. I tighten my pussy around him, clenching the muscles as hard as I can, and I’m rewarded with another spasm from his cock, another wash of cum. So much of it. Fucking hell, that’s hot.

He pulls back, and I moan faintly, especially when the hot liquid drips down my legs in a rush—a combination of both our juices, making the air in this small room hot and thick with the scent of sex.

I collapse forward onto the bed, breath coming short and fast. I’m not sure what I expect now, but it isn’t this. It isn’t Damon lying down alongside me, wrapping both arms around my waist and pulling me tight against him. It isn’t him resting his chin on my shoulder, so his warm breath caresses my ear as he murmurs against my skin, “You’re too good for your father.”

I frown and try to turn, glance back at him. But he just tightens his grip, holds me in place.

“He doesn’t deserve your sacrifice, Ashley,” Damon whispers.