“Oh my God! How can you be horny at a time like this?” Addie cries and I have to laugh.

I kiss her shoulder and make my way up to her neck. Slowly, my hands move up her hips, dragging my shirt out of the way as I go. I want her naked again. Addie’s body is perfection. She shouldn’t have clothes on to hide it from me.

“You’re here,” I respond, because the answer is that simple. Sliding inside of Addie and watching her eyes as I took her settled something inside of me that I didn’t even know was there. I finally understand what Gray and White meant when they said the world changes when you find the right woman.

Addie is the right woman.

“Last week, or heck even the week before that, you didn’t care if I was around or not. I’m not sure I trust this change in you,” she mutters and I hate it. I hate that I put this doubt in her head.

I hate that I haven’t managed to fuck it out of her—but, I’ll damn sure keep trying.

“I cared,” I respond. “You just didn’t see it. Now I’m trying to show you.”

“Can you show me after you find a way to break us out of here.”

“Addie, sweetheart, my skill is locking men up in jail—not getting them out.”

She turns around to look at me, annoyance sparkling in those pretty eyes of hers. I wonder if I dropped to my knees and licked her sweet little pussy if hunger would show in them…

“Are you saying you can’t pick the lock?”

“It’s doubtful. It’s just a holding cell, but it is for a jail. Still, it might be possible,” I shrug.

“Oh thank God! What are you waiting for!?!?! Try it!” she urges, nearly jumping up and down with glee at the thought. It almost—almost makes me sad that I’m about to burst her bubble.

“Sure, Princess, just pass me something to pick the lock with,” I joke, taking a step back.

“Sure, I… what can we use?” she asks, looking frantically around.

“My guess is nothing,” I tell her, picking her up. She wraps her legs around me—my guess is because she’s afraid she will fall. Then she uses her hands to slap my shoulders.

“What are you doing? We have to find something to pick the lock with!”

“Addie, there’s nothing in here to pick a lock with,” I assure her, walking her over to the small table. I put her down on it, and then pull up a chair to sit in front of her.

“You don’t know that! How can you be sure?”

“Think for a minute, Addie.”

“I can’t think! Any minute now someone is going to come in here and find us together. They’re going to take one look at me in your shirt and you…with your dick bouncing around like a giant neon kangaroo and—”

“Neon kangaroo? Have you seen many of those?”

“Oh stop! You know what I mean! They’re going to know what we’ve been doing! In a jail cell!”

“We’re probably not the first, if it makes you feel better,” I tell her calmly, while taking her feet and placing each one on the arm of a chair.

“Of course it doesn’t make me feel—Wait… What do you mean we’re not the first?”

“I caught Luka buttoning his pants one morning with Petal coming out of the cell.”

“I… do they do that often?” she asks, as I let my hand move up her legs, carefully.

“I have no idea.”

“You don’t?” she asks and her voice breaks off into a surprised moan as my fingers trace the lips from her pussy.

“I don’t exactly keep up with when and where Luka puts his dick in my sister, Princess.”

“I… Oh… I guess that makes sense,” she mumbles, her body jerking as my fingers slide into her wet pussy.

“What are you doing?” she whimpers her body shuddering as I hold her open and expose her clit to the cool air.

“Being locked in the slammer makes me hungry.”

“It does?”

“Hell yes, it does,” I tell her, kissing the inside of her thigh. I let my teeth drag against her skin, teasing the tender area, so close to where I plan on burying my face but far enough away to tease her.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be doing this, Black,” she moans, but her fingers tangle into my hair, and she tries to pull my face deeper between her legs. I kiss all the way up, letting my tongue follow the path my teeth make, soothing her. I stop only when I get to the lips of her pussy. At first I don’t touch her there. I just let her have my breath for a minute, knowing how hot it will feel against her skin.

“Don’t think, Princess. Just feel…” I whisper, as I flatten my tongue and begin licking the lips of her pussy. She practically yanks my hair. I know what she wants, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet.

“Black… Stop toying with me!” she mumbles, her body trembling. She leans back, opening herself up to me.

“But, Addie, you’re my favorite toy,” I murmur, kissing her clit gently.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” I murmur, sucking her clit into my mouth. I tease her like that, sucking, teasing it with my tongue, licking… anything I can do to make her wetter… to make her lose control.

“Promise,” she orders doing her best to grind that sweet little cunt into my face.

This time when I suck on her clit and pull it into my mouth, I slide two fingers deep inside of her. She cries out and her hunger just feeds mine. “Make me come, Black. Please make me come,” she orders, yelling out the words as she greedily rides my face trying to take over. I don’t let her, but I’ll make sure she comes… more than once.

I’ll make sure she comes so hard that she never doubts that she’s mine.