FOURTEEN - ROCK
She took all I could give. The sight of her innocent little mouth with my cock filling it was too much to take. I came within minutes but I'm still voraciously hungry for her as if nothing has yet happened between us.
I sink to my knees, looking at her naked body in detail. From the swell of her breasts, down her stomach to her pussy, I want it all. I run my hands over her, marvelling at the softness of her skin, the way her nipples stand in contrast, so rigid, so wanton, revealing her arousal so much better than words ever could.
I shove her legs apart, moving my fingers to her pussy. I do not tease her. I am too impatient. I pull her lips wide with my fingers, running my tongue up the length of her.
She tastes sweet, her wetness coating my tongue when I dip into her, hearing her gasp above me. Her muscles throb around my tongue as I delve deep into her, my hands toying with her soft folds.
She moves my hand slowly, showing me exactly where to touch her. There is a hard spot above her pussy and she circles my fingers over it until I get the rhythm.
The motion makes her moan above me, the moans louder when I lap down towards her ass, circling that hole before I return to her pink pussy, the sight of it enough to make me stiffen again so soon after coming.
I want to keep licking her but as my cock hardens, I grow impatient. I move my hand quicker on the spot she showed me and am rewarded by her body writhing under me. Within a minute, she is swearing and cursing and I love the sound of such bad words coming from her mouth, they are so out of place. I knew she wanted me and I was right.
Suddenly her hips buck upwards and she spasms around my tongue, her legs shaking, her mouth letting out a long groan of pleasure.
"I'm coming!" she screams and I keep licking until she is done, her body sinking back onto the bed. As she recovers I climb up, lowering myself onto her. "Be gentle," she says as I take my cock in my hand.
I am gentle, at first. I guide myself into her, loving the way her pussy grips the head of my cock, the wetness helping it glide deeper as she gradually widens to let me in.
She winces slightly when I drive home but then her legs go around my back and she draws my body against hers. We lay together like that as we kiss, me buried in her, loving the feeling more than anything I've ever felt before.
Then I start to rock in place. I manage to remain slow for a minute or two but I have to speed up, I have to thrust harder.
I start to ram into her, my hips rocking back and forth in place. I cannot get deep enough and this frustrates me. An inch is left outside her.
I turn her over, raising her onto all fours. She wantonly pushes her hips back towards me, her pussy glistening with need. I sink into it again, this time able to go all the way, though she yelps when I drive the last inch home.
I give her a brief moment to get used to the sensation before pulling back and then beginning to slam into her. She fights for breath and I do the same.
I don't want to come yet. I want this to last. I pull out and get her on her knees again, sliding into her mouth, lust racing through me at the sight of her tasting her own wetness.
We shift onto the bed, her mouth on my cock, mine on her pussy. Each time she plunges onto me, I delve into her, tasting that wonderful sweetness again. I get too close to coming to do this for long and I pull her onto me, driving her down so I can look up at her. She plays with her breasts as she impales herself on my length. Her head tosses from side to side and her eyes close as she grinds down on me.
I reach up with my hands and take hold of hers, making her balance so she can bounce on me, moving faster, driving herself down again and again.
I get to see her orgasm this time, her back arching as she gives in to it. She grinds on me and I feel her pussy contracting around my cock.
I am impatient to reach my own climax and I have to do it now. I shove her on her back, slamming into her. She cries out as I drive home over and over while staring down at her pussy, my cock vanishing into it. I know I'm close and when she says, "Come in me," in that soft voice of hers, I go over the edge.
I cannot do what she asks. I will not risk her getting pregnant in here.
I pull out at the last possible moment, spurting onto her stomach, coating her with my seed, my balls aching from the force of it. She looks into my eyes, shock in her features as I splash a final time.
I sink onto her, letting the last pulses fade from my shaft. Only then do I move off her.
As I do, I hear a round of applause from the other side of the bars. "How romantic," a voice says.
I look over and there he is, sneering at the two of us.
"Now it's my turn," he adds, rubbing his hands together.
I move her behind me, getting to my feet. I will die before he touches her. If he enters the cell I will tear him to pieces. She is mine now, I will guard her with every ounce of strength in me.
"You will not touch her," I say, no threat to my voice, just a promise.
"What has come over you?" he asks. "One whiff of her and your behaviour goes downhill. Give her to me. It's my turn."
"Never."
"Do it or pay the price."
I think of mother. I still cannot let him take her. I shake my head.
"Very well," he snaps, turning and leaving, the door slamming behind him.
"What did he mean?" she asks, coming to stand next to me, her hand on my shoulder.
"I don't know," I reply. "But I know one thing."
"What?"
"We need to get out of here."