Large hands find mine, and he pins them to the mattress beside my head. I moan against his passion as one of his hands trails down my arm to cup my face. He tilts my head, positioning me just the way he wants me, allowing himself to have complete control.
His fingers continue their perusal down my neck, over my chest, and when he pinches my nipples through my shirt, I buck my hips up into him, a deep pleading whine escaping me.
His hand moves down further, all the way to my bare thigh, and then he starts sliding his hand back up, under my shirt and over my hip. When he finds no panties there, that rumble returns, deeper this time as his kiss turns frantic.
I lift my free hand and run my fingers through his short hair, lightly grazing my nails across the back of his head. His hips are the ones to buck this time, telling me he likes that. I do it again, and his hand moves across my abdomen to the place where I’m craving his touch the most.
His thumb circles my clit, and I whimper against him, my hand moving to his shoulder to hang on tight to him. He continues the torturous movement until I can't take it anymore.
Hoping that he’ll give me more if I make him as needy as me, I push my hand down between us until I find his hard bulge that’s been pressing into my thigh. I squeeze him through his boxers, and a sound that sounds a lot like a muffled moan escapes his throat, surprising me.
My kiss becomes as desperate as his, and I try to give back as much passion as he gives me.
Trailing my hand up to his abs, then, in a moment of desperation and boldness, I slide my hand inside his boxers and grip his hard length.
Dios mio, that's huge!
I try to remember the way Pete had stroked himself last night and mimic those movements, using his precum as a lubricant to help glide my hand.
He growls again, bucking into me andfinallygiving me what I’ve been craving as he slowly presses two fingers inside me.
“Yes!” I gasp, pulling my mouth to the side to suck in some much needed air. He starts to kiss along my jaw and down my neck as his fingers pump in and out of me. His hips begin to match the rhythm of his fingers, and I whimper, imagining it’s his cock inside me instead. It’s not a hard thing to picture with the way he moves. My hand keeps pace with his thrusts as his tempo picks up.
Dex’s tongue felt amazing, and oral was something I hope to repeat many times in the future. But having something as firm as Jagger’s large fingers inside me makes it a completely different experience. I want to match his rhythm with my hips, but his body is holding me firmly to the bed. All I can do is stroke him and let him bring me over the edge.
I feel it coming, and it’s like watching a tidal wave moving toward the shore, knowing there is nothing anyone can do to stop it, and when it hits, it’s going to obliterate you.
And boy, does it ever.
His mouth covers mine as I scream my release, his fingers and hips keeping their pace through my convulsions. Sparks of lightning ignite behind my closed eyes, and his hips twitch until I feel a hot wetness cover my hand.
His body deflates on top of mine, but he manages to hold himself from crushing me as he slides slightly to the side. His eyes open, and he meets my gaze. Slowly, he lifts his drenched hand and starts to lick it clean.
I watch him with wide eyes, wondering why that’s so attractive.
Then I remember where my own hand is. I hold it up, twisting it back and forth, looking at the large amount of cum covering my fingers. I lick my lips, curious about the taste, and tentatively swipe my tongue over the tip of one finger.
Hmm.It’s different from the precum. I try it again, a little more this time, and when I see Jagger’s wide-eyed expression, I try not to grin, sticking an entire finger in my mouth this time.
It’s not terrible. In fact, I think I might prefer it to the disgusting oatmeal I used to eat. And if Jagger enjoys watching me do it as much as his face tells me he does, then I’d have this for breakfast every day.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
JAGGER
Watching her lick my cum from those dainty little fingers has me hard and ready to sink deep into her little cunt until she forgets everyone’s name but mine.
Even though I just came, I’m ready to go again. And now I’ve had a tiny taste of her, it’s going to be near impossible to hold back.
But I have to try. She’s not ready yet. Not for everything. She was completely untouched before we got our tainted hands on her, and I want to make sure her body and her mind are ready to take us before we cross that line. There’s no going back after that.
Not that there’s a chance of going back now. She’s already mine.
From her second letter, the one where she knew who I was and what I’d done, I was hooked. Even though I had been at the beginning of a life sentence, I knew that one day I’d be able to get out and find her.
At first, I was thankful for her brother not letting her seeus, not wanting to spoil her innocence with the filth of prison. But the more she wrote, the more I realized her brother’s protection resembled something much more sinister. I couldn’t express that in my letters, though. I wasn’t sure if he read them and was afraid he’d stop her from contacting us.
She hums a moan of pleasure when she licks a particularly large spot of cum off her hand, and I have to scrub a hand down my face to stop myself from taking her right now.
