It’s the first time he’s spoken about being in prison without screaming at me. Rather than ask him questions, I drink my water as he unscrews the lid and uses two fingers to take a solid piece of the coconut oil. He warms it between his hands and my shoulders before softly massaging it in. There’s not so much that I slip or it’s uncomfortable as he nudges the bottom of the bottle, forcing me to drink more. Once I’ve finished, he gently moisturizes my lips with the residual oil left on his finger.
Step one is don’t fall in love with him, but I can kiss him. Kissing isn’t love, so I grab his nape, kissing him for the exact same reason I did the first time: he cares about me and I want to feel more of it.
16
KANE
Fuck. She tastes like apples and coconut as the sun slowly warms us and the wind slows. Cupping the back of her head, I collect more oil, rubbing it between my thumb and first two fingers to melt it before I massage her nipple. Delilah moans into my mouth as I increase the pressure, pinching and twisting. Her moans get louder as I do the same to the other side while biting her bottom lip. “My little pain slut, do you want more?”
“Make me feel alive.” She nods, eagerly kissing me.
“Take me out.” With my non-oiled hand, I grab the chain at the front of her collar as I slap the side of her tit. “I’m fucking your ass again.”
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her fingers roughly tugging at my zipper.
I scoop up more oil, but it’s too big to fully melt as I massage down her spine, biting into her neck. “Pull your cheeks apart.”
She sits up on her knees, doing as she’s told with her damp hair clinging to her skin. As soon as her lips are within reach, I bite into them, claiming them as I massage the oil into her ass before slowly pushing two fingers inside her.
“You love me playing with your tight ass, don’t you, koukla mou?”
She nods.
“Tell me you’ve missed me, missed my dick, no one else feels like I do.”
She nods, moaning low in her throat.
“Tell me,” I beg, the chain rattling as I pull her forward. “Tell me I’m the only person who can make you this much of a fucking whore.”
“More.”
“More, what?” I add another finger, knowing she loves the way it burns as she’s stretched. “More fingers or should I stop, sit you on my dick without stretching your ass to take me?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“What my filthy wife wants, she gets.” I remove my fingers to slap her ass. “Do the honors, wife.”
Lust darkens her eyes as she grabs my nape, kissing me with deep-seated need. The jar clatters against the window as she pushes her hand inside then massages the oil onto my dick.
“Fuck,” I moan at the feeling of her fingers and slap directly over her back hole, earning a groan from my feral wife. I can’t fucking take it and hold her waist to turn her so her back is against my chest. Grabbing under her knees, I fold her in half as I beg, “Put me in. Now.”
The leash is wrapped around the side of her neck, choking her with my hands too busy to do it, and she moans as she wraps her fingers around my dick then lines me up at her ass. I thrust up before she can drop her hips and she fucking screams.
“Good fucking wife, scream for me.”
Delilah places her toes on the sharp edge of the window ledge as I wrap my arm around her waist to drag her down so I’m fully in her ass. She clenches, begging for more already, and I use my non-oiled hand to slap her clit.
“I want to stretch your tight cunt.” My voice comes out rough with need, but I bite into her shoulder. “When you’re sore tomorrow, you’ll remember me in every fucking hole.” I soothe the sting with my tongue. “Can you take it, koukla mou?”
“With what?”
“My fingers.” I slowly circle her cunt with two fingers. “You loved having my fist inside you. Imagine how much you’ll scream while I’m in your ass at the same time.”
She fucking drips against my fingers. “Ka-Kane, move.”
“Koukla mou,” I coo. “You know what to say.”
My fingers sting from how hard I slap her clit as she whimpers around her moan.
