I can’t hold back any longer.
The thought of another man’s hands on her causes my insides to flare with rage. Picturing another man holding her makes me almost break. No man can give her what I can give her. Treat her how I can treat her. Please her the way she deserves.
The feeling of my heart pounding in my chest is foreign to me. Life has been a constant drain, especially for the last six months. I found myself in the darkness and stayed there.
Until Briar…until she swept in like a blinding light.
I slide my hand up her ankle, losing myself in the smoothness and warmth of her skin.
Her legs quiver as I move closer, filling my lungs with her tempting fragrance. I want to fuck her. Take her ripe, young tits in my hands and watch her face twist as I stretch her.
But not here. Not yet.
A fevered rush hits me as I extend my tongue and spread her folds, pressing into her virgin hole. Her sweet juices are gourmet. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted.
My pants are a prison, caging my cock when it’s screaming to be let out. Eyes on her, I drag my tongue up her slit, gently flicking that little bundle of nerves that I know will drive her crazy.
And it does.
She lets out the most adorable moan and jerks her hands, causing the shackles of the cuffs to ring out through the room.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“You broke the law, Miss Beeman.” I smile. “And I’m taking payment with your pussy.”
I go down on her, applying more pressure. The most I taste, the harder it is to hold back.
Her soak coats my cheeks. Her body jerks as I roll my tongue across her clit. I light up watching her body twist and shake, bounce and buck with every ounce of pressure I apply.
Before I can stop myself, I’m gripping her perky little ass with both hands and pulling her onto my face, tongue-fucking her with insatiable hunger.
I can’t get enough.
More.More. MORE!
Briar’s breaths increase. Short and sporadic. Like tiny gulps for air between the rhythmic massage from my tongue. Her backarches, and her thighs squeeze against my cheeks, flooding my nostrils with her womanly scent.
Heaven. This girl is heaven in the hell of my life.
Her nectar spills down my chin, inflaming my appetite. I’ll eat this succulent pussy every goddamn day for the rest of my life. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“Gareth…”
Hearing my name from her lips at a time like this has me growling as I lap at her channel, leaving nothing untouched.
That’s right. Gareth. And you belong to me.
Christ, I’m already on the verge of coming as I savor the long strokes of my tongue up and down, all the way from her little puckered asshole to her electric nub that draws tiny little mewls from her lips.
There’s not a place on Briar’s body where I wouldn’t put my mouth.
Nothing I’ve tasted can compete with her pussy. No Michelin star dish, not the best whiskey or wine. Nothing.
I could get drunk on her. And I just might.
“This pussy is mine,” I grunt between licks. “Mine!”
No one should be in the observation room, but on the off chance that they are, I’m speaking to them. My chest swells with possession. Hell, I’d shout it off the highest mountain to let the whole world know.
