Page 26 of Unlock My Heart

Fabien

I’ve never been this nervous in my life. I want to blow Sienna’s mind, all the while I’m terrified I’ll blow my load before I even get the tip inside.

Skimming my nose along her clit, I inhale deeply. So fucking sweet. Her body trembles with nerves, and to lighten the mood, I tell her, “Ahh. So the curtains do match the drapes.”

Sienna rolls her eyes, flicking the top of my head using her middle finger and thumb, and I reward her by giving her clit another nip.

She squeals, and I laugh against her slick pussy before giving it a swipe with my tongue.

“Oh.” She grabs onto my head for dear life as I begin eating her pussy in earnest.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I murmur against her throbbing clit. A little bit sweet. A little bit salty. She’s perfection. “Come on my tongue, piccola volpe.” I get back to work, looking up from between Sienna’s legs to watch her reaction.

She writhes. Moans. Pants. Grips a handful of the sheets and then releases them.

Watching her fall apart is a revelation.

Making her fall apart is my fucking wet dream come to life.

Pussy juice runs down my chin and onto my neck, and it’s taking all my restraint not to come in my pants.

“Fabien, it’s too much.” Sienna whimpers, rising onto her elbows.

“You’re so close,” I assure her. “Don’t fight it. Lay back and relax for me. I promise to make you feel good.”

She nods resolutely, lying back down, as I continue working her with my tongue. I find a spot she likes and refuse to let up, alternating between using the flat and the tip of my tongue.

“Oh.” Sienna runs her hands over her face as her back arches. I move my tongue faster, slipping inside her with my middle finger. “Shit!” she cries out.

“You’re so damn tight.” I grit between my teeth. Promised her I’d fit, but I’m not so sure.

She moans as I add another finger, scissoring back and forth to stretch her out just a bit as I continue to fuck her with my tongue. Her body begins to tremble, her pleasure building, and I don’t dare let up.

“Fabien,” she cries, her upper body jackknifing as she comes, the intensity of her orgasm knocking her back onto the bed.

A triumphant smile stretches across my face as I crawl up her body, lining up the head of my cock with her tight entrance.

She surprises me by tracing my bottom lip with her tongue, getting a taste of herself.

That’s it. I’m officially addicted to Sienna Jenkins.

Chapter Eight

Fabien

The present

The sweetest combination of cherry snowball and Sienna’s pussy juice is on my tongue. That is, until my eyes snap open, and I’m staring at the ceiling of a 10x10 box.

A different memory tries to claw its way from the depths of hell, and I jump from my top bunk, hammering out pushups on the concrete floor.

One. Two. Three. Four.

I mentally count, refusing to go there.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

“Could you not this early?” My cellie, Kirksey, bitches. He’s my closest ally, being that I’ve been cut off from the family. And all thanks to my little chicken shit of a brother. The “boss” of New Orleans fears me. As he fucking should.