Page 77 of Son of a Witch

“You used a loophole to get the team and me out of The Hole at our official meeting.” I licked along her ear, and she shuddered. “Pissed off the warden on your first day in the joint. Impressed the heck out of me.”

She groaned. “Stop. Don’t remind me.”

I waggled a finger at her. “Bad, bad girl.” I leaned my neck forward to whisper. “Proud as hell.”

Her palms went to my chest and squeezed my pecs. “Worth the four hundred credits to get the kiss on my knuckles from you.”

“Mmm. Really? Good to know.” I lifted her hand and kissed each knuckle, licked them, and bit them, making her tremble with arousal. I loved the way her body responded to me. The way her eyes held mine. How her lips were swollen from our kisses. Her skin red from where I bit her.

“I imagined you kissing me elsewhere every single night after that.” Her hot murmur sent a bolt of heat to my dick that charged him further and he kicked against my pants.

“Hmmm.” I liked it when she talked dirty. More of that later, though. “Then you harbored an illegal gantii. Naughty, naughty little bad girl.” I punctuated each word with a light spank on her ass.

She burrowed into my neck at the reminder of Raze.

Stopping her from diving into her sadness, I spanked her ass. “Bribed guards for alone time with your men. To get special packages into the prison. Secretly conducted experiments to make antivenom. Carried a spatula around as a weapon against prison protocol.” I tsked her. “My, my, Supergal. You’ve got quite the record.”

She sniffed and giggled. “Oh, God. I am a really bad girl.”

“My bad girl.” I cupped her ass and squeezed.

Teasing was my thing and normally she loved it. Not today.

“Tor, I want you,” she moaned, rocking against my growing boner. “Stop teasing me and fuck me, or I’m going to go out of my mind.”

Fuck her. This would really test me when I couldn’t do half of what I did before.

She braced my face between her palms. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we’re together. Sharing this. Making love to each other.”

Fuck, I tingled everywhere I could feel it from her reassurance. The fact that I got a hard-on was fucking the best news. That I could pleasure my girl was a miracle.

I peeled back the cloth over the basket of food she smuggled into the prison. “What have you got in here, Candygirl?”

I studied the selection. All our favorites. My girl went all out to impress me.

“Peppermint crisp?” I slapped her ass. “Someone wants a minty, warm sting on her pussy, huh?”

She let out a whimper at my suggestion.

“What about a Honey Log?” I picked up the wrapper and dragged it along her full lips, parted and letting out labored breaths. “Make that pussy sweet as honey.”

She let out a long moan that went straight to my dick like a lightning bolt.

I spanked her ass again. “Damn, Supergal. How did you sneak this into the prison when all of my contacts are dead?”

“I have my ways.” Her breathy moan was another bolt of current to electrify and charge my dick into a complete erection.

“Oh, look at this.” I removed the chocolate cock. “Someone wants a big, thick, candy dick, doesn’t she?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Tor.” She rocked over me, grinding her clit against my cock for friction, seeking her release. “I’m your Candygirl.”

“Wait, Candygirl.” I grabbed her hips and stopped her. “Don’t you spill over before I have my way with you.”

“No, I want something else,” she said breathlessly, crawling back off my lap.

She unbuttoned and unzipped my prison pants and tugged them down my legs.

“I like where this is going,” I encouraged as she practically tore off my underwear to get to my bobbing dick. My Candygirl was hungry for me.

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