Page 56 of The Convict Gets His Girl

She pushed back on his hand, and she licked her lips. "Please," she gasped as he went deep, making her crave—"More."

His hand at her waist eased over her stomach and down her body to find her clit. She rolled her hips, showing him how to play with her as she hissed, "Yes, right there. Please."

He chuckled behind her, and she felt a finger tease her ass. "Did I find it this time? I've always appreciated your directions in this. Good to see nothing's changed."

Except everything had changed. They weren't the same people they were before. She closed her eyes, not knowing if that was good or bad, not able to identify any other emotions right now except the raw need for him that was building with every swipe of his finger on her clit.

"Yes, yes, there, please, I need more."

"More?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

She nodded, her breath coming in soft, short pants, bucking wildly beneath him. She was so close, riding a near-painful need for something more.

"That's it. Come on my hand, my Jewel."

Her hair covered her face on one side, the blanket hiding the other. Eyes closed, her need grew, but at his words, she leaped to obey. Her entire body vibrated in response, and he crooned at her, coaxing her orgasm.

Her breath caught in her throat, then her world exploded into a million pieces. No, not her world. Her soul, her very being, all she'd known shattered.

"Yes, atta girl. Come on, my Jewel."

Her toes curled and her back arched as she came. Pleasure shot through her at his touch, his words, setting her body on fire as sensation ripped through her. She thrashed and moaned, lost in her climax, stripped of her usual control.

She clenched around him, his soft voice barely heard as he said, "That's it, that's my good girl. Such a tight pussy you have. That's it, squeeze it, give me some more, that's it."

His hands, his touch, his words knit her back together again, a new creature, body shaking, breath heaving, knees trembling to keep her upright. Her bones went liquid, and her soul shivered in contentment as she fell onto her stomach, displacing his hand.

It was probably minutes later before her breathing calmed enough to process her reality. He laid on his side next to her, his hand lazily tracing the curve of her back, her shoulder, trailing down her spine to her ass. With one leg bent away from them, his fingers dipped down to spear her from behind.

Her walls fluttered around him, and her back arched as she whimpered, trying to drive his fingers deeper.

He chuckled. "Use your words, my Jewel. More?"

She nodded and licked her lips as she swallowed past the dry cotton mouth that came with her orgasm. "Yes," she croaked, swallowing again and clearing her throat. "Yes, please. I—I need…"

"What do you need?" he asked, and the tone made her eyes flutter open unseeing. He meant more than just in this moment, but she wouldn't—couldn't—answer him. Not now, maybe never.

Instead, she kept it physical.

"You. I need you to stretch me, give me your dick, make me so full I see stars."

He pulled his fingers out and gripped her hips, sliding a pillow under her and positioning himself at her core. For a moment, he paused, stroking his dick up and down her wet slit and making her ache. She widened her knees and grunted. He pushed his heavy, thick dick into her opening, but was too shallow, his thrusts too fast and still teasing.

"Now," she demanded.

He thrust into her hard, filling her completely and making her scream. He groaned, a sound of pure satisfaction, the sound barely registering around her. He filled her so completely, scalding her, making her pussy burn at the friction that she craved so much. She was stretched alright, and she squeezed down, trying to trap him inside.

He paused at the hilt, his hips hitting her ass and pressing her into the pillow. His hands settled near her head, caging her in and making her flutter again. She whimpered and pushed back, trying to drive him deeper as he slid back. Before she had a chance to breathe and miss him, he slammed forward, filling her.

They both cried out again, her in a mix of pain and pleasure, him in raw, primal satisfaction. The fullness was overwhelming, electric. Her fingers clutched the bedsheets, twisting them into tight knots as he began to move.

Each stroke was calculated, precise. He wasn't just fucking her; he was claiming her. Every inch of his body remembered her, knew exactly how to make her tremble. His hands gripped her hair, tugging slightly as his head dipped near her ear.

He growled, both of them beyond words now as pleasure racked her body with each firm thrust. He pistoned harder, his dick slicking in and out. She was trapped between torment and ecstasy, but her body ached, demanding more and more until she was moaning, loudly begging to be filled completely.

His thrusts grew rougher, sending her reeling into the bed where he pinned her. Unable to escape, it made her orgasm draw closer, her body going tighter. His cock was ruthless, plowing into her and driving so deep she saw stars. Delicious friction penetrated every nerve, building and growing and mounting like wildfire sweeping through her.

So close, she chased him like his name demanded, slamming her hips back and meeting him thrust for thrust. He groaned, his hands tightening in her hair, sending her over the edge.

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