Page 92 of Forced Proximity
I pressed down with the heel of my hand against her pussy and wrapped my other arm around her to cup her breast before pinching her nipple between my thumb and pointer finger.
She hissed and pressed back into me, grinding her pussy into my cock.
“Right there.” She hissed when I started to fuck her harder. “I’m going to come.”
I didn’t move an inch as I fucked her at exactly the same angle.
She stiffened, and her back arched.
When her pussy started to ripple around me, I let myself off the leash and fucked her harder.
Faster.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” I said as I slammed my hips against hers.
Her tits were jolting, the one in my hand bouncing with every thrust of my hips against hers.
She cried out, slamming her head into my cheekbone.
But not even the burst of pain could force me to stop.
My ass cheeks clenched, and my balls drew up as I released inside of her for a second time in just a few hours.
“Shit,” I breathed as I came to a stop. “These sheets are a fuckin’ mess.”
She giggled and pulsed around my still sensitive cock.
“Worth it, I think.”
Yes, definitely worth it.
I looked around curiously at all the prisoners that were coming into the large, open room with about fifty tables.
Most of the prisoners were handcuffed, but some were also cuffed at the legs.
All of them were wearing beige scrubs, and most of them didn’t look like hardened criminals.
Hell, I could have found myself in here for the crimes I’d committed.
Which pissed me off immensely because some people seriously needed killing.
“Which one is your brother?”
“The one that’s coming to us with that scowl on his handsome face,” she murmured back. “Everyone says he looks like Eric off of The Little Mermaid.”
I studied the man with the ferocious scowl heading our way, and did agree that he looked a lot like Eric from The Little Mermaid.
He had flowing black hair that looked like he’d stepped out of a men’s hair conditioner commercial, a pretty face with a five o’clock shadow. A single dimple in his left cheek—one that matched his sister’s. And blue eyes that saw everything.
And what he saw with me was aggravating the shit out of him.
He walked right up to our table and sat, leveling me with a menacing glare that I wasn’t too worried about.
He was handcuffed after all.
“Hey,” Dru breathed happily before getting up and hugging her brother.
Which, apparently, was a no-no because the guards across the room shouted, “No hugs!”
