Prisoner and Together: All of You series complete set (9 page)

“Oh, God, Tony,” I scream loudly, as my thighs clench around his wrist.  My entire body shakes, every inch, every nerve ending.  “Oh, God!” I say, as I continue to ride him, until the orgasm crashes over me, crests, and subsides.  He releases my nipples, and looks up at me with a wicked smile, and those devilish black eyes. 

“Now, you can ride my cock like that,” he insists, as he withdraws his fingers.  He unties my pants, and somehow I shimmy out of them.  He sits me on the bed, and stands up to quickly undress.  His monster cock springs out at me when he pulls down his pants.

“How big is it?”  I demand, as my hands move toward it.  It’s so fucking wet, and inviting, so close to my face.

He scoffs, and sputters.  “I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie,” I say with a grin.  A man with a cock like that has measured it at least once.  It’s fucking big, and beautiful, and almost scary, just like him.  I flick my tongue out, just like he did when he was teasing me earlier. 

“Ten inches,” he murmurs, like he’s embarrassed by his huge tool. 

“What?”  I ask, as if I didn’t hear him.  My eyes feast on his body, over every muscle, until they meet his.  He’s obviously beyond turned on, and he’s holding back somehow.  He’s aroused, and yet totally in control.  I grab the base of his big cock tightly, and he moves his hands to my hair.  I’m sure he wants to grab me and pull me into him, and force his cock deep into my throat, but he doesn’t.  Instead, he toys with my long layers, sweeping them away from my face, and over my shoulders. 

“Ten inches,” he says loudly, boldly.  My tongue sweeps out, and touches the hole, tasting his wetness.  He growls through clenched teeth. 

“What do you want?” I ask innocently.  I want him to go crazy like I did earlier.  I want him to lose his mind for me.  But he doesn’t.  And it’s pissing me off.

“I want your tight little cunt wrapped around my big, huge cock, bareback and raw so I can come deep inside your fertile little body.”  He says it, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking and feeling.  He knows that he wants what I’m afraid of, and it shocks me.  He gives me a big, crooked smile when I pull away slightly.  “Suck it and get it wet for me.  Make me believe it’s your hot, wet cunt.  There are plenty of condoms over there,” he says, and points at the end of the cot. 

He is the master of fuck talk.  He got me so fucking wet at the thought of him coming inside me, even if it set off alarms in my brain.  God, how does he fucking know me so well?

I’m not the best cocksucker, I’ll admit it.  I’m better with pussy.  But my tongue finds and massages that gland on the bottom of the head, and his controlled exterior wobbles.  His hands bury themselves in my hair, but he doesn’t grab me and pull me closer. 

“God, that feels so fucking good,” he sighs, but his eyes tell me he wants so much more.  I suck the head into my mouth, and begin to stroke the base with my hand.  He doesn’t give an inch.  He stands there, without moving, and takes it. 

“What do you want?” I demand again.  I think at this point I’m more turned on than he is.  I’m wiggling my ass, and probably getting his blanket wet from my moist pussy lips. 

“I want you to grab one of those rubbers, and put it on me, and then I want you to beg for this big cock.  I want you to tell me how horny you are, and how much you want to get fucked by me.” 

“Oh, my God,” I moan.  “How do you know?”

Tony

“How do I know?”  I ask, as she’s reaching for a condom.  “How do I know you’re always in control, and you always get what you want?”  I fight a grin, but she looks so confused, and turned on, I can’t stop it.  “I eat spoiled little girls like you for lunch.”

I’m teasing her, and she doesn’t know how to react.  She has no idea how bad I want to do exactly what I threatened.  She thinks I’m in complete control, but if she doesn’t get that condom open soon, I’m not going to be able to control myself.

She’s fumbling with it, like she doesn’t know what she’s doing.  She definitely wasn’t a virgin our first time, but there are some things that she doesn’t have a grasp of about men.  She’s insecure about blow jobs, even though she gave amazing head last week when I was sucking her sweet little pussy, and she’s scared of anal, but she loves the penetration of my fingers.  If I had every night with her, for the rest of my life, I might be able to teach her exactly how to drive me wild.  But I don’t. 

“I think you want it bareback,” I say, as I move her hands away and put on the condom myself.

She does, I can see that she does.  She loved it when I gave it to her raw the first night we were together.  But then she told me about the morning after pill, and that she almost regretted it.  Maybe she wants a baby, but she’s afraid.  I can’t blame her.  I can’t be a father.  I can’t even be a father to my own kids, much less another.  Thinking of babies should dampen the mood, but she’s looking up at me, expecting me to give her what she wants.  And she thinks I know what she wants. 

“What do you want, my horny, sexy, beautiful woman?”  I’ve got the condom on, and I’m touching her cheek.  She looks unsure again.  “Beg me for what you want.”

“I want this,” she says, and touches the rubber.  I place my fingers under her chin, and tip her head back to look at me.  “I want you to shove it deep inside me, until you touch my g-spot and make me come all over you again.” 

I smile at her.  “How do you want it?” 

“I don’t know,” she admits, and rubs her fingers gently up and down my thighs.  “Tell me what I want.”

“Okay.”  I grab her, and pull her off the cot.  She instinctively wraps her arms around my shoulders.  She looks into my eyes, hesitantly surrendering a sliver of her need for control to me.  She trusts me, a prisoner, even though she’s a cop.  I hold her with one arm, and I pull the thin mattress off my cot with the other.  It’s big enough to protect her soft skin from the rough cement floor.  I lay her down gently, and stand up to watch as she relaxes onto it, then spreads her legs and reaches her arms out toward me in a
come-hither
gesture.

“I need you, Tony,” she says gently.  One hand extends further to try to touch me, and the other bends, and touches her full, sensitive breasts.  Her eyes grow wide again, and she breathes in deeply.  “I want you.  Please?”

“I know we tried all of those different positions last week.  But tonight, I just want to be able to look into your eyes when I’m deep inside you.”  She gasps.  I bend down, with my knees on the edge of the blanket.  “Are you comfortable?”  I ask, as I touch her calves, and kiss her thighs. 

“Yes,” she whispers.  I taste the skin of her inner thighs, and inhale her essence.  “I want you Tony,” she says again, as her fingers twine in my still too long hair, and pulls me into her.  “I want you.”  I lick her beautiful pussy.  It tastes totally different, and I want it even more this time.  It’s slightly tangy, strong, and so wet.  My hands travel up her body to find her nipples.  She hisses, and arches her back, and shoves her core into my face.  I consume her.  I shove my tongue as far as I can into her, and she melts around it.  She bends her knees, and rocks her hips.  “I want you,” she sighs again.  “I want you Tony.”

Every time she says it, she fans the flames inside me.  I’m so hard it hurts, but I want to listen to her say it again and again.  I want to taste her and make her come more than I want to be inside her, for now. 

“You’re the only one who makes me come, Tony.  You’re the only one who knows how to make me come.  How do you know, Tony?  How?” 

She’s throwing her head back and forth, and her sexy, flat stomach is rolling as she rocks her hips up and down.  I just want this.  I want it so much.  I want her.  I want her so bad it hurts. 

I move one hand away from her breast, rub it against her wetness, and shove my fingers in her ass.  She’s so afraid of it, yet it’s her trigger.  I know she’s going to come when I do it.  Maybe that’s why she’s afraid.  Maybe that’s where she loses control.

And she does. 

“Tony, you make me come so hard.  You know what I want.  You know,” she murmurs.  I glance up her body, and she’s looking at me.  She’s staring into my eyes, and she’s telling me how well I know her body, as she fills my mouth with her juices.

I don’t care if my cot smells like her forever.  I move away and let her soak it with her wetness.  I place my hands on the mattress, on either side of her shoulders, and reposition myself to watch her.

Her body is still shuddering from her orgasm as I slowly move into her.  I’m still gazing into her beautiful green eyes, and they’re shining like emeralds.  “How do you know me, Tony?” she asks when I’m deep inside her.  “How do you know what I want?” 

“Tell me what you want,” I beg, as I feel the head of my cock find and rub against that spot.  She starts to pant, and move against it.  “Tell me what you want, and let me give it to you baby.”

“I want you,” she whispers.  “I just want you.”  I shift my weight down onto my elbows, so I’m closer to her.  My chest rubs against her nipples, and she gasps.  “I want you to come deep inside me, Tony.” 

I kiss her then, because I don’t think she knows what she’s saying.  I close my eyes, but like the image is imprinted in my mind, I still see her glittering bright green eyes staring up at me.  She’s rocking against me, and I begin to flex my hips into her.  I kiss her, and slowly fuck her, until she comes undone beneath me again.  She wraps her legs around my waist, and bucks her ankles into me, demanding I go faster, and deeper.  And although I’m wrapped in a condom, I come deep inside her beautiful, sexy, horny little body.

This woman is going to make me completely crazy.  She’s going to make me lose my fucking mind.  When she’s released from jail, I won’t have anything left to live for.  It will be the end of me.

It might very well be the death of me.

Chapter Thirteen

Tony

“Are you married?”  We’re lying on the floor, on the mattress, and she’s curled up on top of me.  I’ve already drank half of my bottle of water, but she hasn’t moved.  She’s snuggled into my body, smiling.  She looks like she’s never smiled after sex before. 

“No.  God no.”  She laughs when she says it.  Her eyes are still closed.  I trace my fingers over her nose, and across her cheeks.  She is exquisite. 

“Why aren’t you a model?”  I ask.  We’ve spent two other nights in this cell, mostly fucking.  Tonight, I want to get to know this woman that has me so pussy whipped that I can barely think of anything but her.

“You know what I am,” she says confidently.  But she doesn’t say she’s a cop out loud.  She must think they’re listening.

“But why?  You have to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re in jail.  You have no make-up, no beauty creams, and you’re fucking flawless.  You look like a zit would be ashamed to be on your face, and ruin the perfection of it.”  Why can’t I stop talking?  I sound like a total moron.  A fucking pussy whipped moron.

“You look like you’ve been punched one too many times in the nose,” she says rudely.  When I frown, she grins and kisses my nose.

“I have been,” I admit.

“You’re gorgeous, in a mountain man kinda way.  Like you’d look perfectly comfortable living with bears,” she quips. 

“Damn, you’ve got a fucking smart, sassy mouth,” I growl, before I kiss it. 

“Totally not wife material,” she says, and shrugs.

“You’ve never been married?”  She shakes her head.  “Never been close?”

“Nope,” she admits.  “Well, I lived with a guy once.  It ended badly.”

“Do tell,” I say, and gaze into her eyes.  I raise my eyebrows, and she grins.

“He asked me to marry him, and I told him I like pussy, and he said it went against his good Catholic upbringing.”  She’s gauging my reaction. 

I think seriously about my response for several moments.  “Well I wouldn’t want to share the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy I’ve ever had either, not even with another woman.”  Her eyes narrow, and I regret my answer.  “If we were in a committed relationship.  Which, we totally are not, because I’ll be a prisoner in a maximum security prison, for the rest of my life.”  She frowns, and I hate myself for saying any of that.  “I’m just bullshitting you.  Lesbians are totally hot.”

“Whatever,” she says, and tries to roll away from me, but I roll over on top of her.

“I swear to God, Lani, I wouldn’t share you.  If anyone touched you, I’d break their fucking fingers.”  I groan, and flex my hips against her, to remind her that I am hard again, for her.  “I’d be pissed if a guy even looked twice at you.  I’d get into fights in the street over you.”  She reaches up, grabs my neck, and kisses me.

I suck her tongue into my mouth.  I turn my head to the side, and I just kiss her.  I’m lying naked, on top of the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and I just kiss her.  She rubs her hands over my back, and my shoulders, and I feel like I might be in heaven.  Until she pulls away, and says, “You’re laying right on top of my bladder.”

“Sorry,” I say, and quickly roll off her. 

“I mean, it’s fucking bad enough that I have to piss in front of you,” she groans, and sits on the metal toilet.

“I won’t watch, I promise.”  But I do.  I totally watch her pissing, and then wiping herself, and I’m fucking fascinated by it. 

“Stop,” she exclaims.  Her face is bright red as she flushes. 

“I have a daughter I helped potty train.  It’s not a big deal.”  I say it, but it’s yet another fucking lie.  I’ve never watched a woman pee, never wanted to, until her.  And I realize that saying that out loud was creepier than it was in my head.

“Are you lying again to make your fucking piss kink seem normal?” she asks, before sitting down on top of me.  Her pussy is right on top of my hard dick, and she’s staring down at me with her beautiful emerald eyes, and I just want to fucking shove myself inside her and pound her until I come.

“No, I have a son and a daughter.  Lauren’s fourteen, and Max is seventeen.”

“Jesus, how old are you?”  Her eyes narrow again.  I have no idea if she’s really upset that I have kids that old or not.  And she thinks I know her so well.

“I’m forty-six.  How old are you?”  I try to sound like it doesn’t matter, but I’ve spent a decade of my life in these hellholes.  I’ve lost a decade with my kids, that I’m never getting back.

“I’ll be thirty in six months.”  I scoff at her.  “The big three-o.”

“Ancient,” I mock her.  “You’re way too old for me.”

“It’s all downhill from there,” she continues.

“Have you ordered your walker yet?”  I ask.  She smiles, and begins to move back and forth against my dick, getting it somehow even harder.  I reach up for her hair, to pull her down to me, but she resists.

“I’ve never been with a guy with a ten inch cock,” she admits. 

“I’m not surprised, not many men have them.  I’m a statistical anomaly.”  I can’t handle much more of her teasing.  I reach for one of the condoms, and she bends down slightly and rubs the now dripping hole with her fingertips.  I swallow hard, and throw my head back.  She finds that sensitive spot underneath.  “You act like you don’t know shit about dick,” I groan loudly.  “You have to stop, Lani.”

“How is an Asian man so big, with such a big fucking cock?” she asks. 

I grab the blanket and hold on tight.  I bite my lip, because she’s still fucking working that spot.  “I’m not Asian,” I groan out, because it’s getting hard to speak. 

“You look Asian.”  She’s teasing me relentlessly, while questioning me.  She wants me off-balance, so I won’t lie to her.  She’s ruthless, and I like it.

“I’m half Filipino.  We aren’t really Asian, but I have the eyes.  My father’s family is Italian, hence the name Roman.  You have to fucking stop Lani, or put the condom on me.”  I’m breathing faster.  My eyes are closed tightly, because if I look up at her naked, perfect body right now, I’ll do something that will really piss her off.  Her and her ovulating ovaries. 

“What are you in prison for?”  She bends down, and whispers it in my ear.  Fucking spoiled cunt, using her body against me.  I fucking hate her right now, and I can’t resist her.

“War crimes, and murder,” I say.  It’s painful, and fucking horrific, but she’s got me so turned on right now that I don’t fucking care that it’s so damn bad.

She moves quickly with her athletic body, straddles my chest, and takes the head of my cock in her mouth so her tongue is right on that fucking spot. 

“I fucking hate you right now,” I groan, as I pull at her hips to get her pussy closer to my face.

She pops my cock out of her mouth, and says, “Prove it.”

“Entitled fucking beautiful bitch, think you can get whatever you want with your perfect tits, and your delicious pussy,” I growl, right before I shove my tongue inside her.

“That’s what I thought,” she laughs, and shifts her weight until she’s sitting on my face. 

I grab her arms, and pull them up until she’s forced to take my cock into her mouth.  She squeals, right before my cock fills her mouth, effectively silencing her.  I lock both her thin wrists in one of my big hands, and my other hand is on her back, shoving her down.  She’s straining against me, while rubbing her pussy in my face.  I move my hips, pushing my dick further down her throat.  She grunts against my cock, then squirts her juices all over my face.  She relaxes slightly, until the hand that was pushing her back is knocking at her back door.  And she fucking loves it.  She groans, wiggling her ass, and arching her back.  Soon she’s riding my face like I’m some kind of show horse.  I stick my tongue out as far as I can.  Ride ‘em, cowgirl!  Yee haw!  I’ll be her fucking stud any day of the week.

She is trying her hardest to get me to come with just her mouth, but I’ve got her so fucking distracted she can’t concentrate.  It’s not her fault, she’s just not good at sucking dick, yet.  She’ll learn.  After she comes again, she gives up and pulls off. 

“You win, Roman.  You’re a better fucking pussy licker than I am cocksucker.  Does that make you happy?”  She sighs loudly, and rests her head on my stomach.  I release her wrists, and place the condom in her hand.  “Hell, you might be a better carpet muncher than I am.”  She relents, and turns around to face me again.

“I’ve had a lot of time to sit around, and think about eating pussy,” I admit with a grin.  “Plus, I was a fucking SEAL, and no one can hold their breath longer than us, baby.”  I wink, and click my tongue against my teeth.  She doesn’t complain or pout about putting on the condom.  “Besides, I always win in a challenge, even if I have to cheat to do it.”  My voice is softening, as she now has the condom on and is straddling my hips.  I lick my lips as I watch her, gently grabbing her hips and lowering her body onto mine.

“Am I a challenge?” she whimpers, as she tries to take it all in.

“This would be so much easier if you’d just take it up your ass,” I tease her back.  Her eyes grow wide, and her mouth opens in a perfect O.  “You’ll be sucking dick and taking anal like a good prison bitch soon enough.”  I exhale loudly, she’s finally gotten it all inside her slick channel, and it’s rubbing against that special spot again. 

“Do I have a g-spot in my ass?”  She can barely get it out, as she’s trying to work all of my cock.

“I think you do, baby,” I growl.  Her muscles clench around me, and she whimpers again.  “’Cause every time I touch it, you come.”  We’re still looking into each other’s eyes.  I bite my lip as my hands move up to her super sensitive nipples.

“Every time you touch me, I come,” she sighs, and her eyelids grow heavy. 

“I’m the best you’ve ever had.  Say it,” I insist, as I pinch her nipples relentlessly. 

She screams, and tries to move her hips while impaled on my huge cock.  “You’re the best!”  She screams, as she gushes all over me again.  As she’s coming, I roll her over onto her back and push hard and deep into her.  She screams again.  I don’t know if I’m hurting her, but I can’t think about that right now.  I have to come inside her.  I have to.  “You’re the best,” she murmurs again.  “You’re the best.” 

I grunt, and hold my breath, and my entire body shakes as I empty my balls deep inside her.  “Fuck!”  I yell it, and jump off her immediately.  I flush the condom down the commode, then piss.  My head is leaning against the block wall, and I’m finding it hard to breathe.  “Fuck,” I scream again, and punch the fucking wall.  Because I will never be good enough for her.  I’ll never even get the chance to be with her.  Never!

“Hey, hey!” she screams, and tries to pull me away.  She might be a cop, but she’s a tiny little thing.  And I’m not fucking moving.  I punch the wall once more, and blood splatters over the block. 

“Fuck,” I scream, and shake my hand.  I think it’s broken.  I hold it against my stomach, and hit the wall with my left hand.

“Stop,” she yells, all authoritative like, and somehow jumps in front of me.  The punch lands a good four inches from her lovely face.  “Stop!”  I lean against the wall, and put my forehead on her shoulder, and for the first time in ten years I cry.  Not because I’m stuck in this place, but because I’ll never, ever, as long as I live, have her.  I’ll never see my kids.  I’ll never be a father. 

I wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her into me, and I cry like a baby.

Lani

“I am a cop, and I swear to God, tomorrow I am getting away from here, and I will get you out, even if I have to break you out.”  I whisper it against his ear as he cries.  I am talking so low, I don’t know if he can even hear me.  But I damn sure don’t want anyone else to hear me.  My life depends on it, and now, so does Tony’s.  “I broke into this fucking situation, and I swear to God, I can break you out.”  I continue to whisper in his ear, and he finally settles down. 

“How do you know I don’t belong here,” he whispers back.  “You’ve watched me kill three men with your own eyes.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.  It was self-defense,” I say, as low as I possibly can.  “I am serious, Antony.  I’m getting you out of here.”

“There was a village, in the sand pit.  We were ordered to go in and watch the civilians, me and seven other SEALs, before the Army arrived to dig their wells, or build their bridges, or whatever shit they do.  Humanitarian shit, I don’t know.  The civilians were armed, and before we knew it, it was a battle.  Everyone was killed, except us SEALs.  The President had us tried, and we were convicted.” 

I kiss him.  I kiss him even though he doesn’t want to be kissed.  I kiss him, even though he pulls away.  I kiss him, until he kisses me back.  I lead him over to the mattress, and I open my bottle of water.  I have several drinks, then I give it to him.  He takes a few drinks, and hands it back.  We’re bonding, over war stories and bottled water. 

I smile at him, climb into his big lap, and begin whispering again.  “My little sister Addison was killed in jail last month.  I came here to find out who did it, not to fall for a war hero.”  He pulls away, and shakes his head.  I smile at him, and kiss him.  “Thank you for coming back alive,” I continue.  He doesn’t want to hear it.  “And for keeping your men alive.  You deserve a medal.”