Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I said. “I want you to touch me.”
He wetted his lips in a way that made me want to take off my panties and invite him to use his mouth on me. “Sit in the chair next to me.”
I switched seats so that I could sit beside him, and he slid his chair closer to me. I tried to get a good view of the security camera mounted on the ceiling in the middle of the room and realized that Graham was right; I was completely obscured from this angle. The other prisoners and their guests wouldn’t be able to see much either.
Adrenaline coursed through me as I nodded for him to start. Still, I gasped when his hand touched my knee. Slipping beneath my dress, he trailed his fingers up my thigh. With his gaze locked on my face, there was nowhere for me to hide. He’d see everything. My cheeks burned as he teased the crotch of my panties aside to touch my pussy directly. It took every drop of my willpower not to moan.
“Your pussy saved me, you know,” he said, his voice a rough whisper. I wondered what it would be like to hear him whisper equally dirty things to me in the dark. “When everything else seemed hopeless, I knew I just had to wait a month to be reunited with this gorgeous pussy.”
His words were like extra fingers teasing me from the inside. Though his hands were calloused after decades of working on cars, my wetness allowed him to glide smoothly over my clit. He stroked me gently, using just the tip of his finger, keeping the rest of his body still.
“My God, you feel so fucking good, Hailee. I can’t get over how wet you are.”
My legs trembled as he caressed my clit, provoking a teasing, almost ticklish kind of pleasure. I balled my hands into fists to stop myself from grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a kiss.
“Logan’s a lucky bastard, getting to fuck this pussy,” he said.
I leaned in close and whispered, “Are you mad that he gets to fuck me before you do?”
The implication that I planned to fuck Graham as soon as he was released didn’t go unnoticed.
“No, baby, I’m not mad. I like watching you together. Someday we’ll both have you at the same time. Until then, I want you to tell me all about it. Do you like what Logan does to you? Do you like the way his cock feels inside you?”
“Yes.” I squeezed the edge of the table, my inner muscles taut with pleasure. “I love everything about it. I want it inside me all the time.”
“Did my dirty girl enjoy taking his cock in her ass?”
A whimper slipped from my lips. I pressed my fist to my mouth and nodded yes, I’d liked it very much.
“Would you let me do that to you, Hailee? Would you take your daddy’s cock inside you like a good little slut?”
I couldn’t keep my hands to myself any longer. I had to touch him somehow. After double- and triple-checking that no one was paying attention to us, I reached under the table and felt around until I found his erection. He made a small, strangled noise in the back of his throat as I stroked his fat cock through his pants. That brutally honest reaction was enough to send me over the edge. I bit my lip hard as I came, right there in the prison visiting area, with my thighs clamped around Graham’s hand.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “You are absolutely perfect.”
I met his darkened gaze. He licked his fingers, tasting me, and then reached back under the table to stroke my thighs lovingly—the only scrap of affection we could afford. I desperately wanted to rest my head on his shoulder, but that would’ve been too obvious.
“Thank you for that, baby,” he whispered. “You have no idea how much I needed that—”
“Two minutes,” the guard announced to the room.
Every muscle in my body tensed; that wasn’t nearly enough time.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave,” I said. I could tell by the look on his face that he felt the same.
“I know, baby.” He bit the skin on his lip like he was debating whether to tell me something important.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You know, this prison has a family visitor program that allows overnight stays. It’s nothing fancy, just an apartment, but there aren’t any cameras or supervisors… Do you think that’s something you’d be interested in?”
I could tell he was nervous again, and I nearly threw my arms around his neck in my excitement over this new information. To spend the night with Graham and Logan in a place that felt like an actual home? It seemed too good to be true.
“Of course I’m interested! How many people can stay over at a time? Can Logan come, too?” The thought of the three of us sharing a bed made my stomach flip in all the right ways.