Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Smiling viciously, Cherry moans again. “I need this big dick in my pussy. Please, Stone. Hold me down and make it hurt so good.”
A crash comes from Tusk’s stall, as if he just slammed his bed against the wall. And I can’t stop laughing. I really like her when she’s angry.
“Oh god, yes!” She gives a breathy little cry. “Push it in so deep!”
Then she raises those furious eyes to mine and sucks my cock all the way to the back of her throat.
The groan tears from me before I can stop it, because her mouth. Her sweet goddamn mouth. Her hands were cold and awkward but her mouth is so fucking wet, so fucking hot.
So fucking good.
She takes me in until she gags, her throat convulsing around the fat head, sending me straight to heaven. Then she begins sucking, drawing on my shaft so hard, it almost hurts.
Almost.
“Harder.” Teeth gritted, I watch her furious struggle to take more than she’s already managed. Not even a third of my length but all that anger is stroking every inch of me. “Suck me harder.”
She does and Christ almighty, I’ve never felt anything like it. No finesse, nothing but fury scorching my dick, like she’s determined to make me come through her sheer fucking will. I drag air into my heaving chest when she pulls back and sucks me down again, again, again, harder and harder.
But it doesn’t hurt. Nothing ever felt so good.
Bliss boils at the base of my spine and rises the length of my cock. “Holy fuck,” I groan raggedly. “You’re about to suck the cum right out of me.”
Heat flares through her eyes. Not just rage. Arousal. Satisfaction. Either she’s turned on by sucking dick or loving what she’s doing to me.
I’m loving what she’s doing to me, too. I shouldn’t. Christ, this is a reward for Crash. It’s a punishment for her. But the hot pull of her mouth, the burn of rage in her eyes are destroying everything else in their path. Destroying me. I’d beg for those cold hands to stroke me now but I can’t do a damn thing except grit my teeth and hold on as she works my dick so good that I helplessly begin fucking her face, thrusting shallowly past her lips, desperate for her to take all of me into her. Into her softness, her heat, until there’s nothing else left that isn’t hers.
Then one long, hot suck blows me apart. Head thrown back against the bars, I come so goddamn hard that stars burst behind my eyes. Cherry makes a choking sound, like she wasn’t expecting a load of cum to shoot down the back of her throat. She backs off quick, coughing, her face flushed and eyes shining.
But not filled with so much rage now. There’s some satisfaction, as if she’s pleased that she made me come so fast. Then bemusement as my cock jerks a final time, and she wipes away the spurt that lands on her chin.
Her bright gaze meets mine. “You’re all right?”
Better than I should be. “How the fuck do you think I am? The woman who fucked me over to save her own skin just sucked me off as a reward for killing a friend.”
She bites her lip and averts her face, and the whole world dims.
Tusk is still shouting. The bars behind my back rattle with the force of whatever he’s doing in his stall.
“Bring her down here! Bring her the fuck down here! I earned that pussy! I earned it!”
A guard stops near my stall door. “Are we going to have to hear that all day?”
Victor doesn’t answer him. Instead he says to Cherry, “You done yet?”
Without meeting my eyes, she pulls my sweats back into place and tucks me in. Her voice is thick. “We are.”
“Then go clean up. Lights on in fifteen.”
Silently she gets to her feet and grabs her kit. No longer touching me. Not even looking at me. And the second she’s gone, all the pain and rot pours back in.
And fucking drowns me in it.
14
What have I become? What have I become?
I leave Stone’s stall and race down the dimly lit aisle. Matt stands near the bars of his cell, his face lined with worry and fear. I only slow down long enough to choke out, “I can’t,” before stopping in front of my door.
I wrench it open when the clunk of electric lock sounds. Go clean up. That was the order. Instead I stand in the center of my stall, gasping sobbing breaths.
I used to be a good person. I used to be. But I’m not anymore.
Not after what I just did.
Stone didn’t want me to touch him. He only offered because the alternative was so terrible. But I knew he didn’t really want it.
I knew that and accepted Stone’s offer, anyway. I should have left him alone. Should have just taken my punishment with Tusk. Instead I chose Stone because I wanted him. Not then. Not like that. But I can’t deny his physical effect on me. So going down on him made a punishment seem like less of one.