Darkmore Penitentiary 2 - Caroline Peckham Page 0,34

down on my ass and spun me around.

"Ethan," I snarled in protest, but he used his grip on my hair to keep my back to him before forcing me to bend.

My hands hit the rocky wall of the cave we were hidden in a second before he drove his dick into me hard enough to make me scream.

I wanted to turn around and rip his damn throat out for that move, but as he began to thrust his hips hard and fast, I was left unable to do anything but moan in pleasure and fight against the urge to beg for more because fuck him but oh, fuck him.

His hand clapped down against my ass and I moaned again, loving the way his balls struck my clit every time he slammed into me, the head of his cock driving into this fucking perfect spot so deep inside me that I wasn't even sure I'd ever felt it like that before.

Ethan's fingers dug into my hip, gripping me around the bone as I fought to meet him for every single thrust, holding myself up using the wall as every slam of his body into mine almost had me seeing stars.

Fuck his cock was so big and so perfect and I was never ever going to let him know how fucking amazing this felt, but I was definitely going to let him believe he'd overpowered me again in the near future.

He was groaning and murmuring my name like a prayer as he pounded into me with the bestial savagery of our kind, showing me that he was every inch the Alpha. Every. Fucking. Inch. And as much as I wanted to hate that, I fucking loved it.

I was panting and moaning and begging and it wasn't long before an orgasm tore through me unlike anything I'd ever felt before. My pussy clamped tight around his thick shaft and he growled as he fought against the urge to follow me into oblivion, instead pausing while his grip in my hair turned painful.

The second the biggest wave of ecstasy had passed me, he was moving again, somehow faster, deeper, this fervent kind of energy to his movements which demanded more and more of me. And I was more than willing to give it, my hips slamming back to meet his until he was coming with a deep, animal growl that almost had me coming again too.

Ethan pulled back and thrust into me once more, spanking my ass hard and forcing me to come whether I liked it or not. And fucking hell, I liked it. Being dominated by him was going in my hall of fucking fame to be played on repeat in my fantasies every time I was left alone in my cell and needing some help getting myself off.

He took his sweet time before pulling out of me and as I straightened, he relaxed his grip in my knotted hair before turning me around and kissing me again.

"Fuck, you're just so..." he trailed off as he worshipped my mouth, his touches soft and gentle now that he'd had his fill of me, like he was trying to caress the aches back out of my skin and I was sure that if he could, he'd be healing me right about now. But I was kind of glad he couldn't. That tender ache between my thighs was like the shadow of where he'd been buried within me and I couldn't say I hated it. He was mine and it was just another thing to prove it to me.

"You missed me then?" I teased, pushing my hands into his silky blonde hair and loving the way his tongue slid over mine before he gave me an answer.

"You have no idea, love. My pack thought I was losing the plot. You're an impossible secret to keep."

"Why keep it then?" I murmured because right now, I didn't want to have to go back to pretending with him. I wanted to be able to touch and hold him whenever I felt the urge to and I didn't see why some old gang war that had lingered on inside this prison had to dictate what we did or didn't do. "We're both Alphas. We could merge our packs and be the strongest gang leaders in here."

Ethan laughed without humour, but he clearly didn't think I was being serious.

"You're crazy, love. And maybe I like that a little too much."

"Come on, Ethan, how are you going to keep hiding this?