Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,45

would have ripped you in half.” He gripped my hips and pushed them forward and back. “Ride me.”

So, he had been using restraint. I couldn’t imagine what full power would have felt like.

In this position, I could take as much of his cock as I wanted. I was finally in control. I lifted all the way to the top, teasing his crown around my hole. He groaned, as though he missed my wetness, causing me to drop back down on his shaft and slowly rise again.

When I felt that twinge of build, sparking at the very lower part of my stomach, I kept his dick buried in me and rocked my hips back and forth. He was so long that his tip reached that extra-sensitive spot inside. Not just reached it. He caressed it over and over, like it was his flicking tongue.

“This body…” His hands were everywhere, squeezing my nipples, rubbing my clit, gripping the side of my cheek. His fingers moved fast, making sure their presence was known, striking the smallest bit of pain before rubbing it out. “How did you keep it away from me for so long?”

There was no way I could answer that question. So, I flattened my palms against his chest, arched my back, and got lost in the movement. The muscles in his chest tightened, and it caused me to tilt my head forward and look at him.

“You’re milking my cock.”

“I’m close.”

His abs contracted, rippling down his stomach, and my fingers followed their trail. The lightest coating of sweat mixed in with the dark hairs. I lifted my hand to my mouth, so I could have his salty taste on my tongue.

His thumb was back on my clit, rubbing circles over the small bead, while his parted lips and hooded eyes took me in. “Fuck, Kyle. You’re tightening more.”

“Garin…”

“I know…” he hissed. “You’re dripping over my cock, and it’s begging for my cum.”

I moaned so loud that I feared Beard would come in. But, even if he did, there was no way I could stop. Not at this point. I was too far gone to care if he dragged me off Garin’s dick and put me on that freezing chair with Breath’s nasty tongue on my face.

Some things were worth the punishment. Garin was one.

He angled his hips upward, which gave me even more access to him. I took it all—the rubbing of his thumb and the fullness of his wide, thick cock—and I let my body work through that familiar tingle.

“Even tighter,” he moaned. “Suck it right out of me, baby.”

I crashed my lips against his. I wanted to feel those filthy words vibrate across my mouth. Then, I tightened one last time, knowing this was the final second I’d be able to hold it in. Garin’s sounds told me he felt it. He clamped his hands on my waist and completely took over the movements. Keeping me on top, my fingers holding his shoulders for leverage, he rocked into me as hard as he could. In and out.

In…and deliciously out.

My clit was exploding with pleasure. My stomach was shuddering. My body was numb, except for the spasms that pulsed through each limb and muscle. When I opened my mouth, his tongue filled it.

“You’re mine, Kyle. You’ve always been mine.”

Always yours.

I was his.

“Yes, Garin, I’m yours.”

That must have been what he needed to hear because his abs tightened, his hips rocked against mine, and he moaned my name over and over as he filled me with streams of his hot, thick cum.

When we both finally calmed, he rested my head on top of his shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around him. He was still inside me, my legs still straddled him, and I breathed in his scent. It was warmth. More warmth than I’d had since we’d been put in our cell.

The cell.

It only took seconds before I was brought right back to the cement and the bars and the reason I thought we were in here.

“What if this is the last time?” I whispered.

He tilted my face up, so he could look at me. “Nothing is going to happen to us.”

“I’m envious of your optimism.” I broke our eye contact and squeezed my thighs over the sides of his stomach. “I hope you’re not just saying that because you’re still inside me.”

He gave my bottom lip a small nibble and moved me to where he’d been sitting. Then, he went over to the sink, dampening a clump of toilet paper.