unexpected words shaped without warning, his low, thick voice the most erotic thing she’d ever heard. “Come for me hard.”
She came. Hard. The climax sliced through her so powerfully she screamed as she shook and shuddered through the spasms.
He kept fucking her through the clenching of her pussy, pushing into her with several rough groans as his body tightened palpably. “Again,” he demanded in a strangled tone, still holding her body rigidly in place.
She didn’t know if it was the rough, irresistible authority in his voice or the intensity of the carnal sensations. But she came again, the second climax rising up on the heels of the first, making her scream even louder as the pleasure erupted once more.
Cain didn’t shout as he came. But he forced out a choked exclamation she recognized as the one he made when he came particularly hard. Then his body jerked and pulsed with his climax and his hands finally relaxed on her ribs.
56
Hold
“Shut the fuck up!” someone yelled from outside the cell. In the disorientation of such complete darkness, she couldn’t even tell from which direction the annoyed shout had come.
Riana giggled as Cain released her, and she stretched out to try to ease her tight muscles. She’d become accustomed to the lack of privacy far sooner than she would have expected. She was occasionally hit with self-consciousness—if one of the other prisoners caught her in an unusual position. The other day she’d been fucking Cain as he’d sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms. She was on his lap, facing away from him, her legs folded beside his thighs, bracing herself on his knees and bouncing on his cock as frantically as she could. She’d been naked, her breasts jiggling wildly, while Cain had held himself perfectly still. She’d come three times, riding him with shameless eagerness. For some reason, when she’d noticed there was an audience of several gawking prisoners, she’d burned with mortification—although she’d come a fourth time, knowing she was being watched.
But usually she could shrug off the lack of privacy.
It was amazing what familiarity could accomplish.
Cain collapsed beside her, breathing heavily and stretching out beside her. He didn’t reach out to pull her against him. He wasn’t the cuddling kind. But she felt his eyes on her in the dark.
“I suppose you’re pretty proud of yourself,” she said in a dry voice.
He grunted. A sound she understood as agreement.
“I just screamed to feed your enormous ego,” she lied. “I thought you needed some encouragement.”
He grunted again. This one sounded amused.
“It wasn’t that good,” she continued, pleased with her success. Cain wasn’t an open or easy man, and it always gave her a thrill when she managed to connect with him in a way other than sex. “But you’re making good strides. Keep at it and I’m sure you’ll get better.”
57
Zannie Adams
Her teasing got a more dramatic reaction than she’d expected. Cain rolled over on top of her—hot, heavy and damp with perspiration. She could feel his warm breath against her flushed cheek and—although she still couldn’t see his expression only inches away from her—she could sense his predatory smile in the dark.
He adjusted his body until he could slip one hand down between her thighs. His fingers explored her groin, stroking the hot, swollen flesh and her pussy, sloppy and wet from his fluids and hers. “Is that right?” he said, his guttural voice making her shiver.
“Yes.” She tensed as she felt his thumb close over her sensitized clit but she managed to say in a somewhat wry voice, “Don’t be discouraged. You’re still learning.”
He lowered his face until he could murmur in her ear, “How’s this for a lesson?”
Then he began to rub her clit in firm circles with his thumb.
She tried to resist—willing herself to keep control of her reactions so she could keep the upper hand in their teasing
She came. Hard. The climax sliced through her so powerfully she screamed as she shook and shuddered through the spasms.
He kept fucking her through the clenching of her pussy, pushing into her with several rough groans as his body tightened palpably. “Again,” he demanded in a strangled tone, still holding her body rigidly in place.
She didn’t know if it was the rough, irresistible authority in his voice or the intensity of the carnal sensations. But she came again, the second climax rising up on the heels of the first, making her scream even louder as the pleasure erupted once more.
Cain didn’t shout as he came. But he forced out a choked exclamation she recognized as the one he made when he came particularly hard. Then his body jerked and pulsed with his climax and his hands finally relaxed on her ribs.
56
Hold
“Shut the fuck up!” someone yelled from outside the cell. In the disorientation of such complete darkness, she couldn’t even tell from which direction the annoyed shout had come.
Riana giggled as Cain released her, and she stretched out to try to ease her tight muscles. She’d become accustomed to the lack of privacy far sooner than she would have expected. She was occasionally hit with self-consciousness—if one of the other prisoners caught her in an unusual position. The other day she’d been fucking Cain as he’d sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms. She was on his lap, facing away from him, her legs folded beside his thighs, bracing herself on his knees and bouncing on his cock as frantically as she could. She’d been naked, her breasts jiggling wildly, while Cain had held himself perfectly still. She’d come three times, riding him with shameless eagerness. For some reason, when she’d noticed there was an audience of several gawking prisoners, she’d burned with mortification—although she’d come a fourth time, knowing she was being watched.
But usually she could shrug off the lack of privacy.
It was amazing what familiarity could accomplish.
Cain collapsed beside her, breathing heavily and stretching out beside her. He didn’t reach out to pull her against him. He wasn’t the cuddling kind. But she felt his eyes on her in the dark.
“I suppose you’re pretty proud of yourself,” she said in a dry voice.
He grunted. A sound she understood as agreement.
“I just screamed to feed your enormous ego,” she lied. “I thought you needed some encouragement.”
He grunted again. This one sounded amused.
“It wasn’t that good,” she continued, pleased with her success. Cain wasn’t an open or easy man, and it always gave her a thrill when she managed to connect with him in a way other than sex. “But you’re making good strides. Keep at it and I’m sure you’ll get better.”
57
Zannie Adams
Her teasing got a more dramatic reaction than she’d expected. Cain rolled over on top of her—hot, heavy and damp with perspiration. She could feel his warm breath against her flushed cheek and—although she still couldn’t see his expression only inches away from her—she could sense his predatory smile in the dark.
He adjusted his body until he could slip one hand down between her thighs. His fingers explored her groin, stroking the hot, swollen flesh and her pussy, sloppy and wet from his fluids and hers. “Is that right?” he said, his guttural voice making her shiver.
“Yes.” She tensed as she felt his thumb close over her sensitized clit but she managed to say in a somewhat wry voice, “Don’t be discouraged. You’re still learning.”
He lowered his face until he could murmur in her ear, “How’s this for a lesson?”
Then he began to rub her clit in firm circles with his thumb.
She tried to resist—willing herself to keep control of her reactions so she could keep the upper hand in their teasing
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