“Unnh,” she moaned again, trembling and shaking. “Unnnh.”
And finally, it was over. I pulled back, wiping my chin with the back of my wrist while popping my thumb out. And never dropping her eyes, I stuck it in my mouth, taking a long, loving lap.
“Oh god, Mr. Evercore!” she panted, eyes wide. “No!”
But I shook my head.
“Every part of you tastes good, sweet thing. And that includes this horny little ass,” I said, leaning forward to run my lips over her rim. Of course, there’d been so much pussy juice that it tasted delicious, and I paused, taking my fill.
But every good thing has to come to an end. We’d been gone long enough. The other prisoners would start to get suspicious, not to mention her co-workers. After all, we were still in the interview phase. She was supposed to be “mentoring” me, and not riding my face in a dirty bathroom stall.
But whatevs. All’s well that ends well. I helped the sweet thing get straightened, pulling her skirt down and even tucking a big boob back into her blouse.
“I’ll get to this sweetheart,” I rumbled on a low rasp, dropping a swift kiss on her tip before pulling the fabric forwards. “Next time, I promise.”
She blushed, face just inches from mine.
“Yes, Mr. Evercore,” came that mewl. “Yes.”
And shit, but as we exited the bathroom, I knew no one would be fooled. Laney had that just-fucked look about her, the dazed glaze in her eyes, the funny way she walked. And shit. She hadn’t even gotten dick up that puss yet. What would happen then? The brunette was gonna be limping by the time I was done.
But it was all good. Because this is what life is about. Fucking and sucking sweet young pussy, making the girls scream your name as they shatter. Helping them find the slut within, fulfilling their inner glory.
But then the brunette took me by surprise.
“Mr. Evercore,” she said, shooting me a sweet look over her shoulder as we exited. “Thank you,” came that soft mewl, the girl blushing again. “It’s not how I usually am, but thank you.”
And something twinged in my heart then. Because I’m not a nice guy. I’m not someone who hangs out after hot sessions, holding hands and exchanging emotions. But the way Laney said “thank you,” when I should have been the one thanking her threw me off my rocker.
Who was this girl?
Who was this sweet thing with good manners?
Where did she come from?
I had to know.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mason
We ambled out of the bathroom just before the mentoring session ended. People were shaking hands and exchanging final words with promises about next week. With a smirk on my face, I rejoined the crowd, my composure cool and collected as if I hadn’t just tasted the sweetest thing in the world.
A few minutes later, Laney appeared from behind the stacks, her face flushed and hair wild, but not so crazy that it gave anything away. At least, not to the point of being glaringly obvious. A few people did give her wary, sideways glances, but no one spoke a word.
Of course, the girl didn’t look in my direction.
It was for the best, since I could literally still smell her cunt. Oh yeah, that aroma was everywhere, wrapped around my head and into my brain. Or maybe I could smell it because it literally was smeared all over my face.
Even better.
I wasn’t gonna wash tonight.
This delicious snatch smell was gonna be embedded in my pillow, her face in my dreams as I pulled one out.
But the session was done. And obediently, Laney followed the group of journalists out the door, her steps soft and doe-like. But at the last moment, the girl glanced over her shoulder in my direction.
And something happened then that took me by surprise.
Because she smiled, sweet and innocent, truly dazzling before turning away.
It wasn’t anything wrong or nefarious.
It wasn’t like she showed me her snatch or something.
But it was better.
Because that smile took my breath away.
How amazing. Like sunlight breaking out from behind the clouds, my cold heart cracking open just a little.
“Yo,” simpered Silky, coming over to stand next to me. “Good times huh?”
I turned to him with a cold stare.
“Excuse me?”
His cheeks got red.
“Ju-just saying,” he stammered. “Never mind.”
And with that, the albino beat feet, realizing he’d encountered a fucking bear. Because shit. No one was gonna talk about my girl that way. Hell if I let anyone here even taste her name on their lips.
And with a grim expression, I strode back to my cell. But as soon as I was alone on my thin mattress, Laney invaded my thoughts once more.
I could still smell, taste, and hear her.
The breathy gasps.
The way her breasts rose and fell, tips hard with need.
How the nectar gushed between her legs, lube for the natural next step.