Caught by the Convicts

by Jessa Kane

“Fuck me,” mutters Day, a hint of England in his tone. “She’s downright adorable. And quite reckless, apparently, marching into this den of vipers in that…” His gaze ticks lower, his voice dropping along with it. “Obscenely form-fitting skirt.”

“Any man who reached the age of thirty without sampling pussy would be a beast. Now you’ve got this tasty little thing at your mercy and you want your first ride. Badly. No one blames you.”

“If you think her face is soft, you should feel her cunt. Good God. It’s already wet and waxed for you, Ruger. Get your cock out.”

“Dammit. Her tits are going to make me come,” Ruger groans, beginning to buck inside me uncontrollably, his jaw going slack. “Oh Jesus, is she supposed to be this tight? I can’t…I can’t stop…”

The last thing I see before disappearing around the corner is Klay, face down on the floor with his head turned, mouthing the words we’ll find you. The promise in his eyes makes me shiver.

“Prison bars can’t hold a man when pussy this hot and tiny is waiting on the outside. You should have been expecting us.”

“Ruger, get down on your knees.” I gather the hem of her nightshirt, lifting it in a fist. “Lick her pussy.” As I suspected he would, Ruger drops like a boulder, already panting for the opportunity to get his tongue in her tight little snatch. He presses his opening mouth to her naked mound, his hands shaking as they rake up and down her thighs. “I don’t know how,” he rasps. “How do I make her feel good?”

“He’s good at eating pussy, is he?”

With a smirk tilting his lips, Klay grips Wendy around the waist, lifting her up and settling her on my lap, her bathing suit bottoms gone, leaving her totally, beautifully bare from head to toe. I grit my teeth as Klay guides my throbbing cock to her wet cunt and settles her right on top of it. “Ride him,” he grits out, slapping her ass. “Let’s see how long he can last inside that tight little pussy.”

No matter how many ways or how often we fuck her, her cunt is like goddamn elastic, bouncing right back to its original shape. She whines my name and wiggles down, her hands flat on my chest, her sun-kissed tits tempting me from above. “You fill me so perfectly,” she says haltingly, falling forward to kiss my mouth, her little hips starting to work me in and out of her narrow cunt. “I’m such a lucky girl, getting to play with the birthday boy.”

“You haven’t even gotten your present yet.” I’m pretty sure I have, because I’m in bed with the two most incredible people in the world, so I scoff. “Yes, I have.” “No,” Wendy says, licking into my mouth for a kiss, then pulling away just enough to lock me in her sights. “I stopped taking my birth control, Ruger.” She works her hips faster, faster, Klay bucking into her from above, his face contorted with desperation. “You’re going to breed me. You’re going to be the father of our child.”