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“We have Church in an hour. I suggest you get cleaned up.”
Chapter 4
Nick
My room looked justthe same as the last time I was in here. White walls. Queen-sized bed opposite the door. A couch sitting horizontally against the end of the bed. A small bathroom to the right. Closet on the left.
Sitting down on the couch, I sank back into the cushions, not realizing how much I’d missed comfort. In prison, everything was hard. From the thin foam mattresses to cover the metal beds, to the steel chairs and tables, concrete floors, and solid walls. But on the outside, things could be soft.
Stretching my arms out across the back of the couch, I simply sat for a minute. Everything was the same, yet it was different, and the biggest change was Dimitri’s death. I would find out who killed him, then retribution would be swift. Leaning forward, I undid the laces on my work boots and toed them off. They landed with a softclunkbeside me before I pulled off my socks. As much as I wanted to luxuriate in my freedom, I still had a job to do.
Rising from the couch, I stripped out of my shirt and undid the button on my jeans. In the bathroom, I found fresh towels stacked on the counter alongside a fresh cake of soap and some shampoo. There was also a new toothbrush and toothpaste,deodorant, and shaving cream. Someone had rolled out the fucking welcome wagon. Who was I fucking kidding? This had Molly written all over it.
I stared at my reflection, seeing how my face had changed while I was inside. Like everything else in prison, it had become harder too. My eyes were incapable of showing compassion. My jaw tight. My lips twisted into a snarl. I knew I had to shake it off, but for tonight, I would embrace what prison had given me.
After showering alone for the first time in five years, I toweled off, then wandered out naked into my room. I didn’t react when I found the whore who had been dancing for my two club brothers sitting on the couch. Her brown eyes drifted from my face to my cock, a smile stretching across her lips.
She rose to her feet, her stilettos boosting her higher than was natural. With a swagger in her hips, she approached. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I watched the way she moved, my dick turning to fucking steel as I did. I hadn’t been able to fuck for five years. I hadn’t been interested in jerking off while my cell mate slept in the bunk beneath me either, so I had a lot of time to make up for.
The woman grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the couch. Because I was on board with getting my dick sucked, I allowed her to lead me there. Allowed her to push me down. Getting comfortable, I widened my legs and grabbed my cock, stroking it with a firm grip. Jesus, fuck, it had been too long.
“Gunnar said you’d be wanting this,” she said, running her hands suggestively over her breasts, then down between her thighs. She cupped her pussy, her smile turning devious.
“I want your mouth wrapped around my cock more.”
Plus, it would stop her from talking. I wasn’t interested in learning more about her. I just needed to get off, and her mouth was the perfect place to blow my load. Crooking my finger at her,I invited her to stand between my thighs. My hand still stroked at my cock, the movement drawing her attention.
“You want this, sugar?” I asked.
She nodded.
Thirsty cunt.
“Then get on your knees.”
She dropped a second later, her hot breath feathering over my shaft and hand. I held back the groan that had nothing to do with lust, and everything to do with me getting my release.
“You like that, baby?” she asked, breathing on my dick again.
I grunted, my answer non-committal. “I’d like your lips stretched around my dick more.” I pointed to where I stroked. “Now.”
She obeyed, wrapping her mouth around the crown of my cock and swirling her tongue. My hand fell away onto the couch, gripping the cushions because it felt too fucking good. With my free hand, I gripped her hair, forcing her to take me deeper. She fell onto my dick like a woman starved, taking me to the hilt and beyond the limitations of her throat.
“Fuck, you have no gag reflex, do you, sugar?” My words felt like they were being extracted forcefully from my throat. I was close to coming and she’d only been sucking for a minute. But she wasn’t a lover I was trying to satisfy. She was here to service me, and service me she would.
Holding her in place by her blonde hair, I slammed my hips up, forcing myself into her throat, driving deeper and deeper with each thrust. Saliva ran down the length of my cock as she opened up her throat to me, letting me dominate her. When she started to hum her appreciation, I fucking lost it, shooting my load straight onto the back of her tongue. My vision tunneled and turned to black for a moment, as the release triggered the endorphin rush I’d missed.
Shaking, I released her head and shoved her back. She dropped onto her ass.
My cock was red and wet—my cum and her spit covering it. I raised my eyes to her. “Clean this shit up.”
She blinked at me for a moment before scrambling to her feet. With both hands on my thighs, she licked and sucked my cum from my cock, making a show of the tip of her tongue rolling around the head of my dick. Did it feel good? Fuck yes, it did, but I got what I wanted from her. I stood, forcing her to shuffle backward if she didn’t want to get stepped on. Moving to my closet, I opened the door and pulled out a clean Henley and a pair of jeans. When I turned around, the whore was sitting on the couch, her position mimicking my earlier one—buck naked and legs spread. She was playing with her pussy, dipping one finger into her opening, and rubbing her juices all over her clit.
“You coming to return the favor, baby?” she asked coyly.
“Get out, sugar. We’re done.”
“But—”
