Heaven looked up at the mattress overhead and bit back her moan as Sabina stirred in her bunk. She hoped she hadn’t heard her.
She held her breath for a moment. When all she heard was Sabina’s growling snore again, she resumed sucking her fingers as she used her free hand and alternated between each of her breasts, toying with her nipples.
And then she told him, low and raspy, how her tongue was skirting along the ridge of his dick, then flitting tiny licks up and down his shaft, streaking it with her saliva, before taking it into her mouth.
Rawlings’ dick jerked in his hand as he imagined the warmth of her mouth engulfing him.
“Mmm, daddy,” she murmured. “My head is bobbing back and forth taking y
our dick deeper, deeper. Aah, yes . . . fuck my mouth, baby. Make it your pussy. Bust your batter down my throat.”
Rawlings had gotten so caught up in the moment that he started panting hard, clutching the bed sheet with one hand, while he increased his hand speed, his hand swiftly moving up and down his shaft.
He growled out, “It’s coming, baby . . . aaah, shit . . . aaah, shit . . .”
“Mm, yes. Give it to me. Flood my mouth, daddy . . .”
His hand pumped the base of his dick as he began groaning.
“Aaargh, aarrrrrgh . . . uhhh . . . take this nut . . .”
His body shuddered. His nut shot up in the air.
Long, thick streams of it, splashing over his chest and hitting under his chin.
Several seconds ticked by, both of them trying to steady their breaths, before Officer Rawlings blew a breath into the phone. “God. Damn, baby. I needed that. But I need you more.”
Heaven smiled. “Me too.”
She glanced at the clock. 3:17 a.m. She needed to hang up and get some sleep. Soon. The housing officer would be coming around to complete his tour, and she wanted to wash up and put her phone up, before she got caught with it.
She yawned. “I have to go.”
“No doubt, baby. Thanks for the nut.”
“No. Thank you. You made my night,” she told him.
“A’ight, baby. Go get some sleep. I’ma need another pair of them panties, a’ight?”
She shook her head, smiling. “I’ll have a pair ready for you.”
And she would.
Fresh washed pussy in a pair of red-laced panties.
“My baby. That’s what’s up. You really know how to keep a smile on your man’s face, don’t you?”
“Always,” she whispered.
She blew him a kiss, then disconnected, falling asleep around three a.m.
• • •
She heard the sound of running water and the depressing echo of cell doors sliding open before her lids fluttered open.
The time was six a.m.
Ugh.