Prisoner (All of You Book 1) by Melissa Silvey Read Free Book Online

little ass.”  I reach down, and grab it, and she lets out a tiny squeal. 
    “You’re probably right,” she sighs, and turns gracefully.  It shouldn’t be that easy for her to do, while balancing on top of my big body.  But she has all of these long muscles, and perfect lines, and looks like a ballet dancer.  She bends forward slightly, and sucks the head in just a little, getting it nice and wet.  I inhale loudly through clenched teeth.  I hear her pop it out of her mouth, and I hold my breath as she mounts me, and wiggles down onto my dick.  She moans when she has all of me inside her.
    “Damn, you feel good,” I sigh.  She’s tight, and her little pussy contracts around me.  But I know how to make her tighter.  I spit on my fingers, and while she’s moving up, I shove two of them in her ass. 
    She lets out a sound, something like, “Ah!” and slams down on me, then begins to move hard and fast on my tool.  She’s moving up and down, and back and forth, and I feel like my cock is touching every inch inside her.  My free hand moves up and down her spine, over her hips.  She’s so damn soft. 
    It’s the most incredible feeling.  Her pussy is so good.  That’s when I realize I’m not wearing a condom, and I’m about to blow my nuts inside her.  “Fuck,” I groan, and pull her off me, just as I come all over her thighs.  Well, she came all over me earlier, so she deserves it.  I sit up, and since my fingers are still in her ass, I quickly fill her pussy with fingers from my other hand.  “Are you gonna come for me?”  I lick the small of her back, as my fingers find her g-spot.  She’s moaning like crazy, her body shakes, and I feel her clamping down on my fingers. 
    “Oh, fuck, that’s good,” she cries out.  Again, she squirts all over me when she comes.  Twice in about an hour, that might be some kind of record.
    “Turn around,” I demand.  She does so easily.  Her body isn’t only beautiful, it’s athletic.  I bet she can fight.  Her pupils are dilated, and she looks almost drunk when she turns toward me.  “Kiss me.”  She bends down toward me, and her lips are on mine.  My hands are all over her, touching her and remembering the feel of her.  I lick her lips and she spreads them, opening up for me automatically. 
    I want to savor this, because it might be the last chance I get.
     
    Lani
     
    He’s wearing me out, and it feels great.  It also feels good to relinquish control and just do whatever he wants.  He’s so fucking good, and Jesus he’s huge.  I lay my head down on his chest, and he runs his fingers through my hair.  If I close my eyes I can almost forget we’re in his prison cell, and I’m having sex with a prisoner. 
    Maybe that’s the reason he just came twice, or the reason he still feels hard against my stomach.  Or why he’s being so affectionate.
    This is so many different types of illegal.  I’m a cop for Christ’s sake.  I’ve already lied to him several times and told him I’m not.  Maybe I should tell him.  Hell, I don’t even know his name.
    “I’m Lani, by the way,” I say, as I trace the tribal tattoo that covers his left shoulder and chest. 
    “I’m Roman,” he replies, in his beautiful baritone.
    “Roman.  I like it. It’s a nice, strong name.”  I say it several times, but it doesn’t sound as good as it did on his lips.
    “Tony Roman,” he says.  I hear a bit of irritation in his voice. 
    “What’s wrong with Tony?”
    “Antony,” he sighs loudly.  I shrug.  “Antony and Cleopatra?”
    “I like it.”  I feel my eyes closing again.  I’m so tired.  “What time is it?”
    “I don’t know.  Maybe midnight, one o’clock.”  His fingers move from my hair to my cheek, then to my lips.  “Are you ready to suck it again, Lani?”
    “It all depends.  Do you reciprocate?”  I kiss his fingertips, and move slightly to look up at him.
    “I would eat your pussy for the rest of