Prisoner and Together: All of You series complete set by Melissa Silvey Page A

again, too tight, and leads me and Doctor Dad out of the room.  She points out the exit for Doctor Dad, then she takes me back to my cell.
    “Your doctor is hot.  You ever thought about hitting that?”  She actually sounds like a human being when she asks it.
    “All the time,” I answer honestly.  I’m reminded again how much I hate the smell of bleach.  She shoves me back in the cell, then removes the cuffs. 
    As she walks off, the voice in the next cell yells out, “You stay quiet, Sammy.”
    I crawl into my cot, and close my eyes.  Sammy moves around, but remains quiet.  The buzzer sounds, and everyone heads out to the rec room.  I stay in my bed.  If they complain, they can kiss my ass.  At least I don’t have to listen to Sammy.
    I can’t stop thinking about him.  I practically cried when I had to pee, it hurt so bad.  I wish I could have told Doctor Dad.  I probably need a morning after pill or something.  I mean, he only used the condom the first time.  He pulled out a few times after that.  But we continued to have sex.  How the hell that man came that many times, I’ll never know.  He must not have masturbated as long as he’s been incarcerated or something. 
    My pussy muscles clench when I think about him jerking off.  I inhale loudly.  Fuck, that hurts.  But it feels damn good too.  I wonder what he’d look like without the beard.  I wonder what he’d look like in a suit and tie.  Or fatigues.  I bet he was a soldier, he looks like a soldier.  Jesus, if he was a soldier, I bet he had girls throwing themselves at him.  I bet he got more pussy than ten normal guys put together.  Hell, he probably did two at a time.  That’s probably how he lasted so long.  He was good too.  He didn’t just take his orgasms, he knew how to give them too.  He ate my pussy better than any girl ever has.  And he didn’t have to do that.  He could have just made me suck his cock. 
    My muscles clench again, and I roll over onto my back.  Damn, he was huge.  He had to be six and a half feet tall, and as wide as a Mack truck.  His thighs were as big as my waist.  And his ass was perfect.  I’ve never seen an ass like that, except for this hockey player I fucked once on Spring Break. 
    He was wearing fucking grey prison issue scrubs, and he smelled like sweat.  He probably hadn’t shaved in over a year, and I can’t quit thinking about his dick.  It is long, but not veiny.  And the head was super sensitive, especially after we’d done it a couple of times.  He enjoyed hitting my g-spot almost as much as I did.  His dirty talk turned me on as much as his body did.  And his voice, rich and smooth and so fucking sure of himself.  Soldier, definitely.  I want to see him in his uniform. 
    I roll over onto my side, and stretch out.  I rub my thighs together tightly, until my pussy walls are so tight they hurt.  I smile at the pain.  Are you gonna come for me ?  He asked.  Yes, I’m gonna come again, laying in my cell.  I’m gonna come for him again.  My muscles clench, then contract.  Fucking sexy ass prisoner.  Damn.
     
    Tony
     
    “Lunch, Roman,” the guard yells out as he opens my hatch.  I roll over on the cot, and smile.  I send my breakfast tray through, and grab my lunch tray.  I smile as I eat.  I smile when I lay back down on my cot.  I can’t stop fucking smiling.  If I die on Saturday, at least I’ll die happy.  I wonder what Lani’s doing.  I bet she’s sleeping.  I curl up on the cot, and close my eyes.  I can picture every muscle on her beautiful body.  If I’m lucky enough to see her again, I will lick every inch of it, from her ears to her toes.  What color were her nipples?  Damn, I didn’t even get a good look at her tits, I was too busy looking at her beautiful face and her pretty green eyes.  I should turn in my man card just for that.
    But I haven’t showered, and I might not for days.  I can still smell her delicious pussy