𝙳𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕
"I'm okay." She told me.
I wrapped one arm around her lower back to hold her in place. With my free hand, I pushed her hair off her shoulder as I stared her in the face to make sure she was really okay. This experience was definitely different and she was tighter than anyone I'd been in before. It felt amazing for me, but I couldn't focus on feeling good when/if she was hurting.
"I'm really okay Dymond." She pecked my lips. "Don't stop." She kissed me again before moving to my neck. I felt her tongue trace my tattoo before she started sucking. She didn't know it but that was my spot.
I groaned lowly as I closed my eyes for a few seconds. "That's my spot baby." I exhaled slowly.
"Mm, is it?" She sucked harder. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip.
"Ease up baby." I opened my eyes. "You can't be leaving passion marks on me."
I didn't need or want niggas in here to think I'd let another inmate have his way with me. I mean who else would they assume had done this when I wasn't married. Therefore they wouldn't think I'd had a conjugal visit. There was just a lot going through my head.
Being in here with her had triggered something from my past and I froze up. However, hearing her express how she loved me, not pressuring me to talk about it, and how patient she was showed me that I didn't need to hold back. The first woman to ever hurt me was my mother. I feared letting any woman close because of that so I sabotaged shit without knowing it. Sitting behind bars had opened my eyes to what and why I'd done that in the past. Nearly being assaulted made me avoid people of the LGBTQ community but Dianna had shown me different in both situations. She wasn't a woman looking to hurt me and she wasn't someone who was part of the LGBTQ community looking to take advantage of me. My eyes were open now.
She kept one arm wrapped around my neck and started running the other through my locs as she kissed my lips. I kept my eyes open to see the look on her face while I sucked on her tongue. She moaned softly and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. I gripped her waist and started to slowly ease her up and down on my dick.
"Oh my gosh!" She broke the kiss and tossed her head back. I kissed the middle of her neck, swirling my tongue around before I started to suck. She couldn't leave anything on me but I'd never said I wouldn't do it to her. "Fuck me." She gripped my locs.
"Fuck me Dymond." She moaned. Her eyes shot open and she whimpered when I bit her neck while bouncing her harder.
"Fuckkk shorty." I groaned, burying my face in the crook of her neck, feeling my dick twitch inside her. I stopped bouncing her and wrapped my arms around her back. Man I held on as if my life fucking depended on it. If she moved again I knew I was going to nut inside her. That wasn't a problem because I knew she couldn't get pregnant. The problem was I didn't want to nut too quick. Not only would that be embarrassing but it also wasn't like me.
"Why'd you stop?" She whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. "Are you about to cum?" She nibbled harder. That shit did something to me. My dick twitched again and I moaned. What the fuck was this?
