The infirmary had grown quiet, and I thanked every God known to humankind for our brief moment together. Her lips moved over mine and I tasted her like the sweat treat that she was, devouring her like a starving man.

“We don’t have long,” she said between kisses.

Suddenly, she was reaching between us and grabbing my hard dick in her tiny palm. Her fingers flexed around my khaki-covered hardness, and I growled against her lips. She made me crazy, and I wanted her more than my next breath. Once wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

She worked her hand over me, pulling at my muscle and making my balls ache with pleasure. I filled my hands with her breasts, kneading them until I felt her hardened nipples against my palms. Then I moved my hands down, grabbing at her ass and working my hand down into her pants. Once my fingertip reached her wetness, I was done.

Fuck time. Fuck the people outside the curtain. Fuck the hole. Literally. I wanted her, and I wanted her right then and there.

Turning her, I lifted her on the bed and went to work on her pants. She didn’t try to stop me. Instead, she kept kissing me, pushing her tongue over mine and filling my mouth with her unique flavor.

“Yes,” she hissed. “You’re so untamed.”

I pulled back, confused by her words. Was I being too rough? Was I forcing her? Did she want me the way I wanted her?

Before I could ask, she pulled me against her and kissed me. “No. Don’t stop. Don’t hold back on me, X,” she said, using my prison-given name. “You’re such a dangerous criminal. Show me how dangerous you really are.”

I almost laughed at how cute she was. Then again, the tip of my cock moistened and my balls tightened against my body.

She liked it rough. She was begging me to give it to her like the wild man that I was, and I wasn’t about to bitch out on her.

Pulling her into a standing position, I turned her and ripped the ribbon holding her hair back out. Her red, silky locks fell against her shoulder and I lost my nose in it, taking in the smell of her shampoo. Her ass molded against my front when I bent her over the bed. Her scrubs fell to the ground at her feet and my khakis followed. Teasing her with my tip, I pressed my cock against her ass and she pressed back.

When I entered her body, it was hard and fast. She stretched around my girth, holding my body in hers and owning me. I pounded into her, gripping at her hip with all of my strength. I was sure I was hurting her, but she just begged for more.

My girl. My sweet nurse. She liked it hard. She liked to be manhandled, and I only wished that I could do it properly. Not stuck behind a curtain where I had to cover her mouth. I wanted to hear her scream my name. Every breath that rushed from her lips, every sound, I wanted to own it.

Wrapping her loose hair around my fingers, I tugged her head back and kissed her hard.

“Is this what you want? You want to get fucked, Lyla?” I whispered in her ear.

She nodded, unable to talk since I had her mouth covered so tightly, and a pleasure tear rolled down the side of her cheek. I licked it from her skin, and the salty liquid melted against my tongue.

I fucked her. Fucked her so good that her legs went weak and she fell onto the bed. I held onto her hips, lifting and pulling her into my thrusts, and she moaned into the bed sheets, biting into white cotton to keep from screaming in pleasure.

Her body gripped at me, the muscles of her inner walls flexing and pulsating. She was close, and I wanted to push her right over the edge. My body pressed into her, my chest to her back, my hips flush with her ass, and I pumped her so hard and so fast that my thigh muscles burned.

“That’s right, baby. Give it to me. Come for me. Soak my cock and balls. I want to feel it.”

The cotton of the sheets popped as she pulled on them, and I almost didn’t cover her mouth fast enough before her cries exploded against my palm. Her body closed in around me, milking me and tugging with sweet, wet longing that sent me spiraling. I unloaded in her, filling her with everything that I was.

I was hers. I’d always be hers.

Pulling out, I shoved a thick finger inside of her. It was sick, but I wanted to know I was there. I wanted to feel our come mixed on my fingertip. She pressed against my hand, moaned sweetly, and I grinned.

She was insatiable, and she was mine. Fucking mine.

I LEFT THE infirmary two days later humming and smiling… fucking humming and smiling like a little bitch on a midnight stroll, which freaked the hell out of Scoop.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you, man?”

He was sitting across from me at the chow table, stuffing his face with something that looked like potatoes.




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