Caught by the Convicts Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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“Her pussy is dripping for you, mate,” Klay pushes through his teeth.

Ruger makes a doubtful sound, but doesn’t stop pumping his hips against me. “No. It’s for you, Klay. Not me.”

“That’s not true,” I blurt, before I can stop myself. And there are my fingers, threading into his long, black hair, tugging him closer. As if my body is obeying some urges that my mind can’t comprehend. What is happening to me? “It’s for you, too,” I whisper against Ruger’s mouth when it reaches mine. “It’s for both of you.”

The air crackles with static, both men surging closer, sandwiching my tightly.

Making me whimper, clutch at Ruger’s collar.

“Fucking hell,” Klay grits out, tearing my panties off with a twist of his fist, tossing them aside. “She wants it.” He wraps his now-free hand around my throat. “That changes everything, Wendy. Now you get two cocks. Mine and Ruger’s.”

“Two? H-how?”

Klay sinks his teeth into the side of my neck and thrusts against my buttocks. Roughly. “Going to put it right here, deep and dirty. Going to bounce you around like a little rag doll.”

Ruger growls, shaking his head. “She’s too innocent, Klay. You can’t. Not the first time.”

I’m being lifted, Klay’s hands scooping beneath my knees, opening them for Ruger. Exposing my drenched sex in a shocking, unexpected way. I’m between two hard-bodied men now, my legs pried wide, Ruger’s hips inserting hungrily between them to grind his shaft against my juncture, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his hips humping in a jagged pattern.

I make a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a moan. Both men seem fascinated by it, staring at my mouth. Licking their lips. Releasing harsh exclamations when I begin to meet Ruger’s pumps shamelessly.

“Fuck,” Klay rasps beside my ear. “Fuck, you’re right. I’ll wreck her. I don’t…I don’t want to.” He sounds almost shocked by his own revelation. “I don’t want to wreck her, Ruger. I want to…I need to…”

“You need to keep her,” Ruger says gruffly, meeting his cell mate’s eyes over my head. “Me too. It’s like there’s no choice. She’s…ours.”

An understanding seems to pass between them which I’m not privy to.

I don’t have a moment to analyze, though, because Ruger begins to peel down his jumpsuit, Klay breathing heavily against my ear, his fingers buried in the undersides of my knees, which he still holds wide open. For just a moment, he props my right knee on Ruger’s hip and reaches past me to help Ruger drag the orange jumpsuit down his thickly muscled shoulder and I feel it. I feel Klay’s erection swell even bigger where it pressed between the cheeks of my bottom, feel the added strength in his grip when it returns to my knee. And I hear Ruger’s breath stutter at the helpful action of his friend. Suddenly there is so much tension in the air, it’s like a spell has been cast.

Dramatically, it all zeroes in on me.

Klay licks up the side of my neck, planting kisses beneath my ear.

Ruger looks me right in the eye and guides his shaft between my legs, sweat trickling down the side of his face, bursts of animal grunts falling from his lips.

And he drives halfway home, his eyes going blind as I surround him.

The pressure of him inside me shoots discomfort down to my toes, but I bite my lip and focus on the man in front of me. This man who has been rejected because of his size. Locked up like an animal. Untouched his entire life. I relate to that. I connect with him over that and suddenly, we’re kissing, his tongue stroking into my mouth, his moans noisy and shocked, his hips thrusting involuntarily to seat his huge sex fully inside me, my hymen giving way around his size with a painful tear. “She’s kissing me, Klay,” groans Ruger in disbelief, between kisses.

“I see that,” Klay says hoarsely, his mouth raking up into my hair, jerking my knees wider. “Hear the way she moans? You must be very good at kissing, mate. Have you been…practicing?”

The question is posed casually, but there’s a hard edge to it.

There’s danger there.

Klay’s muscles don’t relax until he gets an answer.

“No, Klay,” Ruger says firmly, diving back in for another taste of my mouth, his fingers quickly unbuttoning my blouse and shoving it open, his pupils dilating at the sight of my white strapless bra, my breasts swelling over the silky tops. “Dammit. Her tits are going to make me come,” Ruger groans, beginning to buck inside me uncontrollably, his jaw going slack. “Oh Jesus, is she supposed to be this tight? I can’t…I can’t stop…”

I’m pinned between two hard bodies, one of them filling me repeatedly with hard flesh, the one holding me open for his cell mate’s pleasure. Klay curses vilely, then begins to match Ruger’s thrusts. When his friend drives home, Klay grinds his erection into the split of my backside. Now they’re moving in unison, humping me, occupying me, groaning into the air that surrounds me. And that’s when the quickening begins in my loins.


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