“Impart a lesson? I’m not his motherfucking pupil.”
“I know that.” I could tell she was using her mom voice on me and I didn’t appreciate that shit. “I’m just saying for your own sake Alexander, try to figure out what it is he wants you to understand.”
“You can cut the condescending bullshit. I’m not here to yield or figure him out. He’s in the wrong so he needs to get over it.”
“First of all, watch your damn mouth. Second, you both need to get the hell over it. It’s all stupid. You shouldn’t be in here for a crime that you didn’t commit, and Emmanuel shouldn’t be holding up your evidence with nonsense. Neither one of you is willing to budge though. It’s driving me up a fucking wall when all I’m trying to do is help!” I could feel annoyance and frustration coming from her in waves and I instantly felt like shit.
Since being locked up, nothing really got to me anymore. I’d seen the most brutal shit unfold right in my face. I no longer was sensitive to the atrocities of seeing men stabbed to death, beaten within an inch of their lives or tortured by guards. Camilla being upset though…that bothered me and gave me pause. I held her hands in mine and kissed them again, almost like I was begging for her forgiveness.
She walked around the table and I got the reward I looked forward to every single Tuesday without fail. She sat in my lap and draped her arms around me. I could smell her perfume mixed with her natural sweetness. I shut my eyes and rested my face against her soft breasts and just stayed there for a few minutes, holding her close.
“I know you’re trying to help, Camilla. You’re the only friend I have in the entire world right now. I love you for that. But you’re also the only person I have to vent my frustrations to, so shit might sound a little crazy. Just work with me, okay?” I spoke into her cleavage because…hell, it was the closest I’d get to actually having her tits in my mouth.
“Okay.” She rubbed the top of my head and kissed my forehead. “It would be nice if you worked with me too though. I want you out of here. You can deal with your sibling rivalry later.” Every time I thought about being related to Manny, I thought about Joseph and all the havoc he’d wreaked. I hated him more than I hated my brother. I wanted Joseph dead.
“I hear you. I’m just finally tired of dealing with him.”
“Hell of a time to stand your ground.” She knitted her brows together with a frown.
“I know. Shit never works out how it’s supposed to though.” My hands slid up and down her sides. She felt so good. Like silk. I mindlessly pressed kisses to her collarbone. I didn’t stop until she cleared her throat. I snapped back to reality and tried to shake the lustful fog surrounding me. I couldn’t ignore my hard dick though. I’d give anything to dig into Camilla’s wet pussy one more time.
If I wasn’t caged up like an animal…
I could lay her on the table and spread her legs. I could eat her pussy until she begged for me to stop. I could taste her over and over, smearing her juices across my lips and face. She could drown me for all I cared.
Then I’d slide my dick inside of her so slow she’d whine. Hearing Camilla whine was always so erotic. I’d fuck her while she moaned and dug her nails in my back. She’d call for me and my name would sound so sweet rolling off her tongue.
“Alexander?” I blinked away the fantasy and looked into her green eyes. “Jesus, I feel horrible that you can’t have any pussy while you’re in here.”
“I know but…” I could barely think straight. My dick was straining against my pants so hard I felt like it would pop the seams. “Can I just look at you?” I needed a release and I’d been beating my dick and thinking about her ever since my second month in there. I had the real thing come visit me all the time but I never tried anything more than holding her hand or squeezing her tight when she sat in my lap. I usually walked away with an aching hard on but today I needed more.
“Look at me?” She sounded confused.
“I’ll to all the work, you just…do what I tell you to. Okay?” I spoke in her ear and I could see I still had a hold on her. She swallowed and goosebumps fanned out over her golden skin.
“Okay,” She agreed and it was a godsend.
“Sit right here.” I picked her up and she was so light. I sat her in front of me on the metal table so her thighs were parted just enough to give me a clear view of her panties.
Anxiously I pulled my cock out and stroked it. Her eyes fixed onto it and for a split second I could see desire lurking behind her emerald pools. “What do you want me to do?” She asked breathlessly.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded. She did as I asked and her delicate scent swirled around me making me drunk on her. “Move your panties to the side…I wanna see if your pussy is wet. Is it wet, Camilla?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“You like watching me stroke my dick in front of you?” I slid my hand up and down my shaft faster and faster as my eyes took in her wet, pink pussy. It was so fucking perfect.
“Uh huh…” Her breathing was shallow and her full lips were parted just enough for me to see her wet tongue. God, I’d give anything to suck on her tongue and taste her mouth.
“Show me your pretty titties, Camilla.” It was the hardest thing in the world keeping my hands off of her while I jerked my dick. I watched as she unbuttoned her shirt until her bra was visible, then she tugged on it until her breasts bounced free. They were still so perky and her nipples were so stiff. I imagined how good it would feel to run my tongue across them. “Oh my god, you are such a good girl,” I breathed. “Remember how hard I used to fuck you, Camilla? How you would scream and beg for me to let you cum?” She nodded and her breathing grew rapid and short.
“I remember.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes…”
“Tell me,” I growled as I stroked myself faster and harder.
“It felt so good when you used to fuck me, Alexander,” she moaned and I lost it. I shot the biggest, hottest load all over my fucking hand. I stifled my groans and just sat there for a moment, collecting myself. That shit was the next best thing to having sex with Camilla. I don’t know why I’d never thought of it before.
As soon as I was done, Camilla grabbed me a handful of paper towels and I cleaned up all the evidence quickly. Whatever hint of desire for me that lurked in her eyes while I jerked my dick, vanished once she was all prim and proper and put together. Her blouse was buttoned perfectly, her tits were away and her thighs were closed.
“You only did that because you felt bad for me, didn’t you?” I asked knowingly, tossing the wad of paper towels to the side.
“I did it for you right, Alexander?”
“Yes.”
“It wasn’t because I felt bad for you. It was because you needed it.”
“Because you felt bad for me. I’ll take it though,” I said with a sigh. I felt much more relaxed after getting some sort of release, and even if I couldn’t fuck her, she was there. She was close enough for me to touch.
“Alexander, please think about what I said.” She pleaded once more. I knew it meant our visit was coming to a close. My heart felt heavy knowing that my only ray of sunshine was leaving for an entire seven days.
“I’ll think about it. Can you show me some pictures of the kids before you go?” I smiled. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through tons of pictures of Chloe, Mason, and the twins. Chloe was shooting up like a weed. Her sandy brown hair was already hanging down her back just like Camilla’s, and her green eyes sparkled. Mason was the spitting image of Manny. He was almost as tall as his sister and already bulkier. The twins were a perfect mixture of Camilla and Manny. Green eyes and sandy curls with his nose, height, and smile. They both looked like Mason with green eyes. I still couldn’t tell them apart. Camilla had to point out who was Logan who was Lucas every single time.
“I still can’t believe you had twins.” I marveled just looking at them.
“All natural too. Ugh,” she groaned. “M
y damn uterus hurts just looking at them sometimes.” I laughed and rubbed her arm.
“You did good though. You did damn good. I still wish Mason had been mine,” I sighed looking at his picture.
“I’m sorry, Alexander.” She sat in my lap again and I could feel my dick jerk at her mere presence. She was killing me.
“I know you have to go.” I held her close one more time and kissed her cheek. “Thank you so much for everything. Thank you for coming to see me every damn week for a year.” She touched my face and smiled. It was such a beautiful smile.
“Alexander, you helped me through my darkest moments. You’re the reason I don’t have those awful fucking mood swings anymore. You helped me to understand myself better and showed me I didn’t have to always be a slave to my bipolar disorder.”
“I fucked up big time with you though. I hurt you so badly. I…hit you.” I still could never forgive myself for that.
“I know. You’re human though. I’ve moved past it. The only reason I’m willing to forgive you is because of how much I loved you and how much you helped me. The fact that you were willing to correct your mistakes and go back to being yourself didn’t go unnoticed by me.” I forced a smile and rubbed her back. “I will help you as much as I can. I promise.”
“I know you will. Can you keep sending me letters and pictures? They’re the only things that make me smile.”
“I will if you’ll stop getting in fights.” I laughed but didn’t make her a promise I knew damn well I wouldn’t keep.
**
Chapter Four
Emmanuel
The pool of applicants I had in front of me was so small I kept glancing over the same faces time and time again. I had Cole narrow the pile down to four choices and they were all women who were fairly young and definitely attractive. I groaned thinking about Camilla’s response. She said she trusted me though and I was thankful.
After I’d stared at the resumes for a little while longer, I chose two and had Cole’s assistant set up interviews. I’d be glad to get the goddamn process over with once and for all. Picking out two applicants to interview was the last thing I had to do for the day.
Once I was wrapped up, I shut my computer down and got the fuck out of my office. I didn’t have to spend a lot of time in the office because I was usually riding around making appearances, giving speeches, and going to various legislature meetings. Whenever I was in the office though, I was bored out of my fucking mind. I was more than ready to go home to my wife and children.
I was met with a swarm of hugs and kisses when I walked in. The kids all smelled like lavender and baby powder, which meant they’d just gotten out of the tub. It was confirmed when I saw Camilla’s soaking wet white shirt. “Okay. Bed time.” I clapped my hands after looking at Cami’s full tits and peaked nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Jesus. All four kids scattered up the steps sounding like a herd of zebra.
As soon as I heard the thump of little bodies jumping into beds I pulled my wife over to me and kissed her. She smelled like soap. My hand slid around to her behind and I grabbed a handful greedily. I missed her.
“Let’s get the little demon spawn in bed first.” She giggled and her breasts jiggled slightly against me, waking my dick up. When she pulled away from me, I let her just so I could watch her sway away. The girl was bad.
I’d never rushed through bedtime routines so quickly before in my life. Logan and Lucas were the ones that kept us up the longest. Camilla was trying to get them to sleep in their own beds but they refused. “I want Lo,” Lucas pouted.
“I want Luke,” Logan whined. They sounded identical and their pitiful voices were tugging at my core. I didn’t mind the boys sleeping together but Camilla was insistent upon the twins having their own identities and not being dependent on each other too much. She was trying to stand firm in her decision but even she crumbled a bit after seeing Logan and Lucas poke their bottom lips out and sniffle in unison.
“Come on buddy.” I scooped up Logan in my arms and laid him next to Lucas.
“You two need to start sleeping apart,” Camilla sighed as she pulled the blanket over their bodies. They weren’t listening though. They held hands and closed their eyes instantly.
“They’re twins. Let them have each other.” I told her with my hand on the small of her back.
“I know…I know.” I led her out of their room and down the hallway where I pinned her to the wall making her giggle. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to fuck the shit out of you.” I lifted her up and like clockwork, her thick thighs wrapped around my waist. My dick was begging for her already. I was amazed at how much I always wanted to be inside of her. The fire never died down between us. I dug my erection into her and it pulled a needy whimper from her mouth. I dragged my teeth along her collarbone. I was hungry for her. I put my mouth on her breasts through the thin cotton shirt she wore and my tongue darted out wetting the fabric. I tugged on her nipples gently with my teeth and she squealed. I loved when she squealed. It made me want to consume her whole. I set her on her feet and landed a slap to her plump ass, making it bounce from the force. I could watch her ass move all night.
“Take your shorts off.” I instructed as I loosened my tie and stalked behind her down the hall. She stripped them off and when she bent over I saw just a hint of her smooth pussy lips. I swallowed my lust and tried to stifle the carnal growl building in my chest. She took her shorts into the closet and dropped them in the hamper not even realizing I was literally one step behind her.
Camilla was turning me on quicker than even I’d expected. I needed to be inside of her. Immediately. She gasped when she spun around and I was right there. I pulled her close to me with my hands on her hips. Our lips crashed into an urgent kiss and I nearly knocked down every rack of clothes in there as we stumbled around trying to take my shirt and slacks off. Camilla finally unzipped my pants and took my aching cock out, stroking it in her soft hand.
In one motion I spun her around and pushed her over. “Grab your ankles.” I told her gruffly. “I want to see your pretty pussy.” I looked at it like I’d never seen it before. Like her perfect cunt wasn’t all mine. I slid my middle finger up and down her slit, making her even wetter then I licked her sweetness from my soaked finger and reveled in how delicious she was. I wanted to eat her pussy for every meal of the damn day. I delved back into her dripping wet pussy and grazed her g-spot making her whimper. I pulled my fingers back out and yanked her hair until her head snapped back. Her pouty, pink lips popped open and I fed her my fingers one at a time, skating them over her wet tongue. She needed to taste what I tasted. She needed to see how fucking delectable she was.
“Do you taste good?” I asked in her ear, my lips against her warm skin.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” I smirked.
“Yes, Daddy.” She was so fucking sexy; I thought my cock would dive into her on it’s own. I let her hair go and slapped my dick across her round ass cheeks a few times then I rubbed the sensitive head of my cock up and down her pussy. Camilla’s moans made me shut my eyes against them. They were so erotic like she was begging for me to fuck her senseless with just a sound.
I tormented her for a while, pushing my dick in slowly then pulling back out until she was whining. “Tell me what you want, Cami.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I am fucking you. Tell me what you really want.” I pushed my dick half way inside of her walls and had to use every bit of restraint to pull back out.
“I want you to put your big dick back inside of me.” She made the nastiest growl under her breath and I knew she was tired of the games. So was I.
I spread her thick pussy lips and plunged into her hard and deep until she couldn’t say anything intelligible. All she could do was pant and moan. I dug so deep inside of her that she searched in vain for something to grab on to. When she couldn’t find anything her knees buckled and she sank down to the floor. I never slipped
out of her. I slammed into her the entire time she went down. I fucked Camilla until she was flat on her stomach calling for God.
“Emmanuel! I’m gonna cum so fucking hard…” She warned in between thrusts.
“Good. Let me feel how wet your pussy can get for me.” I pushed deep into her soft, warm cunt and stayed there until she screamed so loud it sounded like I was splitting her in two. I wanted her to feel that shit in her soul. I wanted her to feel my dick inside of her even after we were done.
“Oh god! Emmanuel!” Her squeals and trembles were intoxicating. Her pussy was grabbing hold of my dick and drawing me even deeper inside of her walls. I loved how much I filled her up. She was coming all over me and I could feel her wetness trickling out and down my balls. When I reached around to rub her stiff clit, I could feel her wetness slicking the insides of her thighs. Jesus, she was soaking.
I couldn’t cum. Not yet. I needed to have all her juices smeared on my face. I wanted to drown in her. I pulled out and knelt down, slapping Cami on her phat ass. “Put that pussy on my face.” I told her as I lay down. Breathlessly she pouted but she did as she was told. “Put your mouth on my dick.” When I felt her cunt connect with my mouth, I sucked on her clit until she shrieked, piercing the air with her noises. I drank her in until she was convulsing. She could barely keep my cock in her mouth. I delved into her opening with my tongue and eased in and out of her until she was riding my face like it was my dick.
When I tapped her ass again she climbed off and bent over so I could finish fucking her. She cried my name out over and over until her pussy was pulsating all around my cock. I shot my load into her so hard I couldn’t see for a few seconds.
“Fuck, Camilla! Oh my god…” I groaned, digging my fingertips into her full hips. I poured into her and she kept squeezing and tugging on my sensitive dick until I had to pull out or else I’d be no more good.
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