All Chapters of Big Daddy Wants Me: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I feel my heartbeat in my skull as Killian drags me into a dingy room with nothing but a showerhead hanging from the wall. He sets me down and stands waiting.“You’re allowed one shower before being placed in solitary.”I’m still trying to recover from what just happened. Was I dreaming, or did the prison warden really just go down on me while I was having a conversation with my lawyer?My breasts tingle at the memory of his tongue on my precious place, the way he moved so hungrily but handled me gently, respectfully. He told me not to look at him as we shared our forbidden secret.Killian is a walking contradiction. Cold as snow and ruthlessly commanding one moment, then soft and delicate the next. It’s as if he’s trying to confuse me.Could it be that he actually cares about me?No. I must be projecting. I’m number five-oh-seven-five. That’s all I am to him. I can’t let myself hope. Not in here. Not while I’m surrounded by these walls, these bars, these…other men.Yet still, I can’t

I manage to keep it together until I get back to my office. I even close the door gently behind me. But that’s when I lose it.With a single sweep of my arm, I destroy my desk, sending everything on it crashing to the floor. My mug shatters against the wall, papers and forms fly everywhere. Even my computer monitor topples and clatters to the floor.I’m hard and leaking pre-cum in my pants. The taste of Nicole’s sweet pussy on my tongue has me beasting, lusting, craving more.More, more, more!I haven’t claimed her yet. I haven’t spread her sweet virgin walls and claimed her, and it’s absolutely killing me. I’m dying.And I can’t be. I have a job to do. I’m the warden of Last Rites, not some unhinged inmate with a record. I’ve been trying to control myself but am failing miserably. It’s that goddamn testosterone again.Everything was going fine. This place was all men and running smoothly. I was in check. Restrained. Then she crashed in like a comet, disrupting everything.I’ve never

As the infirmary doors close behind me, I’m on the verge of a breakdown. My mind is a storm, still anchored back in the yard where I was surrounded by men.So many of them, staring at me like a slab of fresh meat.Three days in solitary, and I was praying to be let out. To see the sun, smell the fresh air. But I knew it would never happen. Not until Killian said so. Which is why I was so surprised when that random guard, the one with the mustache, showed up and told me it was time for exercise.It felt wrong to go with him. You have to wait for Killian. That’s what I told myself. But what was I supposed to do? Disobey a guard’s orders? So I let him take me outside, and within seconds, I was surrounded.Eyes…that’s what I remember most. Bloodthirsty eyes, plotting and planning as they scoured over me, not even seeing me as a person but as a simple object of desire.Even now, I can still feel their hot, sweaty bodies against me. Smell their sour musk as they closed in. Their hands, fing

Oh my, this is really happening!He presses forward, and I feel myself open for him. At first, there’s discomfort. Soft flesh dividing for his enormity. But for some reason, it reminds me of the way he held me down in the shower and forced me through the discomfort, driving me to a second climax that I never thought possible.The pain that follows isn’t pain…it’s a stimulant. He’s so hard for me. He wants me. And as he groans, my desperation takes over.“Is it good?” I ask him. “Sir…?”“You called me sir,” he growls, dropping his weight down upon me. “Just like I told you…”“Those are the rules, right?”He pumps, spreading me wider, moving deeper in. The sting flares, but what follows is mind-blowing.“Goddamn, that’s a virgin pussy,” he snarls, his hot body tensing against me.“It’s good?”I want to please him so badly. It’s the only thought in my mind.“You have no idea,” he whispers, starting to thrust faster. “You’re perfect, angel. You know that? Doesn’t it hurt? Your first time?

The guard’s hands are rough on my arms as he pulls me down the hallway. He’s squeezing so tightly it’s like he’s trying to rip the flesh from my body.I was still buzzing from my first time with Killian, so when the doctor came back to give me a real checkup, I was barely present. My mind was off in the clouds somewhere, dreaming, recounting his every touch.But then this man showed up, a man I’ve never seen before with a paper for the doctor. He grabbed me up off the cot, cuffed me, and dragged me away.“Where are you taking me?” I plead for the fifth time. And for the fifth time in a row, he doesn’t answer. He’s big and hulking and moves like a robot, pulling past rows of cells as men bang on the doors, whistling and cat calling.My stomach lurches. A wave of nausea replaces the thrilling high I was riding thanks to Killian.Where is he? I’ve never missed my cell phone so badly. If I could just call him right now and get an idea of what was going on, maybe my body would settle down.