Chapter 8 8. Cooper - My sweet kitten 1

The gorgeous kitten takes me into her mouth, her lips wrapping so perfectly around my dick that my entire body shivers with how good it feels. She looks up at me with eyes full of hatred, which turns me on even more. I love it when a woman doesn’t want to fuck me but does it anyway because she has no other choice. And I left my kitten with no other option than to suck me.

After I was locked up in here for refusing to obey Azael’s sick orders and going behind Carlos’s back, I tried my best to stay away from the women thrown in here with us, women whose only purpose is to keep everyone high on sex and our angels complacent, so no one thinks about escaping. So far, it has worked very well, since most inmates are thinking only about finding a woman who is the perfect fit for their angels, which is proving to be a very difficult task.

Not long after I was locked up for going rogue and fraternizing with the enemy, according to Carlos—everyone in this prison is accused of the same thing—I met Jair and Matheus. All three of us have the same plan—to escape. It’s not an easy task, given that almost all of the correctional officers work for Carlos and Jason. Jair, Matheus, and I have spent many hours talking, considering every possible scenario and every little thing that might go wrong. It was during one of those talks that it occurred to me that one of us should befriend the officers and eventually become one of them. Since I was new and people barely knew me, we decided I was the safest option. It took a while, but I managed to trick everyone, including Jason, into thinking that I regretted my past actions and wanted a second chance to prove I was ready to do whatever Carlos and Azael asked of me.

Becoming an officer hasn’t been easy. I had to do a lot of shit that earned me the hatred of many of the other Rogue Dukes in here, but it was necessary. Not only so that Jair, Matheus, and I could one day get out of here, but also to bring this place down.

My little kitten keeps sucking me. She’s not very good at it, but it doesn’t stop me from enjoying her sweet mouth.

“Don’t forget to touch yourself,” I remind her. “I want you to come while I fuck your throat.”

Her eyes don’t let me forget how much she hates having to give me a blowjob. If she only knew how much it turns me on, she might soften her expression. I resist the urge to grab her hair and shove my dick down her throat. It’s been a while since I had a woman on her knees in front of me—the last one was my ex-girlfriend, who broke up with me the day after I was locked up in here—and I just want to enjoy every second of my kitten’s lips around me.

Instead of doing what I asked, my kitten decides to be naughty—I so love naughty kittens. She shows me her middle finger once more before she bites my dick. A loud groan leaves my lips as a wave of pleasure washes over me, and my control finally snaps. I grab her hair with one hand while the other wraps around her neck, and I shove my dick down her throat.

She gags hard and tries to push me away, but there’s no stopping now. I fuck her mouth, saliva dribbling down her chin. Tears fill her eyes. Such a beautiful sight.

“You are such a good kitten for me,” I groan while I use her for my own pleasure. It’s her fault for not listening to me when I told her to rub her pussy.

Shivers run along my spine, intense pleasure building and building inside me until it explodes like a volcano.

The hand I have around her throat slides to her tit, and I grab it, squeezing it hard.

My angel comes closer to the surface, curious about her. He likes her, I can tell. He even purrs at the sight of her amazing tits.

She tries to hit me, which only adds to how good I feel.

I can only imagine the fight she’ll put up when I fuck her ass for the first time. I won’t be gentle at all. No, because she needs to learn that her only purpose is to be bred by me, her glorious ass leaking with my cum.

She keeps gagging, choking on my dick; the sounds coming from her make me use her even more savagely.

“Take it, kitten,” I growl as she keeps trying to push me away. “Be a good kitten, and take it.” God, it feels so good. I want her to suck my dick every goddamn day.

I like the idea, but the thought of other men touching her makes me see red. However, I can’t keep her. All the inmates deserve a chance to see if she’s a fit for their angels.

But, my God, how I want to claim her as mine, even if my angel hasn’t.

‘Ours,’ my angel hums, letting me know that he wants her too. That she’s a fit isn’t really a huge surprise, given how damn perfect she is.

Claiming her for myself will be practically impossible without letting the other inmates fuck her as well, but the idea of any of them touching her enrages me. The only exceptions are Jair and Matheus. Them, I can see with my kitten. The friendship between us is similar to that of the Lords who call themselves blood-brothers.

The other inmates will try to steal her from me, fuck her, and discard her when they realize she isn’t a fit for their angels, as my angel has already claimed her. Some of the other women—especially Natasha—will hate her for being under my protection. The only way for this to work is if Jair and Matheus agree to make her our woman, even if she might not be a fit for their angels. At least until we escape the prison.

There’s one way to claim her without letting anyone else fuck her, but it is risky. But she’s worth every risk.

I pull out of her mouth and tuck myself into my pants. I yank her to her feet and take her to my room, where I have laid out a towel and a shirt on the bed for her.

After I help her dry off, I put the shirt on her as best I can, then guide her to lie down on the bed.

“Uncuff me,” she demands. Her voice sounds hoarse. I fucked her throat so well.

I love how direct she is.

“And risk you going for my neck? I’ll pass. This time,” I tell her.