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CASHMERE

" K airo, we can't do this," I whispered against his lips as I pulled away from him.

When I made up my mind that I would gladly give him my body, I didn't mean in the deposition room at the jail.

This was too risky, with too many factors.

There could be cameras in here; someone could walk in and catch us; the possibilities scared me.

"Yes, the fuck we can," he urged as his lips crashed back into mine, and he kissed me hungrily. I let out a low moan as I grabbed the back of his head and welcomed it with no more hesitation.

He grabbed a chair and placed it in the corner of the room that we were in, away from the window. My eyes shot to the small glass, and I saw the shoulder of someone standing there, it was a guard.

"Kairo, no-" I snatched my hand back from his as I looked at the figure outside the door.

He chuckled. "We good; that's my brother. He ain't gone let nobody walk in here. Come here." He grabbed my hand and led me to the corner as he sat and had me straddle him. Sensing my hesitation, he kissed me again, sliding up my dress and leaving my bare ass exposed for whomever to see.

Gripping it tightly, he landed a firm hit on it as he continued to kiss me.

His touch was strong yet gentle, igniting something in me that I don't believe I had ever felt.

Freeing his dick from between us, I looked down at it.

Thick, long, dark, veiny, and my mouth started to water at just the sight of it.

He sucked on my neck passionately as his hand found its way to my center.

"I do that to you, Cash?" He mumbled into the crook of my neck.

"Mmhmm," I moaned lowly. By this time, I was drenched and anticipating the pleasure I knew he was going to bring me.

"Sit on it, baby." He instructed as he lifted me from his lap and lined his dick at my entrance. It had been months since I had been intimate, and the feel of him parting me made my legs shake as I tried to steady myself.

"Fuck, this pussy is tight as hell." He moaned as I slid down slowly. Once I was seated entirely on his shaft, the growl that he let out almost made me release.

"Shit!" I cursed as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I found my rhythm on top of him.

"You feel so good on this dick Cash." He said as he grabbed me again and fucked me senseless from his seat.

Behind me, he tugged my hair. It was firm but not painful as his nails bore into my ass.

My mouth was hung open, and my eyes were unable to focus as I braced myself and let him take control.

From the bottom, it felt like he was able to hit just the right angle, which drove me insane.

"GAWD! You're going to make me fall in love." I said to him as he slowed his fast strokes to grinding his hips. I met his rhythm, and in a matter of seconds, I could feel my release coming.

"You promise?" He growled as he bit my neck.

I had never heard sexier words; I came harder than I had ever cum before.

Fighting the urge to cry out, I grabbed him.

"Fuckkkkkk," he said as I felt his dick pulsating inside of me, filling me with everything he had.

Once he had come down from his release, we both gasped for air as I struggled to maintain my footing and stand up straight.

I fixed my dress as shame instantly washed over me. I knew I couldn't afford to cross these lines in my position. But I had no regrets about the experience. His dick was the best thing that I had ever known, and I had only gotten a small sample of it.

Smoothing down the wrinkles from my dress, I walked back over to my briefcase. Kairo stood and adjusted himself in his blues. He grabbed me by my arm before I could exit and pulled me back to him.

"Answer the phone when I call you tonight, aight?" It was more of a demand than a request. But one that I was going to fulfill, nonetheless.

"Okay," I said before he leaned down and kissed my lips.

I opened the door to the room, and the guard turned to me and nodded.

I gave him a tight-lipped smile and continued walking outside to my truck.

I kept a straight face, but I could feel the evidence of my transgressions sliding down my leg the entire time.

That man had left me a sore, wet, mess. Yet, secretly, I was counting down the days until he could do it again.

My phone woke me from my peaceful slumber, and I knew Kairo was calling to wake me up.

I don't know how we fell into the routine of talking night and day, but it had been over a month since it began.

Looking at him and his rap sheet, he was everything I could've imagined him to be.

He was raw, unfiltered, crude, and possessive, but he didn't play about me, so it was a bit easier for me to overlook his unbecoming qualities.

The dick played a massive part in my decision to tolerate his crash-out tendencies too.

Reaching my hand out to my nightstand, I felt around for my phone.

Answering it, I realized that it was two o'clock in the morning and that I hadn't been asleep for long at all.

"You sleep, my baby?" He said as he always did. It was a simple phrase that turned me on every time he said it. I don't know if it was the age difference or the fact that he was fine as hell, but everything that he did always had a sexual undertone to it.

"I was," I answered groggily.

"Get up, Ma," His voice was low, and I immediately knew what he was calling me for by his tone.

I took a second to gather myself before I brought the phone to my face and looked at the camera. My hair was wild; my scarf had come off through the night, and it was scattered all over my head.

"You look so pretty." He said, making me blush.

"Thank you. What do you need, Kairo?"

"I need you. I watched these videos a million times. Now I need to see you live in action," he said lowly.

This last month, talking to Kairo has taken me back to my younger years.

He was bringing back a part of me that I had long since lost while I was married.

He was bringing excitement and spice back into my life.

On any given night, I was having phone sex and making videos for him to watch.

Those are the types of things my husband never liked.

Meanwhile, Ro had me in front of the phone camera as if content creation were my profession.

I looked at him blankly. A smile spread across his face, and his teeth were illuminated in the darkness of his cell.

The fact that this man woke me up and thought I was supposed to be aroused on command immediately was a reminder of our age difference.

Tee-Tee had to warm up like a car in the winter.

I fixed my hair as I looked into the camera, and my favorite part of Ro came into view.

If there was nothing else I had figured out that I liked, it was to see him stroking himself.

It was erotic, and every time he did it, I wanted to lick the screen.

It had been a month since I had felt him buried inside of me, but I didn't want to raise any suspicions.

As much as I would like to skip into the jail every day and let him have his way with me, I knew better.

These phone sessions would have to do until I could get the real thing again.

Watching as his hands glided up and down his dick, it didn't take very long at all for the throbbing in my middle to be awakened. Instinctively, my hands found my entrance as I rubbed my bud gently. I let out a low moan, and he realized that I was pleasing myself.

"Let me watch you baby." He moaned. I was happy to grant his wish.

Turning the camera, I let him watch as my fingers carefully strummed my clit.

My eyes closed as I cooed in unison with the sounds of my wetness and his grunting.

I had yet to speak; the feeling of my hands working magic erased any thoughts that I may have held.

"I want you to bend over and show me Cash." He demanded. I knew that he was almost over the edge.

Raising from my back, I put my phone against the headboard and turned toward the foot of the bed, giving him a complete view of my ass and pussy. Knees apart, I reached between my legs again and continued the X-rated show that I was starring in for him. My moans increased.

"You almost there?" He asked.

"Yes," I confirmed for him.

"Then put two fingers in that pussy and cum for me." He coached. I did as I was told. Slowly, I slipped one of my fingers into me and then another. Skillfully, I worked them in and out, as I sang in pleasure.

"You there?" He asked.

"Damn, Ro. Yes!" I cried as I continued to bring myself to a release.

"Shit, Cash!" He grunted as he released as well.

I flopped on my belly, winded and still sleepy from being woken up.

I knew that after this session, I was guaranteed a good night's sleep.

Getting up from the bed, I grabbed the phone and walked into the bathroom to take another shower.

My inner thighs were wet and sticky as I walked.

"You didn't have to get up; I was enjoying the view I had," he said, chuckling. I shook my head at him as I put my phone in the clear holder on the wall and showered really quickly.

"Ro, if you keep me up all night, how will I have the energy to fight the case?" I scoffed.

"Yeah, you're right. You'll need all the energy you can stand when I come home.

" He said as he smirked at me. I smiled and continued to shower before grabbing my towel and returning to bed.

Ro was dangerous, and the worst part about it was that I had one week until his trial.

It would only be a matter of time before he was home in the flesh.