The Prison Project (by Bethany Donaghy) novel Chapter 213

Coban’s POV

***sexual content ahead***

I’d never seen her like this.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing to me and loved every second of it.

Her body arched into mine, her breath catching as my hand moved beneath her shirt, and I felt it-

That shift.

“Bella…” I warned lowly, my voice rough, barely holding onto control now.

But she didn’t pull back.

Didn’t hesitate.

Her fingers were tightening at my shoulders, grounding herself against me like I was the only thing keeping her steady as my hand left her chest and dropped lower, tracing down her stomach before stopping just above her waist band…

“I want you…” she breathed.

Simple instruction.

My forehead dropped to hers for a second, my breath heavy – failing to steady myself as I looked down at her…

This wasn’t just a desire anymore.

This was the real deal.

This was her giving herself to me… for good.

And I wasn’t about to fuck that up.

My hand slowed.

My movements more deliberate now.

Careful.

“You can just tell me if anything hurts… okay?” I told her, as she nodded instantly. “I’ll stop…” I confirm.

“I will…” She whispered, and that was all I needed.

She was just as ready for this as I was.

My lips found hers again, as I allowed for my hand to push down in to her underwear…

I’d start this off slow…

I began to circle her clit, feeling her breathing increase, before moments later her first real moan escaped her – a sound I’d longed to hear since I first laid my eyes on

her…

Beautiful…

She broke free from the kiss, unable to focus, as I took that as my sign to move things further – pushing my first finger in to her now.

“Fucking hell you’re so tight…” I grit out, taking my time to push it deeper as she gasped slightly at the foreign feeling.

“You good?!” I paused briefly, but she almost screamed at that.

“Don’t stop!” She whined, “I-I’m okay!” She demanded, and I almost laughed at that.

I didn’t need to be told twice either, as I continued to pump one finger in and out of her slowly, before picking up the pace whe beneath me.

I added a second finger, feeling she was wet enough, and after a slight stretch, I had her falling apart at my hand…

The sounds drove me crazy, and I could feel her edging towards the end… but in that moment, I became selfish.

I didn’t want her to cum.

Not her first time.

Came a moaning mess

Not yet.

I quickly removed my hand from her, breaking all contact, as a harsh gasp left her and she sat upright, blinking in to the darkness in shock at what I’d just done.

“Why… why did you stop?!” She babbled, her disappointment crushing me.

“I’m not done with you baby, don’t worry…” I assure, smirking at her flushed face.

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