Free Tortured Spirits by Gregory Lamberson Page A

back and welcomed him.
    He looked into her eyes, and she continued to smile, though his thrusts caused her to open her mouth wider and emit soft whimpers.
    â€œI’ve wanted you inside me for so long,” Maria said. “You better not turn out to be a prick.”
    Laughing, he thrust harder.
    â€œI swear to God I’ll kick your ass if you turn out to be a shit.”
    Jake covered her mouth and she bit his flesh. When he jerked his hand back, it was her turn to laugh.
    Her breath came out in rasps faster and louder, and he felt himself building to a climax.
    â€œI don’t have anything,” he said. No need to tell her he had used his only condoms on Jasmine.
    Craning her neck, she glanced at her purse, which she had left on the bedside stand. With sweat forming on her features, she reached for it and retrieved three condoms adjoined to each other. The purse fell on the floor.
    Jake grabbed the condoms from her, tore one foil pack open, and prepared to withdraw himself.
    â€œDon’t stop,” she said, almost squealing. “Please don’t stop!”
    Biting his lower lip, he pounded into her. Tears formed in her eyes, which widened with ecstasy. Jake clawed at the sheets, fighting the urge to come, and Maria rocked her hips against him and cried out. Feeling her hot fluid cascading over him, Jake grimaced with effort, pulled out, and fumbled with the condom. Maria continued to come, which only excited him more.
    Pushing himself inside her again, he leaned close to herface and grabbed her hair. She threw her head from side to side, small gasps escaping her lips as he rode her. When he could hold back no longer he groaned, and she pressed herself against him harder in a grinding motion. They came at the same time, and he collapsed panting beside her.
    Maria drew one hand across Jake’s sweaty chest. “That was great. It was also just a warm-up. If we die in an attempted prison break, I want to go to my grave knowing we gave it our all. Unrequited lust is for the birds.”
    They took turns washing up in the bathroom, and Jake heard Maria speaking softly to Edgar. He lowered the lights, and she turned on the radio, found a Latin beat, and raised the volume. She climbed on top of him and they kissed, and then she worked her way down the length of his body, taking him inside her mouth.
    Staring at the ceiling for the first time, Jake stifled a laugh: the room had come equipped with a ceiling mirror. Maria licked him to full mast, and he found himself thinking of Laurel but not out of lust. He remembered how she had used her psychic ability to meet his every physical need, a power so fulfilling he doubted its existence. The next morning, Laurel told him he had feelings for another woman: Maria.
    Now Maria stroked him with one hand and worked him over with her tongue, not fulfilling his desires but challenging them. She crawled back up and straddled him, pulling his erect penis inside her. As she ground against him, Jake slid his hands over her stomach and cupped her breasts, and Maria seized his wrists.
    She looked over her shoulder from time to time to where Jake knew she saw her reflection in the dresser mirror, and when she returned her attention to him he noticed a thrill in her eyes. Arching her back, she gazed at their reflections in the ceiling mirror and let loose the laughter Jake had suppressed.
    Then she pinned his wrists to the bed and leaned forward, her hair whispering over his face. “You’re under arrest.”
    Jake didn’t know if she was giving into a sexual fantasy or if she just fantasized about arresting him, but he managed to thrust deeper into her. Maria grunted in time with the music on the radio with a slight snarl on her lips. He tried to free his arms, but she forced them back down. Her hips slammed against him, and he feared she would do him damage. He saw an amused look in her eyes, as if belittling him.
    Almost two years earlier, Kira Thorn had