Chapter 578

Chapter 578:

“Makenna, are you ready?” Clayton kissed my lips, his voice husky and captivating as he whispered in my ear.

Swept up in the intensity of the moment, I nodded eagerly, unable to resist. Immediately, he shoved his thick penis deep into me, plunging into the warm folds of my walls. He began a steady rhythm, thrusting inside me. I kept biting my lip, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Don’t hold back. I love hearing you moan,” Clayton murmured, his voice gentle yet seductive.

With that, he lifted my slender legs onto his shoulders. His warm hands gripped my buttocks as his hard penis continued its relentless thrusts. The sensation of fullness, combined with the tingling deep inside me, spread waves of pleasure throughout my body. My walls clenched tightly around him, making my whole body tremble.

As his movements grew fiercer, I was swept away by wave after wave of ecstasy, and broken moans slipped from my lips.

“Ah… slower… please…” I gasped.

Clayton’s eyes, dark with desire, were locked on me. His expression was a mix of lust and satisfaction. His thrusts grew deeper and faster, reaching so far that he brushed against the entrance of my womb.

My legs dangled limply over his shoulders, moving in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. My fluids soaked his dark pubic hair, creating white foam between our joined bodies.

In the quiet prison, our wild passion showed no signs of stopping.

Makenna’s POV:

The night had blurred into something primal, the intensity of it leaving me drained, yet Clayton remained insatiable. It wasn’t until the first light of dawn that he finally loosened his hold on me, still unsatisfied.

I collapsed on the bed, exhaustion wrapping around me like a heavy blanket, my thoughts tangled in confusion.

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“Are you tired?” Clayton’s voice was soft, his arms pulling me in as he kissed my forehead.

I looked up at him, his sharp features softened by the quietness of the moment. His hair was disheveled, but somehow even more appealing.

“I swear I’ll find a way to free you,” I promised, the words slipping from my lips before I could stop them. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t be here.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, his tone soothing yet laced with something unspoken. “I won’t be harmed.”

“How can you be sure about that?” I couldn’t understand why Clayton was so calm, but I silently resolved to clear his name.

He didn’t answer, just wrapped his arms around me tighter, as if pulling me into his very soul. The warmth of his embrace was a comfort I hadn’t known I needed, and a yawn escaped me as sleep began to creep in.

“Feeling sleepy? Take a moment to rest. I’m here by your side,” Clayton said, his warm voice wrapping around me.

I nestled into Clayton’s arms, finding a comfortable position, and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I knew, bright sunlight was spilling through the cracks. With a heavy heart, I said goodbye to Clayton and left the prison.

The guard at the gate gave me a knowing look that made me uneasy. I had to leave. I couldn’t stay.

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