Kingston Correctional 1-4

By Ashley Paige

There is so much sex happening at Kingston Correctional that it’s unbelievable. Between the staff seducing the inmates and vice versa, there is also an issue with keeping the bad boys on B Block where they are supposed to be. If you’re looking for super-hot, dirty, smut with a story, then you’re in the right place!

In the first 4 Kingston books, you will meet four couples who will take you on a deliciously sexy ride with exhibitionism, restraints, and my favorite... Bareback creampies for all!

Book 1 His Kitty- New Correctional officer Autumn Mitchell parts her legs for Cruz upon first sight.

Book 2 Prison Nurse- Savannah Mitchell (Autumn’s twin) decides her fling with Viking inmate Oz doesn’t make her committed to him. What will Oz think when he catches her with the charmer Dawson?

Book 3 The Inmate’s Baby- Lily Mendoza, the warden’s daughter, gets in a bit of a bind when she falls pregnant by roaming inmate Colt. Find out just what happened all those months ago and how Colt reacts to the surprise of her swollen belly!

Book 4 Little Brat- Darcy comes to visit her brother Colt, who is preoccupied with the warden’s daughter. Her longtime crush Levi shows up in his place, jabbing at Darcy’s stinging heart. (He’ll be jabbing more than that after peeping a look at that thong she’s wearing!)

Don’t miss out on these books!
They are filthy! And they are HOT!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashley Paige
• Release date: Nov 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005969127

Ashley Paige

Ashley Paige is a fan of all things love.... And sex.By day, she may be a wife and mom, raising 3 kids (and a husband) along with a menagerie of animals, but by night... Nighttime is when the creative juices flow and she cranks out the smutty sex she loves so much.

Book preview

Book 1

His Kitty

Autumn & Cruz

Chapter 1

Autumn

My first day as a prison guard and I’ve been groped twice. And not by the inmates.

When my twin sister, Savannah, offered to help me get a job at the private prison where she works as a nurse, she warned me the place was a joke. Now I see what she meant, because so far, the inmates on cell block C have been better behaved than the two dipshits who are supposed to be training me.

Officers Peters and Jefferson are two potbellied men in their fifties who could pass for relatives, with one being close to my height of five three and the other closer to five eleven. I have caught them both staring at my tits several times today, and by the time I took lunch, they each felt familiar enough to escalate the leering to physically touching me.

As I stood at the counter in the breakroom waiting on the microwave, Peters reached around me to grab the salt and ground his very hard dick into my hipbone. If that weren’t enough, Jefferson thought he could slide past us to get to the fridge and managed to palm my ass in the process.

It’s been more irritating than anything. Middle aged men with beer bellies who have a sheen of sweat on their faces all day long.

Eww, skeevy fuckers.

One extremely uncomfortable lunch later, we exit the breakroom all together.

Jefferson takes off to go back to C Block, and Peters puts his hand on my lower back, leading me in the other direction.

We’re going to relieve Tim on B Block for lunch, sugar. The census is down over there, so he’s the only one on the floor.

It seems to me, like the census is down all over this place, but I don’t say anything.

He begins to caress the small of my back, like one would do with a lover and I grind my teeth. When his fingers inch down, passing my belt and heading for my ass, I quickly shift out of his grasp, giving him a side-eye as I do so.

Ah, sugar. Don’t be like that, he says as we’re buzzed in the door to B Block. I’ve got a daughter about your age. I didn’t mean nothin’ by it. We’re just real affectionate in our family.

First of all, his poor daughter.

Second, he must think I have forgotten about the chubby dick he poked me in the hip with. That’s not very fatherly.

I bite my tongue. It’s only my first day. I am known to fuck things up, but it is too soon for even me to mess this up.

I make a noncommittal noise and continue down the hall, just out of his reach. The hallway opens up into a rec room, and I hold back waiting for him to enter first. The room is empty except for four men sitting at a table by the television playing cards.

These are the only four inmates on B Block right now. They’re members of a motorcycle gang up north.

We’re a club, Peters, not a gang. Get your shit straight.

My head whips toward the table, and I am able to get a good look at the four bikers.

The owner of said voice is a blonde, Viking looking man with a chiseled jaw and ice blue eyes.

Oz. Peters nods his head in acknowledgement. This is Officer Mitchell. He nods to me. Autumn, this is Oz, Levi, Colt, and Cruz.

My eyes skim over the middle two, Levi and Colt, but my gaze is held by the fourth man, Cruz.

I am so gob smacked at the mountain of sex in front of me that I’m not the least bit bothered by Peters use of my first name.

Sitting down, I cannot tell how tall Cruz is, but if I had to guess, I’d say well over six feet. His hair is jet black, down to his shoulders and his five o’clock shadow is past due for a shave. He’s covered from neck to wrists in ink, and his black-brown eyes bore into mine.

Mmm. Kitty kitty, his voice is raspy, and the other men chuckle darkly. He licks and bites his lower lip as his eyes trace down my body.

My cheeks flush and my nipples pebble inside my bra.

The Viking stands, as do the other two men, leaving Cruz at the table.

Peters, let’s take a walk. He claps Peters on the shoulder and the guard nods, at ease with his familiarity. He looks all too happy to leave with the bikers.

Wait here with Cruz, sugar. We’ll be back shortly, Oz says.

I stand awkwardly, my mouth dropping open at his gentle but firm command. They take off and all I can do is watch as Cruz unfolds his large body from the table. I was right. He’s every bit of six foot seven, making me look like a child as I stare up at him, and my training officer just left me alone with him for God knows how long.

Chapter 2

Cruz

The pretty little kitty standing in front of me doesn’t even recognize me. It stings a little, but we were both shitfaced the night we met, so I’d honestly be surprised if she did remember me.

I on the other hand, didn’t forget a thing.

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Six Months Ago

Another Friday night party at the Serpents’ club house and for the first time in my years as a member, the pussy parading around the room doesn’t interest me.

I am well into my bottle of Jack as I play a game of pool against Colt. The sonofabitch has beat me twice and it looks like he’s going for a third time. He shoots the last solid and goes after the eight ball, sinking it with no problem.

I’m out, fucker. You’ve taken enough of my money tonight.

Colt laughs. You sure I can’t whip your ass one more time?

Fuck off, Mr. Ed, I say, lifting the bottle to my lips.

If he could breathe fire right now, Colt would toast my ass like a marshmallow. Levi pulls him back as he tries to launch himself at me, making me laugh.

Dick, Levi says.

Colt hates when we make fun of his name. Last week Dozer called him Seabiscuit, and Colt gave him a black eye.

Funny shit.

I watch as Levi calms his best friend. The Jack goes down smooth, until I get an eyeful of tits trying to burst from