Page 10 of Jail Break

“Get on my lap and lick your cum off my face,” he ordered, right as he split the tips of his fingers for the millionth time.

I cried out, jerking against him as he met me with a serious stare. “I want you to taste what it’s like when you shoot all over me.”

My mind was too blasted to do anything but follow his orders. He pulled out his fingers, the hand on my hip nudging me forward.

I wrapped my arms around his neck for support as I climbed on top of him. My knees rested on the edge of the couch as my ass lowered.

It felt weird without his fingers in me. But when I adjusted my hips and caged his thighs, my nerves burst as the piercing on his cock scraped over my asshole before tapping my tailbone.

How did that make me more excited than motorboating a freshman?

He hummed as he used the hand on my hip to keep me still, lifting his hips to grind his shaft against my balls. “You like the feel of that? I could do it now,. Just ram my dick straight into you.” He tilted his head back so I could see all of his face. “But I want you screaming in pleasure, not pain.”

My breath shuddered as I leaned closer to him. I was really going to do it. I was actually going to lick my cum off his face.

And it made it even better when his slippery hand found my ass again. I choked as he instantly pushed into me, bucking me forward so my chest was against his chin.

“Closer than that, Connor. Your tongue needs to get right in there.”

I opened my mouth, extending out my tongue, finding the line of cum which ran from his lip up to his eyebrow piercing.

I was hesitant at first, but as soon as I licked him, he groaned, sparking up my confidence. The taste of myself blended with the weird layer of whatever had built up on his skin after years of being in prison stang. His beard caught on all the creases of my tongue, but I liked the sharpness of it.

Aiden's lips parted as he sighed, turning his cheek so I could reach him more easily.

As soon as my tongue scraped the tattoo of an Ace of Spades by his ear, he shoved three fingers upwards.

A low shout ripped from me. “Aiden, oh my God. Wait, can't you just—”

“Pay attention. Come on, you're going to be taking much more than this once you finish your job.”

He drew his fingers back, and I moaned at the stretch, forcing my tongue to stay on him as he surged into me again.

I tightened my arms around his neck, spreading my knees so it was easier for him to thrust into my ass.

His cock pressed against my ass cheek, his wrist grinding my balls as he picked up a rhythm.

I gasped as I furiously licked at him, bobbing my hips, hungry for more as his beard scratched my tongue.

“That's it, pretty boy. Just keep licking me like that.”

His voice had become gravelly, as if I was affecting him as much as he was fucking me up.

I lapped at him, scouring his skin, trying to collect as much of my cum off of his face as possible just so he would fuck me harder.

“Aiden,” I whispered before I took one long lick from the corner of his lip to his eyebrow.

He turned his head back, looking at me again.

“Fuck, you look so good. I think you deserve something more.”

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“How is that going to fit inside me?” I said, staring at his cock hard between our stomachs. My cock pressed against his, and I wasn't gonna tell him I was kind of jealous. I thought my dick was big, but next to his pulsing width and the piercing glistening at the top, it was pretty stiff competition.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make it fit. You’ve just got to hold on.”

My eyes widened as he tipped the bottle of oil. It glugged, pouring so much oil on his cock it ran off his thighs. I was pretty sure the couch was fucked.

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