Page 15 of Jail Break

The more he used me, the sexier I felt.

I groaned as he pressed his other hand into the couch next to my head, molding his body on mine. His cock fit perfectly into the seam of my ass, and he ground against my aching hole.

It was so much easier for him to fuck me from this angle.

My skin felt as if it was going to burst from the force of being crushed under him, but I loved it as well. Instead of feeling like I was the top guy on the team, I felt small under his weight, like I was nothing compared to him. He could take me down if he wanted to and, even if I did fight him, there was no saving me.

Aiden pulled his hips back, his free hand clutching my waist as anticipation jumped inside me, especially when the hot tip of his cock lined up against my twitching ass.

The oil made it slick enough for both of us. The moment he thrust his hips, my lips parted in a silent scream as he drove himself so deeply inside me the whole couch shook.

It felt like I was being pierced with a spear. There was only his cock. And nothing else existed except for the need tearing through my body.

My vision went white as a solid thump ruined me. And he instantly drew back and slammed into me again. Another thrust, and another, and suddenly he was pounding me so hard I swear he was rearranging my insides.

By the time he found his rhythm, all I could do was lie there as he rained pleasure down on me.

I kept my cheek pressed into the pillow as he pinned my neck. It was so intense I couldn’t breathe, or maybe it was harder to draw breaths when it felt like he was sinking his cock into my lungs.

“Aiden,” I gasped as he thrust again. “I feel so full.”

“Yeah, you fucking do. This is the best cock you’ll ever have.”

Tears beaded at the corners of my eyes from the way he was handling me. I could thoroughly fuck a girl so she’d say it was the best sex she’d ever had, but I’d never felt any of those girls weremybest fuck.

Because I didn't realize what a best fuck could really feel like.

How was I ever going to have sex with anyone else when he was destroying my ass? I didn’t care about the big game anymore—I just wanted to be fucked until I couldn’t even move.

Aiden's other hand pinned my wrist to the cushion as he pistoned in and out of me, using my ass however he wanted.

He knocked against my spine every time he rammed into me. The width of his cock was so much that my mouth was dragging along the pillow as my eyes rolled back into my head.

“This is what I mean about being my cocksleeve. Your ass was just meant to take a big dick like mine,” he groaned as he kept going, the entire couch shaking as my echoing cries and his grunts rung in my ears.

Something dripped onto my back and, looking at how pink his arm was with tension, I guessed it was sweat. There were beads trailing down his tattooed wrist next to my face. I wanted to lick them off of him like I had with my cum, but I was completely stuck in place.

I was Aiden's, and I could just let go and let him fuck me, my jaw rattling at how hard he fucked me.

I thrust my ass backwards as he surged forwards so he slammed into me even harder.

“Aiden, oh fuck!” I yelled out as he thudded so hard I was sure my freaking back cracked. “It's so fucking good,” I chanted, crying ‘Aiden’ with every move.

“That’s right, pretty boy, keep calling my name. I want your neighbors to know exactly who’s fucking you.”

I was supposed to care about them finding out. I was actually going to have to see them and talk to them again in the future. But it was probably too late now, anyway.

Because every time his cock reached deep inside me, all I wanted was more. I didn't care if I couldn't walk for days.

My body was dissolving, and I’d never felt so good. “Aiden, I want—”

“What do you want, pretty boy?” he said, pausing with his cock at the edge of my ass. “What does my greedy little cocksleeve want?”

Both of us were panting, the heat of our sweat and the slippery oil dripping down my thighs.

I opened up my eyes, looking up at him, still not quite believing this was happening. His whole body was strained, his face fearsome with his jaw tight and his glare, but I loved it. I wanted him to treat me more roughly.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder.” I tried to move my hips, to get myself back onto him, but his fingers sank even harder into my waist.

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