Page 19 of Jail Break

My back bowed as he pulled again, and I had to slam my face back into the pillow to drown out the sound. As soon as I was buried, I tried to ease the pressure by sticking my ass evenhigher. But it was so tight, not just around my ass, but in my thighs and my abs, my neck and jaw hard, my fingers curling into my palm.

I was losing my fucking mind as my ass gave in.

It was in my nature to fight hard to reach a goal. I'd already learned that if I submitted, the pleasure would be mind-blowing. But it was hard to give in when he was treating my ass like an elastic band.

Thrust, tug, thrust, tug, spreading me wider and wider until tears soaked the pillow.

Even though he was opening me so much, I felt empty without his cock.

After what felt like hours of torture, I finally admitted what I wanted.

I lifted my neck to gasp, “Fill me. Aiden, please. I want to be filled.”

He chuckled as he gave me another harsh tug. “I want to split your ass open so badly,” he hummed. But instead of pushing inside me, he removed his fingers. “Fuck, I can't decide which is I like more—your cries or your ass.”

“I just want your cock,” I groaned. He must have been preparing me for that, so why couldn't he give it to me? “Will you fuck me?”

“Oh no, you don't deserve this cock yet. You need to do something for me first.”

“What? What else can I do?” I was literally lying on my chest and presenting my ass to him like a buffet. I didn't think there was anything else Icoulddo.

He suddenly grabbed one ass cheek in his huge hand, and I didn't even have a second to shout as he buried four pointed fingers inside me.

There was absolutely no resistance as he reached the widest part of his hand and a guttural groan fell from me.

Even though he'd only pulled his cock out five minutes ago, it felt as if I'd been empty for days.

I choked on my breath as he quickly twisted his wrist, as if he was trying to tunnel into my ass. The bump of his fingers had my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I ground against him.

“Oh, you like that, pretty boy? Do you like feeling me screwing you?”

“Yes,” I rasped as he twisted his wrist again. “Just keep going, Aiden.”

His hand stayed on my lower back, steadying as he kept going. With each push, he stretched me even more.

He'd been testing my limits all night, showing me how far I could go, but the way I was opening up now was different than with his cock, or his tugging on my ass.

But his fingers kept pushing harder, grinding and forcing my ass. It was even harder than when he was basically tearing it open.

“Aiden, what’s happening?” I asked, my voice cracking in fear and desire.

I wasn't running away. I wanted to find out what it was like, but I didn't want it to hurt.

“You stay there, pretty boy. I need to see if your ass really wants to be filled.”

The tension picked up again. I’d barely come down from the last orgasm, and suddenly I was crying out again. Harder and harder he went, stretching me so far there was a pop which echoed inside me.

I gave a loud yell as he slipped past my ass and fed his whole hand inside me.

I couldn’t process it. I was staring at the weathered arm of the couch, my pupils blown, wondering if I was in some kind of dream where an ex-convict had shoved his hand up my ass.

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“What's happening?” I gasped. I felt so full I didn't even know how I could talk.

I tried shifting my ass, spreading my knees, adjusting to the full force of his meaty hand inside me, but I couldn’t do anything to escape. I wanted to be filled, and this was more than I could have imagined.

Deeper and deeper he pushed, his fingers speared, reaching farther than his cock ever had. My mouth was frozen in a permanent O, shock pounding through me as he crept inside.

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