Page 22 of Jail Break

It had been easier to let go into pleasure when I didn't have to see his triumphant expression.

“I'm fine,” I replied through gritted teeth.

Though, as soon as I shifted my legs from under me to stand, my ass clenched and I groaned. As my feet hit the carpet, I stumbled, grabbing onto his shoulders. His fingers dug tight into my waist as he kept me upright.

I blushed, going to bat his hand away, but he just grinned. “It looks like you need somewhere to sit, and I know a great place.” His eyes dropped to his hard cock, making it obvious where I needed to go.

From the way my mouth watered at the thought of having him inside me again, I was clearly fucked up. There was no other way to describe it.

He said earlier that I'd never want to fuck another cheerleader again. There was nothing stopping me fucking someone else after this. How was I ever going to come again without something in my ass?

Even though Aiden was a criminal, his cock was fucking amazing.

“Now, you’re going to flip around and sink your loose ass back down onto my cock. This is going to be better for you. It’s only seven inches. A nice break from my fist.”

I turned around, meeting the faces of the gay porn actors. They were both coming, their faces seriously messed up, and I totally got it. Because there was no looking normal after what Aiden did to me.

Judging by the noises behind me, I guessed that he was smearing more oil on his cock. We must have used up the entire bottle by now.

There was no saving the couch, but I didn't want to think so far ahead in the future anymore. No big game, no making excuses, just fulfilling my raging need to be fucked.

“I want you to spread your ass cheeks for me. Let me see my cock disappearing inside you.”

I groaned, my aching cock twitching. I wanted to see it too. I wanted to watch his cock sliding into me.

It was strange how each thing I did was even more embarrassing than the last. I thought getting fisted would be the most humiliating thing I'd ever done, but it turns out it wasn't as bad as what came next.

I squeezed my eyes together, the blush of my cheeks growing redder as I leaned forward.

My arms shook even harder as I gripped my ass cheeks, pulling myself apart for him.

“Fuck me, look at that hole. You took my fist so well your asshole’s going to be this shape forever.”

I flinched as both slicked-up hands grabbed my hips. “Bend those knees now. I'll make sure you sit on me nice and good.”

My ass kept twitching as he tugged me, taking my weight as he eased me backwards.

We both sucked in breaths as his cock knocked against my ass. Followed by two groans as his pierced tip easily slipped inside me.

I thought I'd adjusted to the pleasure, but even that tiny movement had my eyes rolling.

He lowered me like I was sitting on a chair, my shoulders pressing against his chin.

The swell of his cock was even more intense in that position. With my weight pulling me down, he slid in naturally, and my asshole was all ready for him.

A hand left my hip, pushing against my stomach, making sure I fell straight onto his cock. “You’re going to wriggle your ass for me. Make sure you’re comfortable before I ram into you.”

“Ram?” I asked. I was sure I’d reached the halfway point of his cock, but there seemed to be more and more.

I was so hungry that I wanted to drop straight down, but he wouldn't let me.

“Yeah, ram. Did you think I was going to be soft and gentle since I had my fist in you?”

He sank his hand deeper into my hip, leaning up so his teeth skimmed my shoulder blade. “I told you, I’m going to ruin you. That doesn’t just take an hour.” He hummed as he dug his fingers in harder. “I’ve got the whole night to train your sweet ass. How does that sound?”

I groaned as he entered another inch.

I thought I was tired now, but how would I be if he fucked me for the rest of the night? I'd probably pass out.

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