Page 23 of Jail Break

“You’re going to see why my cock is the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you,”

“I already—” I cut myself off as I adjusted my hips, clenching hard around his cock as his piercing pressed against the entrance to my ass. “I already know.”

“Know what?” The grin in his voice widened behind me.

He sent me the other way, pushing at my ass, lifting me slowly off of his cock. I was so fucked up that there was no way I could get the upper hand. “Already know what, Connor?” he repeated.

I rolled my eyes as his tip nearly slipped out and he threatened to take it away from me completely.

“That your cock is the best,” I gasped, worried I'd lose his cock if I didn't act fast enough.

“Dammit,” he hissed. “You keep saying things which just make me want to fuck you even harder. Now, spread those legs for me. I’ve got something else to show you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. How could he show me anything else when it felt like he'd already taken me to the extreme?

Aiden grabbed my hips, yanking me backwards. He chuckled as his forehead bumped my spine. “There’s so many ways I can fuck you hard enough that you can’t even walk, but this way will feel even better.”

“Why?” I asked as he pulled me so my back was flush against his chest.

“Because your ass is all ready and open. So, all I need to do is this.”

I didn't even know what was happening until suddenly I was falling straight backwards.

And the world exploded again.

Another scream tore from me as his cock sailed straight into my ass. I thudded hard against his thighs, the impact shaking my body as his moan burst in my ear.

I couldn't think, I couldn'tbreathe. My own weight had driven me so hard onto him I was sure he had pushed up to my lungs again.

He held my shoulder like he had before, making sure I stayed on his lap.

All I could feel was his cock and the insane pleasure beating through me. It was as if I wasn't even a person. I was just a fucking space for his cock to work its magic.

“Aiden,” I called as he used the hand on my waist to make me grind against him. “Aiden, I think I'm gonna die…”

“Then isn’t that great? You get to die being fucked by me.”

Everything was so sensitive and raw, and it felt as if I was home as we both shifted our hips and adjusted ourselves.

I had to find something to hold onto. In this position, the only thing keeping me upright was his hand on my shoulder and his cock deep inside me.

I threw my arms out, trying to grip onto something. We were in the middle of the couch, and his thighs were trapped under mine. I could grab the hand on my hip, but it wasn't enough. I needed more…

My back arched as my elbows bent outwards. My left hand sailed over my other shoulder, desperately clinging to him. Instead of his neck, my palm covered his ear as I clutched his bald head.

He laughed as I craned my neck back, looking at him with parted lips. Pleasure froze me as he ground his hips in a circle, driving me wild.

“Aiden…” I gasped, meeting the glint in his eye that instantly pissed me off. And that’s when he jolted his hips upwards and made me cry out again.

“That's it, pretty boy,” he hummed. “Make sure you've got my dick nice and deep.”

He leaned forward, and a moan fell from him as he took my lips. His mouth was covered in cum and oil, and he spread it all around me. I kept pushing on his head, making sure he kissed me.

Aiden's hand left my shoulder, feeding down my arm as he kissed me, along my waist and hips, grasping my thighs again. Even the smallest movement had more pleasure swirling through me. A deep breath, the twitch of his dick, the slight bend at his waist as he reached for me.

And suddenly he wrenched my thighs apart.

One moment I was sitting on his cock, the next, he was pulling my knees open. My hips bent, exposing my ass and his cock to the room.

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