Page 24 of Jail Break

He broke the kiss, leaving me empty. Our gazes went straight to my hard cock, shining from all the times he'd stroked and sucked me.

“You ready?” he asked, the amusement that had been in his voice since the day he arrived echoing through me.

All I could do was groan as my head notched back against his shoulder.

“Come on, pretty boy. You can do better than that. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I murmured next to his cheek. “I'm ready.” Even though I seriously wasn't. I was so spent, but his cock felt so good.

He dug his fingers even harder into my thighs. “Good. Now, let’s see how many times we can make you come.”

Another scream tore from me as he raised me, his muscles tensing, and I barely heard his grunt at the effort of dragging me up his cock.

And the noises falling from my lips as he dropped me back onto his cock didn't sound human. It was as if my voice had been replaced with an animal as he fucked me from underneath.

My ass grew number and number with each thud down and every surge up.

“Stroke yourself, Connor. I want to see my pretty boy come again.”

Everything was so hot and hard as he lifted me up and released me back down on his cock. All I could do was hold onto him and grab my cock as he kept asking me questions:

“Is that good? What if I bend my hips like this? Are you going to come already?”

And every single time, I cried “Yes!”

The smell of sweat and oil and cum was all we needed as we became lost in our own world.

The front door sat on the other side of the TV. It was obvious the neighbors could hear us and someone would come knocking.

But I didn't expect the front door to click, slowly opening, the harsh light of the stairwell flooding the room, and Aiden and me.

I groaned as Candice, the cheerleader I'd been fucking on and off for the past month, met me with a shocked look.

The quiet which hit us was only filled with the squelch of my ass and couch, creaking to Aiden’s rough thrusts.

She gaped at us. “Connor, what the fuck is going on?” She clutched the hidden key I'd left by the front door so girls I fucked could sneak in.

I couldn’t speak; he was fucking me so hard that I just stuck out my ass and let him take me.

I was sure she got a close up of the way Aiden’s dick was disappearing into my ass. Even the idea made me so hot that I pressed myself harder to him, moaning.

“Why don’t you show your little cheerleader how well you come for me?”

He rammed me down so hard my teeth rattled as I shouted out. The force pounded through my body, burying deep into me, stealing all my common sense.

My eyes had adjusted to the light so I could see her appalled expression properly as he lifted me up. I wanted to turn and find out if Aiden looked as fucked up as I felt.

“Who’s my little cocksleeve?” he asked, and I could tell he was looking straight at Candice.

I groaned as he held me at the top of his cock. Aiden's arms shook with my weight, like he could drop me any second. But any second couldn't come quickly enough.

“Me,” I gasped, meeting Candice’s pale face. “I’m your little cocksleeve!”

“You’re so fucking good,” he whispered in my ear, tipping me over the edge.

I whimpered, half in pleasure, half in pain as I came. I thought there was nothing left to come out, but I still shot enough that it landed on the carpet by her feet.

Aiden burst out laughing as her face twisted in horror.

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