Page 8 of Jail Break

But he still wouldn't go for my cock, as if he was waiting for me to beg him again. I’d never come from fingers in my ass.

The pleasure was building, and I wanted him to split his fingers again.

I bit my lip, shaking my ass, even bending my knees to grind against his hand. “Just fucking do it, Connor. Come for me.”

A whimper shot from one of us as I whipped my hand from his shoulder to grip my cock.

“That's it, nice and fast now,” he said, his gaze fixed on my dick.

I groaned as my strokes sped up, and he hummed. I loved the idea that I was satisfying him by stroking my cock. Like he wanted me so much I could make him nut just from sticking my cock into his face.

I choked as he thrust hard enough for his knuckles to hit my ass cheeks.

It felt as if he was rewarding me for doing what he said.

“How is it, Connor?” he asked as he thrust again. “Are you going to be my little cocksleeve? Can you take it so far up the ass you'll be tasting my cum?”

“Oh, God!” I cried out, his words hitting me deep, heat bursting inside me as my finger brushed my cockhead.

With a soft thud, he drove his fingers high into me, more explosions firing around my ass, flying up my spine to blow out my brain.

And then his hand stilled, just as I was at the final point. I didn't want to lose the momentum, so I gritted my teeth. I bent my knees, dropping my hips, fucking rocking against his fingers.

“That’s it. That's the proper way to take it.”

I thrust again, the pleasure in my body sending me wild.

“Hey, Connor,” Aiden murmured, and I snapped my eyes open to meet his. “Something tells me you're going to be a natural at this.”

“W-What?” I was so wrapped up in wanting to come that I couldn't focus on him.

“I'm saying my dick will slide straight into you if you're already bouncing so desperately on my fingers.” Sparks of pleasure scattered through my body at his rough talk.

My back arched as I lifted my ass, stroking my cock hard as I dropped back onto his fingers. I was getting into it, using my grip on his shoulder to ride him, fucking his fingers instead of him fucking me. And I didn’t break eye contact the whole time.

I didn’t care how weak I looked when my balls were as tight as a ringed-out shirt. I needed to blow.

And Aiden watched me with that same fucking smile, but it was the way he laughed at me that finally pushed me over the edge.

My thighs spasmed as my ass tingled, my cock aching from my hard strokes.

“Aiden,” I rasped. “I'm gonna come again.”

Before he could even reply, I groaned and threw my head back. The pleasure which had been building peaked, tearing through me as I yelled out. My fingers dug into his hard shoulders as I thrust my hips, spurts of hot cum flying from me—and straight onto him.

I was still frantically grinding, riding, taking as much as I could from him.

Relaxing my tingling ass, I chased the sensation of his thick fingers burying inside me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard.

I finally got my release, but as I shook and moaned around him, he dragged his fingers from my ass with a pop, leaving me totally empty.

“Wait, Aiden, no…” I protested, barely holding onto him.

“What a star you are,” Aiden hummed as he flicked his tongue over my softening cock. “Look at you, you're so fucking dirty. Coming all over my face like that. Do you like having your hole plugged?”

I was panting so hard I couldn’t even speak. He was looking up at me expectedly, his fingertips hovering by my asshole.

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