Page 21 of Jail Break

I screamed again as he pushed himself back in and a sob flew from me as he unfurled his hand. Before I could even guess what he was going to do, his fingers were stroking my insides.

And the moment his fingertip hit me just right, any last thread of control I thought I had vanished instantly.

“Aiden. Aiden. Hang on—Aiden! Oh God. I'm gonna—”

“That's right, pretty boy. Come for me again.”

He knew he found it. He pressed down hard. Stroking and stroking that spot until the pleasure became so strong my whole body spasmed.

I cried out, my whole world shattering as he picked up speed, bending his arm so he could stroke with four fingers.

He stroked me so fast I came straight away, stuffing my face back into the pillow as I whimpered.

But he kept going, forcing me on. He wouldn't stop even though I’d already come.

I lifted my head as tears stained my cheeks. “Please, Aiden. I can’t take any more.”

“Don’t worry. You will. We’ve got to train your ass. By the time your dad comes back, I’ll be able to fit so much in you, you’ll just be a walking hole for me to fuck.”

He pulled his arm back, his fist knocking inside me. I'd gone beyond trying to do anything. All I could do was sink into the pleasure burning through my body.

There was another hard burst of pressure as the ridge of his thumb slid out, followed by his knuckles.

Huge moans fell from both of us. “Fucking hell, Connor. Your ass is the best I’ve ever had,” he groaned as he pressed back in. “Do you think you could come again?”

“No,” I croaked. “I didn’t even know I could come this much.”

“But you’re doing such a good fucking job of coming. You deserve a reward for coming so well for me so far.”

From the grin on his face, I could tell what the reward would be. “I just need you to tell me—what do you like better, my fist or my cock?”

“I can’t…I don’t…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep doing it until you make a choice. Might take a few weeks, but I’ll get an answer out of you, eventually. And then I’ll have to do the opposite until you can’t decide all over again.” He bent down closer, his voice dropping a pitch. “Until you know how much of a little cocksleeve you really are.”

I sighed as he softly stroked my asshole. It unnerved me more how he was being quiet, not even laughing at me.

“Get up,” he snapped, whipping his hands away from me. I flinched at his sudden change of tone.

It felt as if my muscles were creaking as I moved. My ass was twitching non-stop, and my body had become a large, gaping channel.

“Can you stand?” He glared at me. I wasn’t going to let him get to me. I was going to show him I could take anything he threw at me.

“Just,” I winced, numb pain and stiffness burning through me as I pushed myself up on all fours.

“Good. Tell me if you can’t and we can see how well you ride me instead.”

Eleven

Inodded in reply, my neck aching from where he’d forced my head down.

“Right,” he said as he reached out and took my hips. His rough fingertips scratched over the bruises he had made earlier when I was riding his cock. “Then get up.”

My arms trembled as I brought my legs under me, preparing to stand. I used to push myself so hard in practice that I wouldn't be able to move the next day because my muscles were burning. And this felt like the same thing.

As I twisted to press my feet against the floor, he guided me so I was facing him. With his hands on my waist and his stupid fucking smirk.

“Are you sure you can stand?” he asked. “You're looking pretty shaky there.”

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