Page 9 of Jail Break

I just nodded. I didn’t want to listen to my voice anymore. I’d been acting so slutty all because I wanted to shoot my load, and I was done.

Now I could go back to my room and shove in my ear plugs so I couldn’t hear his porn. And then spend the rest of my life pretending I didn’t just come over my dad’s best friend's face.

Five

Aiden leaned back from my cock, reaching for the bottle of oil again. “Do you like seeing your cum all over my face?”

My gaze jumped over him, looking at the way my cum had splashed across his cheek and forehead in a straight line. It was like he didn't care how it mixed with his beard, his eyebrow, his piercings, and even matted in his hair.

I'd already moaned and shaken my ass for him, but it was even more embarrassing to tell him what I thought.

My voice was hoarse as I replied, “Yeah, it looks like your face was made to take my cum.”

He paused as he tipped the bottle, more oil dribbling over his fingers before he burst out laughing. His deep guffaw boomed around the living room.

“Fuck me, you're good.” His laugh trailed off. “Alright, pretty boy, since you're so confident, how about you take three fingers for me?”

That was the point I was meant to leave and pretend it never happened. My ass tingled, I'd already come, there was nothing else left to do.

He might have promised to stick his cock in me, but I had the game tomorrow.

“How…” I asked, my dick responding happily to the idea of him stretching me even more. “How will it fit?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth it.”

I’d only just come and my cock was getting fucking hard again.

Aiden groaned. “Fuck, I want to stick my dick in you. I haven’t had a pussy in years, but your sweet ass will do nicely.” Both oiled hands gripped my ass cheeks, pulling me open, the warm air of the room brushing me.

“I wish I could see your asshole twitching for me, but I like the desperate look on your face. You don't even have to say it. I can see you're already begging for my dick.”

“There's no way your cock can fit inside me,” I argued, even though I was already up for it.

Aiden shifted his hand, releasing an ass cheek. His oiled up fingers went straight back to my asshole, rubbing three in a wide circle. I spread my legs even more so he could reach me more easily.

“Push that ass out even farther, pretty boy. I want to see your ass bouncing.”

I lowered so my face was level with his. He was watching me so fiercely that I closed my eyes. It was totally throwing me off. I couldn't focus on the way his thick fingers easily slipped into my ass when he drew his face closer, as if he was going to kiss me.

“Oh God, it's so good,” I whispered as he opened up his fingers, pushing against the entrance of my ass.

“Keep your eyes open, Connor. Show me how much you like it.”

I bit my lip as I slowly opened them to find him looking at me with a wicked grin. He held my ass open, not moving as I started to squirm.

My hand was firm around my cock, my nails digging into Aiden's shoulder, but the feeling was so intense all I wanted was my ass to be filled again.

“Aiden,” I groaned at him as he twisted them.

“What is it?” The glint in his gaze returned as I began moving my hips.

“My ass, please, Aiden, I need your fingers deeper inside me,” I gasped.

It was so tight, but he just kept widening them, until his third finger knocked against my ass.

“Oh, no, pretty boy. You don’t get my fingers until you clean up your mess.”

“What do you mean?” I asked breathlessly.

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