Page 18 of Jail Break

Satisfaction rumbled through me as his teeth pressed against the bite he’d made, sinking his teeth even deeper.

I wondered if he was planning to leave a scar.

I grit my jaw at the harsh ache. It was so much more than the sting and, as he licked at it, I tensed my ass cheek, feeling the tug of the bite on my skin.

It felt like he was being gentle. I was probably making shit up because I was so high on pleasure my brain was trying to cope with the fact I was being railed by an ex-convict. Because there was no way he would be gentle with me.

He shot backwards, releasing my tender ass and my weak cock. I gasped at the loss. “Aiden,” I croaked, twisting my head to look at him. “Where are you going?”

The couch shook as he moved behind me. “You took my cock so fucking well, pretty boy. I want to see what else you can take.”

It was when I heard the crinkle of the bottle that I worked it out. I still jumped when the oil landed on my back. Not my ass or even my cock, but straight onto my lower back.

It slipped down my ass crack, over my sensitive hole, as well as sliding up my spine.

His hand shot out, quickly catching the oil racing between my shoulder blades. He solidly brushed his hand back towards my tailbone. I shivered at how smoothly he stroked me.

The oil fell over my tailbone, building around my asshole.

He rubbed my back, spreading the oil across me, massaging me like he gave a fuck. Like with his tongue on my ass, the softness was making me crazy. He found just the right way to push into my tight muscles to make me moan. It was even better than a sports therapy session.

“Your hungry ass keeps gobbling me straight up,” he said with the same smirk in his voice.

I twisted my head, my neck so stiff I winced as I looked around at him.

He was on his knees, rearing above me like a tattooed and pierced bear. His glistening cock remained at the level of my ass, and I felt another surge of heat at the way he fixed his gaze on my hole.

“Are you ready for my fingers?” he asked, and my ass clenched in reply. I parted my lips to answer him properly, but he got there first.

“I'm gonna take that as a yes,” he chuckled.

His fingers dented my skin as both hands traveled to my tailbone.

I groaned as he ran them straight to my asshole, bursting out in a shout as four oily fingers lined up against my ass, two from each hand.

“It won't fit,” I gasped.

“You took my cock, you can take this,” he growled, seconds before he slowly pushed them in.

My ass spasmed, but I couldn't move as he drove himself deep into me.

Pleasure fired through me as my ass opened up again, and he didn't hesitate to start thrusting.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Look how easily I'm slipping inside you.” He chuckled as he alternated his strokes, pushing two fingers in as he removed the other two.

My whole body shuddered as he sped up, laughing at the way I moaned.

I liked that he was having fun teasing me. He said my ass was great, but I wanted to be the best he'd ever had.

My ass was loose enough that there was no resistance as he pistoned his fingers in and out of me.

My cock felt cold without his touch. I was sure I had no cum left, but as I rocked my hips again, something hot trailed down my shaft. From the squelch of Aiden's fingers and the speed of his thrusts, it was easy to guess what it was. “If you hadn't drained my cock so quickly, I'd be straight back inside you. You're wide open for me, pretty boy. Do you like it when I do this?”

I yelled out in shock as he hooked his fingers around my aching asshole, suddenly latching onto the hard ring of muscle, tugging my ass open.

“No, Aiden! Aiden! I can't take it!” He was pulling so hard I thought it might actually rip.

“Sorry, pretty boy, you're gonna have to. I want to see how far this ass can spread for me. How can you call yourself a good cocksleeve if you can't even take this?”

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