Page 39 of Broken Minds

He dropped to his knees behind me, and I turned back, burying my face in my folded arms. A second later, cool oil hit the crevasse of my buttocks and trickled down over my ass. I sucked in a breath, but my pussy clenched in response. Then Hayden’s hands were on me, his fingers working in the oil. He concentrated on my tight star, first rubbing in the oil, then slipping a finger into my ass, bringing the oil with it.

I turned to see him trickling more oil onto his cock, working it in with his hand. There was something hugely sexy about watching him fisting his erection, his hand pumping up and down as he lubed himself, ready to take me.

“Do you think you can just suck my cock whenever you feel like it, Jolie?” he said. “You’re still my prisoner, remember.”

The head of his cock pressed against my rear hole. The oil made everything so wet and slippery, and suddenly he breached me, the pain bright and sharp.

“I know I am,” I cried.

He shunted his hips forward, entering me another inch. “Good, ’cause you don’t get to just take advantage of me like that.”

He pushed in again, and I stretched around him to take him. “You were a bad girl.”

“Yes, bad girl,” I gasped. “Very bad.”

He drove in again, and I thought he must be fully in by now. My pussy contracted and pulsed, needing something to tighten around. It was a strange feeling to be full and empty both at the same time.

“And bad girls get their asses fucked, don’t they, Jolie?”

I nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, they do.”

I had been bad. I’d killed someone. That was as bad as it got.

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