He chuckles and slaps my ass. “Shoulda said please.”
My hole twitches around the object again and again, and my frantic movements jiggle it out of place, allowing me to catch my breath momentarily as I go still.
"Thought you’d respond well to the toy. Last time, I could see your pretty little cock jump every time I pegged your prostate."
Smug bastard.
Mac angles over me, catching the back of my neck in a hard grip and forcing my face tight into the blanket as he maneuvers the toy to hit that spot again.
And then he fucking holds it there.
I cry out, unable to stop my hips from rutting.
“Ah, there you go. Such a desperate slut.”
I wriggle, trying to get relief from the onslaught of sensation, but Mac adjusts, keeping the toy right fucking on me. It buzzesand buzzes as warmth blooms in my chest and a fuzzy sensation wraps around my thoughts.
I shove back, fucking myself on it, almost certain if I don’t get off right this very second, I might actually die.
My breaths become shallow as I drop my hips to grind against the mattress.
But Mac yanks them up. “No coming yet.”
I whimper, and he rubs a thumb around my hole, then slides it lower, somewhere between the toy and my balls.
The new pressure causes sparks to fly behind my eyelids, and pure bliss detonates inside as waves of pleasure blow through my dick, up my spine, and out the top of my skull.
“Mac! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
The toy keeps going, thrumming against the spot relentlessly, keeping my whole body shuddering.
My brain melts, leaving me floating and breathless as euphoria carries me away.
Chapter 5
Every touch from Mac sends shockwaves down my spine. The toy, still buzzing inside, drags the pleasure out, sharper and more intense with each second. I'm trembling, skin prickling with sensitivity, everything amplified to an unbearable degree.
"Out," I manage to gasp, the word barely slipping past my lips. “Take it out."
“Not happening. You cost me five bullets. Gonna force five orgasms from you.”
I shake my head, sobbing into the blanket. “I can’t.”
The pleasure is morphing into something else, something too intense, too raw.
Mac's words are just a distant buzz in my ears as he manipulates the toy, giving me these tiny moments of relief that feel like lifelines.
When he thrusts it in again, I can't help but cry out. “Oh, God.”
It's like a relentless pattern, pulling back only to surge forward again, over and over.
My whole body is caught in this rhythm. Each movement of the buzzing toy sends me further over the edge.
"Look how hard you are." His fingers brush my dick, then he slaps it.
I spasm, every muscle locking up. My dick is straining and aching in a way it never has before.
What the fuck?
