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It feels…so…fucking…good.

I mean, I’ve watched porn. I know it’s a thing for some guys, having their prostate milked, but I never realized how intense it feels.

My eyes slam closed as the orgasm doesn’t stop. It’s not a hard pop and release like a normal climax—it starts slower, building, ramping up and continuing in a way I’ve never felt before.

“I know, baby,” he says. “Enjoy it. Just imagine how good it’d feel coming like that while riding my cock, hmm? Me sitting here, and you grinding yourself on me until you get it. Bet you’d look gorgeous doing that.”

Honestly? I’m beyond speech.

Again.

I always thought that was bullshit, but here this man, in less than forty-eight hours, has taught me more about my body than I ever dreamed possible.

I never knew sex could feel so…amazing.

He releases my nipples and sits up, cupping my face again without dislodging his cock from my mouth and I’m.

Still.

Coming.

He smiles, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. “Goddamn, look at you, all helpless and gorgeous. I think we just found your new favorite thing.” He changes the setting on the butt plug again and I melt against his legs, gasping for breath around his erection as I finally get relief.

But we’re not done. I agreed to at least two.

And from the hunger in his gaze I know he won’t stop until he gets them.

Yay!

Chapter Forty-Seven

Todd

Wishful Thinking

This probably isn’t forever, I caution myself as I stare into Mal’s eyes.

It might need to be enough that I’ve introduced him to new worlds of pleasure he never dreamed possible before. That I was the one who showed him sex could be fun and free and without any shame or stupid, arbitrary taboos or restrictions other than everyone needs to be a consenting adult in the situation.

Not gonna lie—feeling him screaming around my cock is addictive, the vibrations drilling straight into my balls and deep into my soul as he lets go and enjoys everything I do to him with complete abandon.

Part of me hates myself for being a complete chickenshit, but the rational part of my brain reminds me that, excluding everything else, there is also an extreme power imbalance, and while I enjoy my play, I need to make sure it’s all completely consensual. I’m older, I have a home, a successful business, and I’ve just blown all the breakers in his brain’s electrical system.

This is not the time to have a “conversation” about feelings.

After he catches his breath from that first one—which damn near took me over the edge with him—I change the vibration pattern on the butt plug again and smile as that earns me a needy whimper.

He’ sooo distracted and I’m proud that he’s still trying to give my cock his attention even as he resumes squirming, his hips rocking and back flexing as he tries to find a new position to duplicate what he just felt.

I’ve found that most guys, when introduced to prostate milking for the first time, are pleasantly shocked they can get off like that but it’s not always their favorite thing. They like the ease and suction of the milker.

Or, you know, outright sex.

But some guys—and it’s not limited to omegas—absofuckinglutely love this. I suspect from his reaction Mal is in that second camp. When Jax discovered Shawn loves it, he once ordered Shawn to spend two weeks in a cock cage and wearing a vibrating butt plug like this one, with no restrictions on how many times he could come as long as he did it like that.

Jax finally released him three days later because Shawn was riding him to exhaustion—Jax, not Shawn—and seemed nearly as horny as he did during one of his mating heats.

Too bad I was out of town, because Jax told me he’d considered making him last the full time and come see me every day to get pounded by me and one of my fuck machines just to give Jax a break.