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Every touch from Mac sends shockwaves down my spine. The toy, still buzzing inside me, 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?

I try to swallow, but it becomes difficult. Even words are hard to form, and all I can make are sounds.

Dirty, filthy sounds.

“So sexy purring like that, Cal.”

His voice, low and approving, only adds to the intensity.

The pleasure and pain are racing each other, climbing higher and higher, and I'm right there on the edge.

My cock twitches, throbbing and dripping.

“Please, please. Too much.”

My hands tug uselessly against the cuffs. “I can't.”

“You can and you will.”

His voice is right by my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

The whimper that erupts is needy, filled with a soul-aching longing. My back arches, and I turn my head to the side, eyes fluttering as he holds the toy directly over that spot while his other hand grips my dick and strokes.

“Now, Cal. Come now.”

I wail as I come undone and launch into a second whole-body explosion, shooting cum violently into the towel under me. It's like a storm breaking. I'm lost in it, every nerve ending firing at once.

It's intense, almost painful, but in the most exquisite way. It fizzles somewhere inside my brain and leaves me floating again as my body quivers and shakes.

Mac gently pulls the toy out and tosses it aside. The towel under my stomach and hips is tugged away too.

I go boneless, face dripping with sweat as I pant into the blanket.

Strong hands flip me over, cuffs rattling at the turn.

“Such a good little slut, coming when I tell you to.”

Mac grabs my balls in a gentle fist, rolling and massaging one, then the other.

His gaze locks with mine, and the air seems to thicken. His eyes are dark and hungry, pupils completely dilated as they devour every inch of my face.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as if he’s just been fucking me himself instead of using a toy. Beads of sweat dot his hairline and upper lip. The veins in his neck bulge under his flushed skin. His jaw clenches, the muscles and tendons standing out.

When my gaze drops lower, my mouth falls open at the sight of his dick, fully erect, straining, and leaking. It’s so thick and red—an angry, dark red.

He looks every bit like a feral beast, and the sight both thrills and unnerves me.

My heart hammers wildly, and I swallow some of the excess saliva flooding my mouth, my legs shifting wider, back arching slightly.

He chuckles, the bed shifting as he moves. “Don't go anywhere.”

I can't help but give a little snarl as he walks off. “Asshole.”

But even as I say it, my body still hums for him, a confusing mix of fear and longing.