Page 112 of Unforgivable

“This is a prostate massager,” I explained, slowly working it in inch by inch. Rhys’ moans grew louder, his ass thrusting down on the vibrator. “I need something special to complete my painting, and you’re going to give it to me.”

When I got the massager fully seated and pressed right against his prostate, I decided to test it a bit just to make sure. I flipped it on and the second it buzzed, Rhys shouted out hoarsely and bucked off the bed. I let it run for a few more seconds, soaking in his erotic noises. I turned it off and he whined prettily, his hazy violet eyes crashing with mine.

“Please don’t stop. Make me come, baby,” Rhys whimpered, and it made me want to say fuck it and dive right into him. But I wanted this experience to be memorable.

“That’s the point, sweet boy,” I taunted. “I’m going to milk you of all the cum you have and use it to finish my masterpiece. You’re going to come for me until your pretty little cock has nothing left to give.”

“Holy shit, Cal…” Rhys blurted on a groan, and my cock pulsed out a string of precum at the expletive. I didn’t know why, but making Rhys curse was hot as fuck to me. I was addicted to making him as dirty as possible.

“Now, give me what I want, Sweetness,” I growled, turning on the massager and pulling another needy cry from Rhys. His legs began shaking, and he was a mess of unintelligible words and pants. I bent over his waist and sucked his cock into my mouth, taking him to theback of my throat until my gag reflex kicked in. Another harsh curse flew from his lips, followed by my name whispered like a prayer.

“Jesus, this is…oh god, more. Yes, I want it…oh shit, I’m getting close. Please!” He sobbed, his breathing growing heavier and his cock throbbing on my tongue, warning me of his impending release. I sucked at his head hard and pulled off as Rhys tensed up, yelling out as his orgasm barreled through him. Cum surged out of his dick, white streaks decorating his stomach and chest in forceful spurts. I watched entranced at the sight, the provocative sounds coming from him making me unbearably hard.

“That’s it, Rhys. Fuck, give me that sweet cum. Goddamn, you are sexy,” I murmured, stroking myself firmly as he came down from his climax, but he was wriggling uncomfortably against the massager that was still going off deep inside him.

“Too much, too much! No more, please,” he gasped, but his little moans and thrusting hips told me he was still enjoying it.

“Remember the safeword. I’m not done with you yet,” I rasped. I scooped out a large dollop of green paint and used it to jack him slowly as his next orgasm ramped up. His cries grew louder and more intense as I worked him over in tandem with the vibrator. “I need more cum, Sweetness. Come on, let go for me. Give me another hot load.”

I swallowed his dick whole again, a scream tearing from Rhys’ throat as I furiously bobbed up and down his length. The green apple mixed with his unique flavor and I could have died a very happy man right there. I gripped the massager and rocked it into him, his moans turning into crying whimpers ofmoreandso close. His precum got thicker and his rock-hard cock jerked in my mouth, and I pulled off seconds before he erupted in another soul-shattering release. His head dropped back, mouth open on a silent cry as his entire body shook with the power of his second orgasm.

I hammered at his prostate with the toy like it was a goddamn game of whack-a-mole and I was winning. Rhys’ cum was flowing out of him endlessly and it was the best prize there was. It took immense willpower not to give in and lick up every last bit of it, drowning myself in the taste of him. But I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I turned off the toy and removed it carefully, and Rhys sagged into the bed. He was sweaty and cum-soaked, a beautifully wrecked mess.

“Fuck me, I can’t wait anymore. I need inside that hole, baby,” Igrunted, frantically lubing up my cock before swiping it through his crease.

“Cal, hands…wanna touch…” Rhys slurred, his eyes heavy with lust. I quickly untied him, but pinned his wrists above his head with my hands. With one thrust, I slammed into his channel, both of us groaning loudly at the feel. I took a few seconds to get a grip so I didn’t explode on the first pass. I gave a couple of shallow thrusts, our moans merging into a sensual chorus.

“Eyes on me, Sweetness,” I demanded softly. His eyes snapped open, and the connection had my lungs seizing up. “Watch me while I fuck all the cum out of you. I’m going to cover you in it and drain myself inside you. I want to be leaking out of you for days.”

I drew back until just my tip was kissing his pucker, and then I plunged back in with a rough curse from us both. I pistoned my hips, Rhys’ snug channel choking the life out of my cock. I was so close from my buildup with him that I wasn’t going to last long. Rhys raised up and captured my lips with feverish need. It was wet and frenzied, all tongue and teeth, and it was about to shove me over the edge.

I tore my mouth away and raised up on my knees. I released his wrists and wrapped my arms around his upper thighs, dragging him closer and fucking into him mercilessly.

“Holy fucking shit, you’re gonna make me come. Unhh, so close...tell me you’re mine. Who fucking owns your body?” I demanded, my voice shredded.

“Oh my god, I’m…baby, I’m about to come,” Rhys keened, his nails clawing at the comforter in desperation.

“You wanna come, you tell me you’re mine. Say it,” I barked, angling my hips up just right to peg that hidden nub. My body was engulfed in heat, sweat sliding down my back as I reached for that euphoric peak.

“Fuck, I’m yours! Make me come, make me…Cal!” Rhys screamed as he arched off the bed, his cock jerking violently between us. His red, angry tip spit out a small dribble of cum, but his hole continued to spasm around me as his orgasm stretched on.Goddamn, he’s coming dry.

“There we fucking go, sweet boy. I’m gonna fill you the fuck up. Oh shit…I’m right there. I’m right fucking there,” I growled, plowing into him as the sounds of his ass smacking against my thighs echoed in the room. White hot heat raced down my spine as I detonated deep inside him.

I shouted out my release, ropes of hot spunk emptying into his fucked out hole. I thrust my hips harder into him, pushing my cum as deep as I could get it, my need to mark him a feral desire.

“Yes yes, I want your cum. Fuck it into me, baby,” Rhys panted. His dirty mouth forced out another string of cum from my throbbing dick and I nearly collapsed on top of him. I slowly came down over him, his hands diving gently into my hair and playing with my curls. I stole his pillowy lips, licking the seam for entrance. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I groaned from the sensation. When we’d finally come back down, Rhys gazed up at me with foggy, sated eyes.

“Add your cum to mine,” he said shyly. “Paint me with both our cum.”

I smirked at his racy suggestion, diving into his sloppy hole with two fingers to fish out my release. The movement pulled a lovely whine from him, and I quickly devoured the sound with another kiss. I smoothed my cum-covered fingers across his collarbone and down the center of his chest, his own cum mixing with mine and bleeding into the colors on his stomach. I streaked through the stripes and puddles of cum sprayed across him, the milky white liquid tinted with the rainbow of colors I’d painted on him.

When I sat back on my haunches, I drank in the stunning picture he made. The canvas of his skin was an erotic watercolor we created together. It did dangerous things to my chest to know our cum was soaking into his skin, painting him forever as mine. Rhys reached for me with the sweetest smile on his face, and the depth of love I saw in those breathtaking orbs had tears pricking at my lash line.

I raised a finger at him to wait, and left to grab a couple wet rags. After I had cleaned us both, I pulled him into me as he cuddled into my side, his head on my chest. “Well, I’d call that a win. Five star purchase. Well done, Sweetness.”

Rhys giggled adorably, and I brushed my lips across his sweaty temple. “I’m glad you approve. Though I’m certain you didn’t quite use it as the manufacturer intended.”

“Pretty sure those weren’t complaints you were screaming while you came,” I snickered. Rhys kicked me in the shin, and I tickled him in revenge.

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