Chapter 7
SEVEN
Rhett
Shane took my cock like a champ. I lifted my hips, slammed them into his ass, and repeated the movements until he was begging me to let him come.
His cock was swollen and a nice shade of red.
I wasn’t sure at first if he was into toys, but I took the chance and grabbed the cock ring.
When I slipped it onto him and it started vibrating, the shiver that rippled through him proved that he was clearly into this as much as I hoped he would be.
“Rhett, please. I can’t take any more.”
Shane was now on his back, with his ankles on my shoulders.
I had a hold of his dick in one hand and my other hand wrapped around his throat.
My cock was deep inside of his ass and my back burned from his nails.
He kept them short but with the way he dug them into my skin, it would definitely leave some marks.
“Yes, you can, and you will take more.” I squeezed his cock at the same time I tightened my hand around his throat.
He moaned, arching under me.
“Does my slut want some reprieve?” I asked him. I didn’t know at first if he would like the name-calling but when his pupils dilated after I referred to his mouth being slutty, I went with it.
“Yes, please. Please let me come.”
I towered over him, slowly loosening the ring around the base of his length. Once I had the toy off of him, I tossed it to the ground and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock.
Shane whimpered, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
I slowly pumped him, watching him unravel before me.
“Oh. Oh fuck.” He lifted his hips in tune with my hand, his ankles falling off of my shoulders.
Hooking an arm around his bent knee, I slowly thrust my cock in and out of him while I kept pulling at his dick.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chanted, tilting his head back. A sudden shout left his mouth, my name leaving his lips on a loud cry.
His release coated my hand, his stomach, and my arm. He kept coming, making a fucking mess and my name kept leaving his mouth repeatedly.
When he finally calmed down, he grabbed hold of my hand that was still wrapped around him. “Please, no more.”
I chuckled, swatting his hand away. “I’ll say when you’ve had enough.”
“I’m so sensitive.” He shivered, shaking beneath me. “I’ve never come that hard.”
“I assumed that much.”
“Please. I can’t—”
With my other hand, I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up at me. “I will say when you’ve had enough. Don’t make me fucking repeat myself.”
He nodded, his nostrils flaring at my command.
“Good boy. Now shut the fuck up and let me finish.” And with that, I shoved two fingers into his mouth and spent the next hour fucking him until he came two more times. Only then did I say he had enough.