Page 127 of Save Me

“It’s okay,” I say, and it is. The pain is more of an odd sense of discomfort or even the need to pee mixed with arousal.

Then Maddox strokes so his thumb is coming up the bottom of my dick and rubbing against the sensitive underside. I groan, jerking into him, and he presses the rod in farther.

“I love the sounds you make,” Maddox breathes. “Keep making them.”

The flush on his cheeks is everything. I groan again, pumping into his hand.

“Oh, you like this?” He presses the rod deeper. I feel full, a bit in pain, and a lot in pleasure.

“You like me owning your hole like this?”

I nod vigorously.

“Words, Micah.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I do.”

“Good fucking boy.” Maddox strokes me, and as he does, the rod presses out with every pulse of pleasure I have. He chuckles, holding a thumb to the end of it. “Don’t press me out of you. Be a good boy and hold me.”

I groan, throwing my head back. I’d never push Maddox away. Ever. He can do whatever he wants to me. I try hard to obey, freezing every muscle.

“Fuck, you turn me on so much.” Maddox lets go of me with one hand, pulling himself out and beating himself off. The sight of his dick in his hand makes my own dick pulse, and I feel the resistance of the rod that he’s keeping inside of me.

“Fuuuck,” he groans. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

My arms tremble from trying to hold myself up so I can see what he’s doing. The pleasure feels so built up in my body, hovering right there, ready to explode.

“Please, Mads,” I beg.

“Already want to come?” He abandons his own dick, grabbing mine and stroking it.

“No—yes?” I groan. I don’t want this pleasure to end, but all I can think about is the throbbing in my balls.

“Be a good boy and come in my hands.”

Maddox strokes me at a steady pace, racing his fingers along the sensitive underside and head. The pressure is already so much that I tremble.

Then, he rips his hand away from holding the rod in and drops the hand down to my ass, pressing against my asshole and flicking his fingers.

The explosion of pleasure fills me. The pressure goes from my balls, up the shaft of my dick, and in a grip of ecstasy, I come. Pleasure shoots through me and presses the rod out of my dick. Cum shoots out of me and onto Maddox’s arms and hands. I groan, caught in the white-hot pleasure of it all.

“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking hot.” Maddox catches my cum and reaches down to his dick, stroking it vigorously. Then, he explodes. Warm cum shoots onto my ass and starts an entirely new wave of tingles along my skin.

We collapse together, Maddox wrapping me in his arms, stroking my skin. “Are you okay, baby?”

Okay? I pant. I’m more than okay. I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Micah?”

“I think blue is my new favorite color.”

He chuckles. “No more life of crime?”

“I’m reformed.” I turn to plant a kiss on his lips, seeing those beautiful dimples. “You’ve saved me.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

I’ve come to realize that blue is my favorite color in the whole world.