Oliver sparks like a live wire, arching beautifully as the toy touches his prostate, and I grin down at him. My own cock is rock hard, flushed and leaking, but it barely crosses my mind. All of my attention is on Oliver, and he’s the only thing I care about.

“I don’t plan on it,” I assure him, pulling the toy nearly all of the way out and turning up the power a little before pushing it in again, making sure to angle it to press against his prostate again. This time I hold it there for a long moment, letting him feel the relentless buzz before fucking him with another long, slow thrust. “Told you that you’d like it. I’m always right.”