Liam’s body was a living masterpiece of debauchery, streaked with crimson, gold, black, and emerald paint, mixed with sweat, cum, and the evidence of his shattering orgasms. He lay face-down on the ruined black silk sheets, ass still raised slightly, Nick’s thick cock softening inside him after the brutal paint-fueled fucking.

Every breath sent fresh tremors through his overstimulated muscles. His hole fluttered around the intrusion, leaking a sinful mixture of paint and seed down his thighs. He’d come three times already tonight. Screamed Nick’s name until his throat was raw. And still, his treacherous cock twitched against the sticky sheets, trying to harden again.

Nick pulled out slowly, deliberately,...