All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

FredThe pain ripped through me like a hot knife, my ass stretched and burning as Rafael held himself deep inside, his breath hot against my ear when he murmured, “I’m already in, baby, I’ll make it less painful—just relax, I’ll be easy.”But every inch of him felt like it was splitting me apart, making my legs shake uncontrollably against the cold sink.I shook my head wildly, tears stinging my eyes as I begged, “Take it out, please, it hurts too much,” my voice cracking with desperation. Instead of stopping, I felt his desire spike, his cock twitching inside me, fueling him even more as he gripped my hips tighter.He thrust slowly at first, each movement sending jolts of agony up my spine. I clung to his lap from behind, my fingers digging into his thighs just to steady myself. He noticed and growled, “But you’re holding me, baby,” his hand snaking around to grip my neck from behind, forcing my head up so I had to look at him.His eyes were dark with desire as he picked up the pace,

FredI woke up slowly, blinking against the soft light streaming through the curtains. For a moment, I just lay there, warm and tucked beneath the sheets, feeling the quiet hum of morning. My hand instinctively reached to my side, expecting to feel Rafael beside me—his body curled into mine, maybe still asleep, maybe breathing against the back of my neck.But I felt nothing.Just cool, empty sheets.My brows pulled together as I opened my eyes fully and sat up. The other side of the bed was untouched, like he hadn’t even been there—or had left long before I woke up. My chest tightened, and I called out, “Rafael?” quietly, half-hoping he’d answer from the bathroom or kitchen.Silence.I got out of bed quickly, checking the sitting room, then the kitchen, then the bathroom. Nothing. No sign of him. No note. No text. Just gone.My heart started beating faster, something uneasy crawling under my skin. Why would he leave without saying anything?I grabbed my phone and immediately called hi

FredRafael's next message buzzed in, a voice note attachment that I tapped with trembling fingers, his low, gravelly voice filling my ears immediately, “Fuck, Fred—I'm so close, baby, stroking hard thinking about your tight ass, oh shit—I'm coming, I'm coming.”His words were broken by heavy breaths and groans that sounded like he was right there with me, the raw intensity of his voice echoing through the speaker and hitting me like a physical force, making my hand fly faster over my slick cock.My body tensed as the sound of his pleasure pushed me right to that brink.I could picture him in that cramped restroom, head thrown back, fist pumping furiously, his moans vibrating through the phone and straight to my core, my finger still working inside me, stretching and teasing as the audio looped his climax in my mind, every gasp and curse amplifying the heat coiling in my gut.As his voice note played on repeat, the explicit details of him spurting and grunting “Yes, fuck yes” sent sho

RafaelI didn’t know when the tears started falling. One second, I was standing there watching Fred walk away—the next, my vision blurred, and the hot sting of regret poured down my cheeks.I wiped them off.Again.And again.But they kept coming. Just like the ache in my chest. Deep. Suffocating. Like something was being ripped out from inside me, piece by piece.I stayed there longer than I should have, letting the night hide the weakness in my body. My fists clenched. My jaw locked tight. Still... the tears wouldn’t stop.Eventually, I forced myself to move. I wiped my face with my palm, did my best to look normal, even though I knew I didn’t. I climbed the stairs slowly, like the weight of everything I’d just done was dragging my body down with every step.When I got to the room, Wendy wasn’t there.I glanced around and walked toward the bedroom. I found her sitting on the bed, scrolling on her phone like nothing had happened.Without looking up, she asked, “Have you ended things

RafaelI laid Fred gently on the bed, his skin burning hot beneath my fingers. He was still in that damn towel, shivering under the thin sheets. I tucked him in carefully, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead, my heart clenching at the sight of him this weak.As soon as I turned to go grab the towel and some clothes, his fingers wrapped around my wrist.“Are you leaving me again?” His voice was small, barely above a whisper—but it hit me harder than a punch.I froze. “No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I would never. I just—I was going to get you something dry to wear. And maybe medicine. You can’t stay like this, Fred.”But he wouldn’t let go. “Still leaving me, Rafael?” he asked, staring up at me with glassy, accusing eyes. “You really want to leave me in this bed?”“Hell no, babe. No, please… I swear I’m not leaving. Not again. I’m sorry about everything, okay? Do you want me to stay?” I dropped to my knees beside the bed, holding his hand tighter. “If I leave you agai