"Oh god, fuck!" Dean cried out again, words strangled and breathless as they were forced out between ragged breaths. It was moving too fast for him to keep up. Dean moved as fast and hard as he could, but it wasn't fast enough. He was being fucked out of his mind. "Fuck, fuck."

He could feel another orgasm fast approaching. It was coming on so hard, he thought it almost might hurt when it finally hit. Dean was reduced to gasping whimpers when it finally did, his back bent as much as he could, hips grinding desperately on the toy that never missed a stroke.