His cock springs free—massive and vein-ridged, the thick shaft adorned with two steel barbells that catch the light. The heavy head flushes purple-dark with need, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip. It juts upward, impossibly hard, twitching with each beat of his heart.
I moan, my mouth watering at the sight of those metal studs that promise to drag against every sensitive spot inside me.
"Dax..." His name falls from my lips like a prayer.
He grabs my face, thumbs pressing into my jaw, and claims my mouth with such devastating possession my knees nearly buckle. His tongue slides against mine, hot and demanding, tasting like sin and everything I've ever craved. A deep, primal sound vibrates from his chest into mine, and when he bites my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth, a shock of heat pulses between my legs so intensely I whimper against his mouth.
He walks me backward, fingers digging into my hips, his erection a hard ridge against my stomach. The backs of my knees hit the couch.
"Lie down," he commands, voice shattered with need.
I collapse onto the cushions, already spreading my thighs for him, my body clenching with anticipation.
Heart fucking feral.
He watches me for a breathless second, eyes flicking between my thighs and my lips, like he doesn't know which part he wants to ruin first.
And then he climbs on top of me, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, the metal of his piercing cool against my burning heat.
"Tell me how bad you want it," he growls, voice rough with need.
"I'm so empty," I whimper, arching up. "Please, Dax, I need to feel you stretch me open."
When he finally pushes in—one brutal, endless thrust—the ridged barbell beneath the crown of his cock drags against every nerve ending I have.
"Oh god," I sob, nails breaking skin as they claw down his back. "You're so fucking deep, I can feel you in my belly.”
His piercing hits something inside me that makes my vision blur, and I hear myself begging, shameless and raw. "Right there, don't stop, please don't ever stop."
He sets a punishing rhythm, his pierced cock dragging against my swollen walls with each savage thrust. Every ridge and vein scrapes nerves I didn't know existed.
"You feel that?" he growls, his breath hot in my ear. "Feel how your pussy grips me when I hit right—" he shifts his angle, striking something that makes me scream so loud my throat burns "—there."
My vision whites out. "Oh god, DAX!"
"You were made for me, butterfly. This cunt was carved for my cock alone."
His hand slides under my knee, yanking my leg up. The new position lets him bottom out, the piercing grinding against my g-spot with brutal precision.
"FUCK!" I shriek, convulsing around him as the first orgasm tears through me without warning.
He doesn't slow. "You think I didn't see him looking at you?" Each syllable punctuated by a thrust that makes my breasts bounce violently. "Every man wanted this—" he circles his hips, stretching me impossibly wider "—but only I get to feel you coming apart."
My second orgasm builds instantly, walls fluttering desperately around his thickness.
"Mine," he snarls, the sound animal.
I'm sobbing now, overwhelmed by the relentless pressure and fullness. "I'm yours—oh god I'm coming again!"
He pins my wrists above my head, our sweat-slicked foreheads pressed together, and pounds into me like he's trying to reach my soul through my cervix.
"You fucking are."
No one has ever felt like this.
Every snap of his hips drives his piercing against that spot that makes my vision blur. Every filthy groan in my ear sends aftershocks through my already trembling body. Every time he growls my name like it's a curse he can't stop saying.
"You're so fucking tight when you cum,” he pants, his hand sliding between us to circle my swollen clit. "Give me another one. Now."
