“Not yet, darlin’.” His hand let go of my hair and his cock pulled free, and I shuddered, much too close for him to make movements against me like that.
Grabbing my arms, he pulled me upright and then, as if I weighed nothing at all, he flipped me over so I was facing the leather of the sofa. I shuffled into position in front of him, my arms on the seats, my knees on the floor, my bra falling away so I was now fully naked. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched him. His hands rubbed my arse cheeks, pushing them apart as he gazed hungrily at every part of me, and for a second my heart stuttered, my breath catching in my throat. But then he pushed my legs together, and I watched as he pushed the tip of his cock towards me, and I felt it against my pussy, a fuzzy throb building inside me already.
I closed my eyes as he entered me. The same tiny pricks of pain, but this time they made something swell inside mystomach, blooming out in a creeping heat. He glided inside me this time. Not barbell by barbell but one long, slow entry, teasing me, so that I felt every piercing push through me.
For a second or two, he didn’t move. Just stayed there with his cock deep inside me, my body trembling, knowing that the minute he moved the spasms would start again. His hands stroked my arse, rough fingers smoothing over sensitive skin, and I shuddered, moving slightly.
“You think you can squirt round my cock, Soph?” His voice growled just above my ear. “Be a good girl for me, Grey.”
He moved his hips and my thighs shook, every muscle in my body clenching.
“Ah, fuck,” he growled behind me.
He pulled out slowly, every fucking piercing pulling and grabbing at me like they were trying to get purchase and not let go. His cock moved faster, pistoning in and out, pumping me full of metal, his hips working hard, his legs slapping my thighs. He bent forward, covering my body with his, and I felt the unevenness of his nipples, metal sliding across my back and inside me all at once. The whimper tumbled out before I had time to stop it, my pussy clenching with it.
The hands on my arse moved underneath me, reaching for my nipples, smoothing over the top of them, rolling them between his fingers as his cock worked from behind me.
I groaned or cried, the sound lost as quickly in the clouds forming in my brain. Ryan’s fingers squeezed tighter, his mouth hot against the back of my neck, teeth raking at my skin.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my thighs shuddering.
A hand felt around my stomach, feeling down the centre, moving between my legs where his cock didn’t stop, metal punishing my insides.
“I’m gonna need you to come for me, Grey,” his voice growled deep. “You ready?”
I nodded. I squeaked something out. But words they were not. Just a jumble of sounds as his fingers swirled my clit. He thrust faster now, a hand moving into the back of my hair and ripping my head back painfully.
I grunted. Ryan pumped harder, a growling, moaning, deep noise from on top of me.
His fingers nipped and swirled. His cock rammed in and out and now I couldn’t make out one barbell from another, the metal lighting my insides on fire with every stroke and a pulsing, buzzing wave rushing from where Ryan attacked my clit.
I shook suddenly, squirming under him, trying to tear his hands off me as everything came crashing together in an overwhelming explosion of pain, pleasure, ecstasy, confusion and the sudden gush of something warm and wet.
“That’s my girl,” Ryan’s voice rasped, his fingers not stopping.
And now it was my voice I could hear screaming underneath his bulk, my body shuddering and convulsing.
“Fucking beautiful Soph,” he said through gritted teeth over the top of me. “Now be a good girl and take me proper.”
Now he really moved, pulling out of me and slamming back into me, grunting and swearing with each hard thrust of his cock into my overwhelmed pussy. My insides tightened andscreamed, too confused to recognise whether this was pain or pleasure.
“Ah, fuck, yes.”
He pumped harder. Faster.
“Fuck…this cunt...”
The words were dirty. Wrong. And another wave of heat swirled inside my stomach. His grunts filled the room. Animalistic. Louder. His hips never stopping.
“Can I come inside you, Soph?” the words barely escaped.
I should say no. But my head was swamped with sensations I didn’t have words for.
“Tell me, Grey,” his words were thick with darkness. A man on the very edge.
“Yes,” I breathed, something carnal taking over in my brain. “Come in me, Ry.”
“Fuck,” he growled, pressing hard into me.
