Kneeling between her spread thighs, I wrap my hand around my heavy, aching length and stroke slowly as I watch her. ThenI lean forward and notch the pierced head at her entrance. Her lips part on a soft gasp.
“You sure?” The words come out low and strained. I’m holding myself back by a thread, every muscle coiled tight. “I need to hear it, Sienna. Tell me you want me to ruin this pretty pussy and fuck you raw.”
Her hand replaces mine, fingers wrapping around my thick cock, stroking with slow, teasing pulls. Her thumb brushes over my leaking slit, and it sends fire racing up my spine.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, eyes locked on mine as she continues stroking me. “I want you to fuck me, Milo. I want you to fill me up until your cum is leaking down my thighs, and I’m dripping with your release.Please.”
Her words snap my last thread of control.
A flash of baby-blue silk catches my eye—her bridesmaid dress crumpled nearby. A wicked, possessive idea blooms instantly. I grab it, gathering the soft fabric in my hands. Sienna’s eyes widen, her lips parting on a shaky exhale as I gently guide her wrists above her head.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, staring into her eyes.
She nods once, then twice, her gaze never wavering.
“Do you remember what you said at the airport?”
“I said a lot of things at the airport…”
A smile tugs at my lips as I wrap the silk around her wrists in a firm yet careful knot, then loop the long end around the lounger's slatted back, securing her in place. The baby blue looks beautiful against her flushed skin. She tugs once, testing it, and lets out a needy whimper.
Leaning back, I drink in the sight of her naked, bound, open, and trembling with want beneath the moonlight. My cock throbs hard, a bead of pre-cum sliding down my length.
“All that fire, telling me I could never out-restrain you…” I smile wickedly, running my tongue along my lower lip. “Yet who’s the one tied up now?”
Her cheeks flush deeper, thighs clenching restlessly. “Milo…”
I push forward slowly, rubbing the pierced head up and down her slick folds, letting the cool metal drag over her swollen clit. She arches with a gasp, eyes fluttering but fighting to stay on mine.
Then I sink into her, inch by thick inch, never breaking eye contact. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry as I stretch her open, her tight, wet heat gripping me so perfectly that I forget how to breathe.
“You’re taking me so fucking perfectly,” I groan, sinking deeper until I’m buried to the hilt. The curved barbell presses right against her cervix while the one at my base grinds against her clit. “This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it, baby?”
We both go still, chests heaving, foreheads locked together. Being buried inside her is almost too much—scorching, impossibly tight, and alive with rhythmic pulses that grip me. Every subtle flutter of her walls sends electricity up my spine, but it runs deeper than just the physical.
My heart is hammering for reasons that have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with her.
“Move,” she pleads, her hips straining desperately. “Please. I need you to move. I need?—”
I pull back almost all the way, then thrust back in deep and steady, building a rhythm that makes her back arch off the cushion. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin fills the night air, mingling with her broken moans and my low groans.
“Harder,” she begs, her voice cracking with desperation. “Please fuck me harder, Milo. I need it so bad.”
“Not yet,” I whisper, slowing to torturous, shallow strokes as I kiss along her jaw and back to her mouth. “I want you begging so pretty for me. You can do that, can’t you, baby? Beg me.”
Her gaze holds mine, hazy with need. “Please… I need you. I need to come—oh my God. Please don’t stop.”
I thrust deep and grind against her, kissing her through every whimper and moan. Her walls clench around me like a vise, clamping so damn hard it borders on pain.
“Good girl,” I praise, my voice filthy and low. “Squeezing me so tight, even when I make you wait. You love being edged, don’t you? Love feeling me stretch this greedy cunt open as I own every inch of you.”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” she nods, breathless. “Please let me come.”
I start moving again—slow, deep rolls that grind my piercing right against the spot that makes her tremble. My mouth latches onto her nipple, sucking hard while my thumb circles her clit with merciless pressure.
She’s a whimpering, flushed, trembling mess beneath me, and it’s a beautiful fucking sight to behold.
“Come for me,” I command against her breast, the words vibrating against her skin. “Come on my cock like the good girl you are. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
