My eyes fly open.Oh my God, he wants me to count them? To feel every thick inch of him as he sinks into me and stretches me to oblivion.
“Two.” He breathes, sliding in another thick inch. The piercing drags along my inner walls, arching my back off the throw.
“Three.” I whimper, the word tumbling out on a broken moan.
“Four,” he groans, pushing deeper, jaw clenched, sweat mixing with the mist on his forehead. “Fuck. Keep counting like the good girl you are, Sienna.”
“Five.” I cry out as he sinks another inch deeper. Euphoria explodes through me, white-hot. I’m so wet I can hear the slick sound as his hips roll to adjust.
“Six,” he growls, his voice rougher. “Look at you taking me. More than halfway in and your pretty pussy is already squeezing like it never wants me to leave.”
“Seven.” I gasp, my eyes rolling back. The fullness is overwhelming now, my walls fluttering wildly around him.
“Eight,” he rasps, his voice strained with restraint as his forehead presses against mine. “Eight inches buried in this perfect pussy. You’re doing so well, baby. Taking me like you were made for it. One more inch. Count it with me, Sienna.”
“Nine.” We moan together as he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against mine. The last inch slides home, and the curved barbell at his base grinds deliciously against my clit, making it spasm beneath his touch.
“You feel like heaven,” he whispers, his voice strained. “I can feel every flutter around my cock.”
He stays buried for a few heartbeats, letting me adjust, both of us breathing hard. I can feel him pulsing inside me, and it has my walls clenching around him like a vise.
A few more seconds pass before I roll my hips into him.
“Move, Milo,” I beg. “Please. I need you to move.”
He starts thrusting—slow and deep at first, then harder, more intense. The wet slap of skin-on-skin echoes through the alcove, blending with the roar of the waterfall. Each stroke drags the piercing along my walls and grinds the barbell's base against my clit.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he groans. “So fucking tight around my cock. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
My nipples are tight, aching peaks from his words alone.
Milo leans down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth while his hand works the other, pinching and rolling. The dual sensation has me crying out.
Without warning, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, folding me further. The new angle lets him sink even deeper inside me.
“Oh my God—” I cry out as he hits a new, devastating spot.
“That’s it,” he growls, pounding into me harder. “Take it just like that.Fuck. You’re taking every inch like such a good girl.”
The position is intense. He’s so deep it borders on too much, yet the pleasure is blinding. His piercing rubs my G-spot with every powerful thrust as the base barbell grinds relentlessly against my clit.
“I’m close,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “Milo, I’m so fucking close?—”
“Not yet,” he says, shaking his head, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I want to watch you ride my cock when you come.”
Suddenly, he’s flipping us so I’m straddling him, his thick cock still buried deep inside me. The new angle forces him even deeper, pulling a loud, broken moan from my throat. I brace my hands on his broad chest, trying to steady myself.
“Ride me,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips with bruising strength. “Show me how badly you want this cock, baby. Use me. Take what you need.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I start moving, grinding down on him in slow, tight circles. The piercing at the base of his cock rubs perfectly against my swollen clit with each roll of my hips, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through me.
Milo sits up slightly, leaning back against the rock, and immediately latches onto my nipple. He sucks so hard I see stars, his tongue flicking roughly as his fingers pinch and tug the other.
“Your tits are perfect,” he groans around my nipple, his voice muffled and rough. “Look at these pretty nipples… so hard for me.”
His words ignite a fire in me.
