I lick eagerly, the copper tang mixing with his skin, my c**k leaking onto my stomach.
He shifts down, knife trailing lower, pressing the flat against my balls...teasing, threatening...before flipping it to trace my hole.
'Ever been f****d by steel?' His voice is low, dangerous.
I nod, spreading my legs wider, heart pounding. He works the tip in slow, cold metal invading me, stretching just enough to burn without cutting deeper. I gasp, clenching around it, the sensation alien and intense...pain blooming into something filthy and electric.
But he doesn't linger; tosses the knife aside and lines up his c**k instead, slamming home in one thrust. No prep, just raw possession...my ass yielding to him, still tender from last night.
'f**k, you're tight even after I wrecked you.'
He pou
