His voice was low and needy, full of wanton desire, and the sound of it made my body clench with anticipation. His hands tightened on my thighs as I closed down on him, making a sharp sound of pleasure. Dain rolled his shoulders, then started lowering me onto his hard length with excruciating slowness. I threw my head back and let the sensation drive all thoughts out of my mind, an edge of a moan on every breath as he slid himself into me, his mouth on my neck and the wall of his chest pressed against mine.

The head of him pressed into me, and then a bulge that spread me wider, the ridges only on the top and bottom. Three of those hard nubs before the first thick bulge of his cock met a second. I panted, flooded with that shivering tension, trying to keep from just straight-up orgasming before Dain was even all the way inside me. He flexed against me, and I whimpered, clutching at his shoulders. Dain kept pressing up into me, slow and inexorable, stretching me around the second bulge of his cock, the ridges dragging white lines of pleasure along with them, each nub a bright spot of sensation flaring across the walls of my core.

Then, holy fuck, a third.

With a sharp thrust of his hips, Dain slid the last few inches home, my pussy grabbing down on him. A fucking piercing pressed up against my clit, and through the incredible sensation of the heat and stretch of him inside me, I suddenly remembered finding those long barbells in his jewelry box, and made the connection between them and the hard nubs along his shaft.

"You have eight barbells through your dick?" I panted out.

Growling his pleasure without answering, Dain thrust up against me, driving himself deeper into me and making all eight pairs of hard nubs, the ball ends of the barbells, drag along my walls. I cried out, unable to help it, the sensation from the way the piercings and the ridges of his cock pressed up against my g-spot sending pleasure flaring through my whole body.

Dain shifted, switching his face to the other side of my neck, and nipped me once before starting to fuck me in earnest. Slowly at first, and then faster, the layered sensations of the three swellings of his cock, the ridges along it, and the piercings through it wiping all thoughts out of my mind. Even the feel of his strong body pressed against mine, the heat of his breath, and the low sounds of pleasure he was making fell away in the face of the sweetness of the tension that filled my body, every particle of my being focusing on that spot inside me where everything was building, like water behind a dam.