A firm hand glides up my back to the spot between my shoulder blades and pushes me down. I follow where he wants me, with my face and chest pressed flush against the mattress and my hips in the air. I stifle a loud moan by biting down my lip. My hands tightly grip the soft white sheet. The position is so lewd, my back so arched, allowing deep penetration that makes us both curse. And then I feel it. The metal barbell glides inside me in and out, hitting a dangerous and very delicious spot I never thought could ever be touched.
"That's… Oh, my god. Gio—I—"
"Ah." Thrust. "Yes, baby." Thrust. "I knew you'd like that." Thrust. He goes fast, pushing me to the edge, punishing me with sure strokes that make me go wild with need. He'd pull almost all the way out, the barbell sliding against my inside, against the bundle of nerves that lights me up when he pushes into me again.
