Chapter 4Riley’s c**k was like a battering ram, slamming into him again and again, unrelenting and unforgiving. The burn never faded but he was thankful for the grease as Riley split him in two. With every thrust, Steel was sure he’d break. With every thrust, he bit down on his tongue, swallowed down the blood and fresh wave of pain as well as the shout struggling to erupt from him. Riley’s breath was harsh and rapid in his ear, coarse and low like a rutting animal.
Steel didn’t want him to stop. Would never dream of begging him to slow down, to show mercy, to allow air to pass into his crushed lungs. He struggled to breathe with his face in the pillow, the top of his head hitting the plank of wood with every thrust, but he refused to look up. This was the agony, the terrible ache he’d be
