Bucky slammed her against the bedroom door, his metal hand clamping around her throat while his flesh fingers ripped her shirt open. Buttons scattered across the floor.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, voice low and rough. She did it without hesitation, already wet from the way he'd dragged her inside. He shoved two fingers straight into her cunt, no teasing, just deep and hard, curling them until she gasped. "Fuck, you're soaked already. Been thinking about this metal arm all day, haven't you?"
He pumped his fingers fast, thumb grinding her clit with every thrust. She clawed at his shoulders, hips jerking. Bucky watched her face the whole time, eyes dark, jaw tight. When her walls started fluttering he pulled his hand out and slapped her pussy once, sharp and wet. "Not yet."
He spun her around, bent her over the edge of the bed, and yanked her jeans and panties down in one move. His cock was already out, thick and heavy, the head flushed dark. He didn't ask. He just lined up and shoved in balls-deep on the first thrust. She cried out, stretching around him. Bucky held her hips in a bruising grip and started fucking her like he meant it, hard, steady strokes that slapped skin on skin.
"Take it," he growled. "That's it, good girl. Milk that cock." His metal fingers reached under her and pinched her nipple, twisting just enough to hurt. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. Sweat slicked her back. He leaned over her, biting the back of her neck while he pounded deeper, the headboard cracking against the wall.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her knees to her chest. "Look at this messy cunt," he said, rubbing the head of his cock through her folds. Then he drove back in, bottoming out so hard her breath punched out. He fucked her in that position until her legs shook, one hand on her throat again, the other rubbing tight circles on her clit.
"Come on it," he demanded. "Come on this fucking cock right now." She broke with a hoarse shout, cunt clamping down, pulsing around him. Bucky didn't stop. He fucked her straight through it, chasing his own release with short, brutal snaps of his hips until he buried himself deep and came with a low groan, flooding her.
He stayed inside her a minute, breathing hard, then pulled out slow so they both felt every inch. Cum leaked out of her, running down her ass. Bucky dragged two fingers through it and pushed them back inside her. "Not wasting a drop," he muttered. "Open your mouth." She sucked his fingers clean while he watched, eyes still hungry.
"Round two in the shower," he said, already pulling her up. "I'm not done using you tonight."
