She spotted him across the bar, some quiet guy nursing a beer like he was waiting for permission. Jenna didn't do waiting. She downed her shot, pushed through the crowd, and planted herself right in front of him. "You're coming with me," she said, no smile, just that hard stare that left no room for bullshit. Her hand grabbed his wrist and yanked. He followed, eyes wide, already half-hard from the way she moved like she owned the night.
In the cab she didn't waste time. Her fingers unzipped him right there in the backseat, pulling his cock out and stroking it rough and fast. "Don't talk," she ordered when he tried to say something. "Just get hard for me." She leaned in, spit on the head, and worked him with a tight fist until he was throbbing and leaking. The driver pretended not to watch, but she didn't care. By the time they hit her building she was already wet and impatient.
Inside her apartment she shoved him against the door and dropped to her knees.
Her mouth took him deep in one go, no teasing, just wet heat and suction. She gagged herself on purpose, letting spit run down his balls while her tongue pressed hard under the shaft. "Fuck my face," she growled around his cock, and when he hesitated she grabbed his hips and slammed them forward until his tip hit the back of her throat. She pulled off only to bark, "Harder, you pussy. Use it." He got the message and started thrusting while she held still and took it, eyes watering but never breaking contact.
She stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stripped fast. Naked, she pushed him onto the couch and climbed on. No foreplay, no slow grind. She lined his cock up with her soaked pussy and sank down in one motion, taking every inch. "Goddamn, that's it," she hissed, already rolling her hips in hard circles. Her nails dug into his chest as she rode him like she was punishing him, slamming down so her ass slapped loud against his thighs. Every time he tried to touch her she slapped his hands away. "Mine tonight. You just lie there and take this pussy."
Jenna leaned forward, one hand around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his eyes widen. She fucked him faster, grinding her clit against him on every downstroke. "You feel how wet I am? That's from owning your cock." She reached back and cupped his balls, tugging them firm while she bounced. Sweat slicked her skin, her tits bouncing hard with each thrust. When he got close she stopped dead, clenching around him. "Don't you dare come yet. I'm not done."
She flipped them, getting on all fours and looking back over her shoulder. "Fuck me from behind. Hard. And don't stop until I say." He gripped her hips and drove in, the angle letting him hit deep. Jenna pushed back to meet every thrust, growling filthy encouragement. "That's right, pound that pussy. Make it sore." She reached under to rub her clit in tight circles, getting louder, voice raw. Her walls fluttered and then she came hard, cursing and shaking, but she didn't let him slow down. "Keep going. Fuck me through it."
She pulled off, turned, and shoved him onto his back again. Straddling his face this time, she lowered her dripping cunt onto his mouth. "Lick. Suck my clit." Her hips rocked while she reached back to stroke his cock, keeping him right on the edge. Every time he got too close she squeezed the base tight. "Not yet. I decide when you come."
After she came again on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, she slid back down and impaled herself once more. This time she rode him with everything she had, fast and brutal, tits bouncing, hair wild. "Fill me up," she ordered, voice hoarse. "Shoot that load deep." He groaned and exploded inside her, hips jerking. Jenna kept grinding through it, milking every drop until he was twitching and spent.
She stayed on him a minute, catching her breath, then climbed off and sprawled beside him. "Not bad," she said, already sounding ready for round two. "Rest five minutes. Then I'm using that mouth again." Outside the window the city lights kept moving, but in her apartment the only thing that mattered was how long she decided to keep him there.
