She walked into the bar like she owned the place, short skirt riding high on her thighs, and I knew right then I was going to fuck her. I bought her a drink, leaned in close, and told her straight. “I want to bury my cock in you tonight.” She smiled, took a slow sip, and said, “Then stop talking and take me home.”
We barely made it through my apartment door before her hand was on my dick through my jeans, squeezing hard. I shoved her against the wall, yanked her skirt up, and found she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was already wet, slick under my fingers as I rubbed her clit in fast circles. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” I growled. She moaned and spread her legs wider, grinding against my hand.
I dropped to my knees, pulled her leg over my shoulder, and buried my tongue in her. She tasted sweet and salty, and I licked her deep, sucking on her clit until her thighs shook. She grabbed my hair and fucked my face, cursing loud. “Eat that pussy, yeah, just like that.” I slid two fingers inside her, pumping hard while my tongue worked her, and she came fast, crying out and flooding my mouth.
She pulled me up, dropped to her knees, and had my cock out in seconds. Her mouth was hot and wet, taking me all the way down until her nose pressed against my stomach. She sucked sloppy and deep, gagging a little but not stopping, spit running down my balls. I held her head and thrust into her throat, telling her what a good cock-sucker she was. She looked up at me with watery eyes and moaned around my shaft.
I dragged her to the bedroom, bent her over the bed, and slammed into her from behind in one thrust. She was tight and soaked, gripping me like a fist. I fucked her hard, hips slapping against her ass, reaching around to pinch her clit. “Harder,” she begged, pushing back to meet every stroke.
I gave it to her, pounding deep until the headboard slammed the wall.
We switched positions fast. She climbed on top, sank down on my cock, and rode me like she was possessed. Her tits bounced in my face and I sucked her nipples, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. She leaned back, hands on my thighs, and ground her clit against me with every roll of her hips. “I’m gonna come again,” she panted. I grabbed her ass and thrust up to meet her until she shook and clenched around me.
I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove in deep. The angle let me hit her G-spot every time. She clawed my back, yelling filthy shit. “Fill me up, come in this pussy.” I fucked her through another orgasm, then pulled out and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits, stroking myself until I was empty.
We lay there breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. She ran a finger through my cum and licked it off, eyes locked on mine. “Round two in ten minutes,” she said with a grin. I was already getting hard again.
