She spotted him across the bar the second he walked in. Tall, dark, built like he could break her in half. Fiona’s red hair was pulled back tight, her green eyes locked on the bulge already showing in his jeans. She didn’t waste time. Two drinks later she had her hand on his thigh, whispering exactly what she wanted.
“Take me somewhere and fuck me with that black cock. I want it raw and I want it deep.”
He didn’t smile. He just grabbed her wrist and led her out. They barely made it to his apartment before clothes started hitting the floor. Fiona dropped to her knees the moment the door closed. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, and already hard. She wrapped both hands around it and still couldn’t cover the whole length.
“Fuck, it’s huge,” she muttered, then opened wide and took the head into her mouth. She gagged almost immediately but kept pushing, spit running down her chin as she worked more of him in. He grabbed her red hair and started thrusting, using her mouth like a toy.
“Take it all, slut,” he growled. “Show me how bad that redhead pussy needs black dick.”
She moaned around his shaft, eyes watering, throat stretching. When he pulled out she gasped for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock.
He hauled her up, bent her over the couch, and slammed inside in one thrust. Fiona screamed. The stretch burned and felt perfect at the same time.
He didn’t ease up. He fucked her hard, hips slapping against her ass, the wet sound of her cunt taking every inch loud in the room. “Deeper,” she begged. “Split me open.” He grabbed her hips and drove in until his balls slapped her clit with every stroke. She came fast, legs shaking, pussy clenching around him.
He flipped her onto her back on the floor, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and kept pounding. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her clit while he used her, another orgasm building fast. “Fill me up,” she panted. “I want that black cum.”
He lasted longer than she expected, switching positions again and again. Doggy on the bed. Riding him while he slapped her ass. Against the wall with her feet off the ground. Every time she thought she couldn’t take more he gave her another inch, another hard thrust, another filthy command. By the time he finally came she was a mess, cum leaking out of her stretched pussy, red hair stuck to her sweaty face.
She didn’t leave right away. She stayed on her knees and cleaned his cock with her tongue, tasting herself and his load mixed together. He got hard again and she climbed back on, riding him slow and dirty until they both came a second time. When she finally walked out on shaky legs, her thighs were sticky and her cunt was sore in the best way.
She already knew she’d be back for more.
