She came home from work already wet, her panties stuck to her slit from thinking about the filthy stories shed read on her phone during lunch. The kind of short smut reads that got straight to the pointno romance, just cock and cunt and getting used. She kicked off her heels and found him in the kitchen, beer in hand. He took one look at her flushed face and knew.
Skirt up. Now, he said, voice low and rough.
She hiked the tight fabric over her hips without a word, bent forward over the counter, and spread her legs. Her ass cheeks parted, showing him everything. He stepped behind her, unzipped, and slapped his thick cock against her bare ass a few times, letting her feel the weight of it. Then he shoved two fingers straight into her pussy, no teasing, just knuckle-deep and twisting.
Fuck, youre dripping already, he muttered. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on her thigh, and lined his cock up. One hard thrust and he was buried to the balls. She grunted, forehead pressed to the cool countertop as he started pounding her right there, hips slapping loud and fast against her ass. No buildup, no sweet talkjust relentless, wet thrusts that made her cunt squelch around him with every stroke.
He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her like he was trying to wreck her. The counter edge dug into her stomach but she didnt care; she pushed back, meeting every slam. Harder, she gasped. Use that cunt. He answered by yanking her hair, arching her back, and driving in even deeper. His balls slapped her clit on every thrust, sending sharp sparks through her.
After a minute he pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees. Clean it. She opened her mouth and took him in, tasting her own slick all over his shaft. He held her head and fucked her throat in short, rough strokes until spit ran down her chin and onto her blouse. When he was good and coated again he hauled her up, bent her back over the counter, and slammed home once more.
This time he reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he fucked her. Her legs shook. She came hard, cunt clamping down on him, a sharp cry ripping out of her throat. He didnt slow down. He kept pounding through her orgasm, chasing his own, grunting filthy praise. Thats it, milk my cock, you greedy little slut.
He pulled out at the last second, spun her to face him, and stroked once, twice before shooting thick ropes across her stomach and the bunched-up skirt. Some landed on her pussy lips too. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess, smearing it over her swollen clit while she twitched from aftershocks.
They stayed like that a moment, breathing hard. Then he tucked himself away, gave her ass a sharp slap, and said, Dinners in the oven. Go clean up if you want more later. She straightened her clothes, cum still sticky on her skin, already thinking about the next short smut read shed scroll through on her phone and how shed make him act it out exactly the same wayraw, fast, and exactly what she needed.
