She pushed him down on the bed, her hand already sliding between his legs. "Spread for me," she said, voice low and direct. Jake did it without hesitation, knees up, thighs open. His cock was already half-hard, lying heavy against his stomach.
Mia wrapped her fingers around it first, stroking slow and firm, thumb sliding over the head to spread the first bead of precum. "You want my fingers in your ass tonight," she told him, not asking. "Say it."
"Yeah," he grunted. "Finger my ass."
She spit on her fingers, no lube yet, and pressed two against his hole. The tight ring resisted for a second, then gave as she pushed in. Jake hissed, hips jerking. She worked them deeper, twisting, scissoring, getting him open. His cock twitched and swelled fully hard in her other hand.
"Fuck, that's tight," she said, pumping her fingers in and out.
"Your asshole's sucking me in." She added more spit, working a third finger alongside the first two. The stretch made him groan loud. She curled them, found the firm spot inside, and rubbed hard.
Jake's back arched. "Shit—right there. Don't stop."
Mia smiled, mean and turned on. She pumped her fingers faster, knuckle-deep, while she jerked his cock in the same rhythm. Precum poured out of him, slicking her fist. The wet sounds filled the room—her fingers squelching in his ass, her hand sliding over his shaft.
She pulled her fingers out, spat directly on his hole, and shoved them back in, four this time. Jake cursed, one hand fisting the sheets. "Goddamn, you're wrecking me."
"Good," she answered. She leaned down and took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking hard while her fingers kept fucking his ass in short, brutal thrusts. He tasted salty and desperate. Her free hand cupped his balls, tugging just enough to make him gasp around her.
She pulled off his cock with a wet pop. "Tell me how it feels."
"Like you're owning my fucking hole," he panted. "Deeper. Use your whole hand if you want."
Mia didn't need more invitation. She folded her thumb in and pushed, slow but relentless, until her knuckles breached him. Jake's whole body shook. Her fist was inside him now, buried to the wrist. She rotated her hand gently, then started a careful in-and-out motion that made his cock jump and slap against his belly.
"Look at you," she said, voice rough. "Taking my whole fist like a slut. Your ass is so fucking greedy."
She fisted him steadily, each thrust pressing against his prostate. His cock leaked nonstop, a puddle forming on his abs. She used that slick to stroke him faster with her other hand. Jake was making broken noises, half-words, pure need.
"Don't come yet," she ordered. "I want to feel you clench around my fist when you do."
He tried to obey, but she curled her fingers inside him again and rubbed hard. His orgasm hit without warning. His ass clamped down on her wrist, cock pulsing hard as thick ropes shot up his chest and neck. Mia kept working him through it, fist moving in short strokes, milking every drop until he was shaking and oversensitive.
She eased her hand out carefully, wiped it on the sheet, then crawled up to kiss him deep and messy. Jake tasted himself on her tongue.
"Next time," she murmured against his mouth, "I'm using my strap."
He groaned, already half-hard again. "Fuck yes."
She reached down, two fingers sliding back into his loose, used hole like they belonged there, and started all over.
