She shoved him back onto the bed without a word. Her hands were strong, fingers digging into his shoulders as she climbed on top. "Don't fucking move," she growled, yanking his pants down hard enough to make the zipper bite his skin. His cock sprang out half-hard, and she wrapped her fist around it, stroking rough and fast until it stiffened in her grip.
"Look at that," she said, voice low and filthy. "Already getting hard for me even though you keep saying no." She straddled his hips, pulled her panties aside, and sank down onto him in one brutal motion. Her cunt was soaking wet and tight, gripping every inch as she took him to the root. He gasped, hands flying up to push at her thighs, but she slapped them away and pinned his wrists above his head.
"Shut up and take it," she ordered, rocking her hips in hard, grinding circles. Each thrust dragged her clit against him while her pussy squeezed and milked his shaft. He tried to buck her off, but she was heavier than she looked, all muscle and determination, and every time he lifted his hips she slammed down harder, forcing him deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.
She leaned forward, tits brushing his chest, and bit his neck hard enough to leave marks. "You feel that? That's me owning your cock. You don't get to decide when you come." She rode him faster, ass bouncing, cunt making obscene squelching sounds every time she dropped. His protests turned into groans he couldn't hold back. She laughed, low and mean, and reached between them to rub her clit while she fucked him.
When he got close she stopped cold, squeezing her inner muscles until he was right on the edge, then eased off.
"Not yet," she hissed. She did it again and again, edging him until his balls ached and his voice cracked begging. Only when she was ready did she let him finish, grinding down and clenching as he pulsed inside her, flooding her with cum while she came hard around him, thighs shaking.
She stayed seated on his softening cock, breathing heavy, then leaned down and whispered against his ear, "We're not done. Flip over." She forced him onto his stomach, pulled his hips up, and shoved two fingers into his ass without warning, working him open while her other hand stroked his cock back to life. By the time she replaced her fingers with her strap-on and pushed inside him, he was hard again and leaking. She fucked him deep and steady, one hand fisted in his hair, the other reaching under to jerk him off in time with her thrusts until he came a second time, messier and louder than the first.
She pulled out, rolled him onto his back again, and straddled his face. "Clean me up," she demanded, grinding her cum-filled pussy against his mouth. He licked because she didn't give him another choice, tongue working through the mess while she rocked and moaned, coming on his face with her thighs clamped tight around his head. Only after she was satisfied did she climb off, slap his cheek once, and tell him to get dressed.
"Same time tomorrow," she said on her way out the door. "Don't be late."
