She spotted him across the bar, thick arms covered in dark curls that spilled out from under his rolled sleeves.
His shirt stretched tight over a broad chest she could already picture matted with the same coarse hair. When he caught her staring he just grinned, teeth flashing white against a stubbled jaw, and nodded toward the door. No small talk needed. She followed him out like she’d been waiting for this exact kind of man.
His apartment was small and smelled like soap and sweat. The second the door shut he yanked his shirt off and she saw it all: a dense pelt of black hair covering his pecs, trailing down his stomach and disappearing into his jeans. It even crept over his shoulders and onto his upper back. She stepped in close and ran both hands through it, fingers disappearing in the thick mat. He growled low in his throat and grabbed her ass, pulling her hard against the hard bulge in his pants.
“Get naked,” he said, voice rough. She stripped fast, letting him watch. He shoved his jeans down and his cock sprang out, already thick and veined, the base surrounded by the same dark wiry hair. His balls hung heavy and furry beneath it. She dropped to her knees without being told and buried her face in that bush, breathing in his strong, musky scent while her tongue dragged over his shaft.
He let her suck him for a minute, one big hand gripping her hair, hips rocking slow so she could feel every inch slide over her tongue. Then he hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. His hairy chest pressed against her back as he kicked her legs apart. One thick finger slid through her wet folds, testing, then two pushed inside, stretching her while his thumb rubbed her clit in rough circles.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he muttered. She heard him spit into his palm, then felt the blunt head of his cock nudge her entrance. He didn’t ease in. One hard thrust buried him to the balls and she cried out, gripping the couch cushions. His heavy, hairy sack slapped against her with every stroke. The coarse hair on his thighs rasped against her smoother skin as he pounded her, one hand reaching around to pinch her nipple while the other held her hip hard enough to bruise.
He flipped her onto her back on the floor without pulling out, dropping down over her so she was surrounded by that thick pelt. She ran her hands up his chest, fingers twisting in the hair, tugging it while he fucked her deep and steady. Sweat made the curls stick to his skin and she licked a stripe through it, tasting salt. His weight pinned her, the constant scratch and tickle of his body hair driving her higher every time their skin slid together.
She came first, clenching around his cock, thighs shaking. He kept driving into her through it, grunting, until he pulled out at the last second and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits. Some of it caught in the dark hair on his own lower belly. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess on her skin, smearing it, then pushed two fingers into her mouth so she could taste him.
They stayed on the floor a while, breathing hard. She traced patterns in his chest hair with lazy fingers while his cock softened against her thigh, still half-hidden in that dense bush. When he got hard again he flipped her onto her hands and knees and took her from behind, slower this time, one arm hooked under her so his hairy forearm pressed against her tits. He reached down and rubbed her clit with callused fingers until she came again, shaking and cursing.
Later, in his bed, she straddled him and rode, watching the way his thick body hair spread across the sheets beneath them. He gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks, and let her use him until she was slick and spent. When he came he pulled her down onto his chest so she could feel every pulse while his hairy arms wrapped around her.
She left in the morning with his scent still on her skin and faint red marks from where his stubble and body hair had rubbed her raw. She knew she’d be back. There was something filthy and perfect about the way that much hair felt sliding over her, inside her, all over her. She already wanted another round with the hairy guy who fucked like he was claiming territory.
