Jenna shoved Mark flat on his back and climbed over him without a word. She was already wet, her pussy slick from the way he’d been eating her out minutes earlier. She grabbed his thick cock, lined it up, and sank down in one slow push until her ass met his thighs.
“Fuck, that’s deep,” she muttered, rolling her hips to feel every inch stretch her open. Mark’s hands went straight to her waist but she slapped them away. “No. You don’t touch unless I say.”
She started riding him hard, lifting almost all the way off before dropping back down. Each time his cock bottomed out she let out a low grunt. Her tits bounced with the motion, nipples tight. She leaned forward, palms on his chest, and ground her clit against the base of his shaft on every downstroke.
Mark groaned under her. “Jesus, Jenna, your pussy’s gripping me like a fist.”
“Shut up and take it,” she answered, speeding up. She fucked him in short, brutal strokes, ass slapping against his legs. Sweat slicked her skin. She could feel her own juices running down his balls. Every time she slammed down she circled her hips, working the head of his cock against her front wall until her thighs started to shake.
She sat upright again, hands on her own knees, and bounced faster. Her pussy made wet, filthy sounds every time she took him. Mark’s cock was rock-hard and twitching inside her.
She reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles while she rode.
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” she warned, voice rough. “I’m not done using this dick.”
She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs, changing the angle so his cock dragged over that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust. Her moans got louder, more desperate. She could feel the orgasm building low in her belly, tight and hot. She chased it, slamming down harder, faster, until her legs burned.
When it hit she went rigid, pussy clamping down hard around him. A gush of wetness soaked his cock and balls. She kept grinding through it, milking every pulse, breath coming in sharp gasps.
Mark’s hands fisted the sheets. “Fuck, Jenna, I can’t—”
She dropped forward again, chest to chest, and whispered against his mouth, “Come inside me. Fill me up.”
He thrust up hard, once, twice, and then he was pulsing deep in her cunt, hot spurts flooding her. She stayed seated, rolling her hips slowly to work every drop out of him while her own aftershocks fluttered around his cock.
When she finally lifted off, his cum leaked out of her and down her thigh. She collapsed beside him, breathing hard, one leg draped over his. Mark turned his head and kissed her shoulder.
“Next time,” she said, voice still hoarse, “I’m tying your wrists first.”
He laughed, low and satisfied. “Whatever you want.”
