She shoved him against the wall the second the door slammed shut. "You think you can outfuck me, asshole?" she spat, yanking his belt open. Her hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed hard. "We're settling this right now."
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "Shut up and suck it, then." He pushed her down to her knees. She took him deep in one go, no teasing, just wet heat and sloppy strokes. Spit ran down her chin while she worked him, gagging on purpose to make it messy. He thrust into her mouth, hips snapping, using her like a hole.
"Get up," he growled after a minute. He hauled her to her feet, spun her around, and bent her over the kitchen table. Her skirt flipped up, panties ripped aside. He slammed into her pussy in one thrust. She was soaked already. The sound was filthy—skin slapping, her wet cunt sucking him in.
"Fuck, that's it," she moaned, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Harder, you pussy. Show me what you've got."
He did. He pounded her, table legs scraping the floor, his balls slapping her clit with every drive. She reached down and rubbed herself while he fucked her, coming first with a loud, cursing yell.
Her walls clamped down, milking him, but he didn't stop. He kept going until her legs shook.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in. Missionary but brutal—her legs over his shoulders, him leaning in deep so she felt every inch. "You're gonna take every drop," he grunted. She clawed his back, biting his shoulder, yelling at him to fuck her like he meant it.
They switched positions fast. She climbed on top, riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce. She controlled the pace for a while, grinding and slamming down, then he took over from below, thrusting up hard enough to lift her. Sweat dripped everywhere. The room smelled like sex and skin.
He bent her over the couch next, fucking her ass with spit and slow pressure until she begged for it rough. Once she adjusted he went full speed, one hand in her hair, the other smacking her cheek. She came again, screaming into the cushions.
They kept going—floor, against the door, her riding him on the chair. He finally unloaded deep in her pussy after she squeezed him with her muscles on purpose, forcing it out of him. They collapsed in a heap, breathing hard, covered in each other's mess.
She looked over at him, smirking. "Round two in ten minutes. Loser buys breakfast."
