Lena climbed onto the bed and grabbed Mike's thick cock at the base, lining it up with her wet pussy. She sank down hard, taking every inch in one go. "Fuck, that's it," she growled, planting her hands on his chest and starting to ride. Her hips rolled fast, slamming down so her ass slapped against his thighs. Each bounce made her tits jiggle, and she squeezed her inner muscles tight around his shaft, milking him with every stroke.
She leaned forward, grinding her clit against his pubic bone while she worked his cock deep. "You like how my pussy grips you?" she asked, voice rough. Mike groaned and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks wider so she could drop even lower. Lena picked up speed, riding like she was chasing something. Sweat slicked her skin. Her breath came in short bursts. She loved the way his cock stretched her, the wet sounds filling the room every time she lifted and dropped.
When she felt him twitch inside her, she slowed just enough to edge him, circling her hips in tight, dirty grinds. "Not yet," she warned. "I want to come on this dick first." She straightened up, reached down, and rubbed her clit in fast circles while she bounced harder. Her thighs burned but she kept going, chasing the heat building low in her belly. When it hit, she threw her head back and cursed, pussy pulsing around him in strong waves.
Mike flipped her onto her back before she caught her breath, but Lena wasn't done.
She pushed him down again and straddled him reverse, facing his feet. She reached between her legs, guided his cock back inside, and started riding backward. Her ass flexed with every thrust. She leaned forward on his shins for leverage, slamming down so his cock hit the right spot over and over. "Deeper," she demanded. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He met her halfway, thrusting up while she dropped. The angle let her take him all the way to the hilt. Her second orgasm built slower but hit harder. She shook on top of him, thighs trembling, still moving through it because stopping felt impossible. When Mike finally came, she stayed seated, rocking gently to milk every drop while his cock pulsed inside her.
Later that week she met up with her friend Tara at the bar and they ended up back at Tara's place with two guys from the pool hall. Lena took the taller one first, riding him on the couch while Tara sucked the other guy's cock beside them. Lena's story spilled out between moans. "I love being on top," she said, bouncing steadily. "I control how deep it goes, how fast. I can feel every vein when I squeeze." She demonstrated by tightening around the cock inside her, making the guy curse.
Tara laughed low and dirty, then climbed on her own guy. The two women rode side by side, trading glances. Lena reached over and pinched Tara's nipple, making her friend moan louder. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping and wet pussy taking cock. Lena came first again, grinding down hard and holding still while the orgasm rolled through her. Then she slid off, knelt, and sucked her guy clean before switching places with Tara.
By the end of the night both women were sore and satisfied, swapping stories about favorite positions while they caught their breath. Lena kept coming back to the same truth: nothing beat the control and the stretch of riding dick until her legs gave out and her pussy ached in the best way.
She carried that hunger into every new encounter after that. Whether it was a one-night stand or a regular fuck buddy, Lena always ended up on top, setting the pace, taking what she wanted, and riding until both of them were wrecked and grinning.
