She walked through the door and dropped her keys. He was already waiting, leaning against the kitchen counter with his shirt off and his belt undone. "Strip," he said. No hello, no small talk. Just that one word. She knew the game. Her clothes came off fast—shirt, bra, jeans, panties in a pile on the floor. She stood there naked, nipples hard, pussy already wet from the way he looked at her.
"Get on your knees, good girl." His voice was low and rough. She dropped down without hesitation. He stepped forward and pulled his cock out. It was thick and hard, the head already leaking. "Open." She opened her mouth and he pushed in, no teasing. He fucked her throat in steady thrusts, one hand gripping her hair. "That's it. Take it all like a good girl. Swallow every inch."
She gagged but didn't pull back. Spit ran down her chin. He pulled out after a minute and slapped her cheek with his wet cock. "Up. Bend over the table." She stood and leaned forward, spreading her legs. He kicked her feet wider and ran two fingers through her slit. "Fuck, you're soaked. Been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I want it."
He laughed once, short and dirty. "Want what? Say it."
"I want you to fuck me."
He lined up and shoved in hard, all the way to the balls in one stroke. She cried out. He didn't give her time to adjust. He started pounding, hands locked on her hips, pulling her back onto every thrust. The table creaked. "Good girl. Take that cock. You're so fucking tight around me."
His balls slapped her clit with every stroke. She reached down to rub herself but he slapped her hand away. "No. You come when I say." He fucked harder, skin slapping skin, her juices coating his shaft. He reached around and pinched her nipple, twisting it. "You like being my good girl, don't you? Getting used like this."
"Yes," she moaned. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please let me come."
He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back on the table. Her legs went over his shoulders and he slammed back in.
The new angle hit deep. He leaned over her, one hand around her throat, not squeezing hard but holding her in place. "Look at me while I fuck you. Good girls keep their eyes open."
She stared up at him, mouth open, panting. He drove into her faster, thumb finding her clit and rubbing in rough circles. "Come now. Come on my cock like a good girl." Her orgasm hit fast and sharp. Her pussy clamped down, pulsing around him. She moaned loud, body shaking.
He didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, drawing it out until she was whimpering. Then he pulled out again, flipped her back over, and pushed back into her from behind. "Not done with you yet." He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "Tell me whose good girl you are."
"Yours," she gasped. "I'm your good girl."
"Damn right." He reached around and rubbed her clit again, rough and fast. She came a second time, harder, legs trembling. He followed right after, burying himself deep and unloading with a low groan. Hot cum flooded her, leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting through his orgasm.
He stayed inside her for a moment, breathing heavy. Then he pulled out slow and watched his cum drip down her thigh. "Clean it up." She turned and dropped to her knees again, licking his cock clean, tasting both of them. He stroked her hair. "Good girl. That's my good girl."
She looked up at him, lips shiny. He smiled, the first soft thing all night. "Shower. Then we're doing it again. You earned it."
