Mark slammed the door shut behind them and shoved Lena against the wall. "You want it hard tonight?" he growled, already yanking her shirt over her head. Her tits bounced free and he grabbed them rough, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
"Yeah, fuck me hard as hell," she said, reaching for his belt. Her fingers worked fast, pulling his cock out. It was thick and already stiff. She stroked it once, twice, then dropped to her knees and took the head in her mouth. Mark grabbed her hair and pushed deeper. She gagged but didn't pull back. Spit ran down her chin as he fucked her throat in short, hard thrusts.
"Get it wet," he ordered. She slurped louder, saliva dripping onto her bare chest. When he pulled out she stood up fast, turned around, and bent over the bed. Mark ripped her jeans and panties down in one move. Her ass was up, pussy already slick. He lined up and drove in balls-deep on the first thrust.
Lena cried out. Mark didn't slow down. He gripped her hips and pounded her, skin slapping loud and steady. Every stroke went all the way in and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back. Her juices coated his shaft and ran down her thighs. "Harder," she begged. He gave it to her, hips snapping forward like he wanted to break her in half.
He reached under and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he kept fucking. Lena's legs shook. She came fast, pussy clenching around him, but he didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove back inside. The new angle let him hit deeper. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her stomach.
Mark leaned down and bit her nipple, then sucked it hard while he kept the pace brutal. Lena clawed at his back, nails digging in. "Don't stop, don't you fucking stop," she said between moans. He answered by grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. His cock hammered her without mercy, the bed frame banging the wall.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her again, and pulled her up onto all fours. This time he spread her ass cheeks and spat on her hole before sliding two fingers in while his cock went back into her pussy. Lena pushed back against him. The double pressure made her curse and moan at the same time. Mark finger-fucked her ass in rhythm with his cock, stretching her open.
When he pulled the fingers out he replaced them with his cock. He worked it in slow at first, then faster once she relaxed. Her ass took him deep. He reached around and slapped her clit a few times, then rubbed it hard. Lena came again, body jerking, but Mark kept going. He used her ass like he owned it, long strokes turning short and vicious.
He pulled out of her ass and shoved back into her pussy without warning. The sudden switch made her scream into the mattress. Mark grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back while he fucked her even harder. The wet sounds filled the room. Her pussy was swollen and dripping, gripping him tight on every thrust.
Mark pushed her flat onto her stomach, lay on top of her, and kept pounding from behind. His weight pinned her down. He whispered filthy things in her ear: how tight she felt, how he was going to fill her up, how she was taking every inch like a good girl. Lena pushed her ass up to meet him as much as she could. The angle let him grind against her clit with every stroke.
He pulled out one last time, rolled her onto her back, and straddled her chest. She opened her mouth and he fed her his cock again. This time he fucked her face while he reached back and shoved three fingers into her pussy. Lena sucked greedily, eyes watering. When he was close he pulled out, stroked himself twice, and came across her tongue and lips. Thick ropes landed on her face. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off his fingers when he offered them.
Mark didn't give her time to rest. He slid back down between her legs and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue worked her clit while two fingers pumped inside her. Lena came again, thighs clamping around his head. He kept licking through it until she was shaking and trying to push him away.
Finally he crawled up beside her. They lay there breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and come. Lena turned her head and kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth. Mark's hand rested on her thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles.
"Round two in ten minutes," he said.
She smiled against his lips. "Make it five."
