She shoved him against the wall the second the apartment door slammed shut. "Fuck me now," she said, already yanking his belt open. Her hand went straight down his jeans and wrapped around his cock, squeezing hard. He was already stiff, thick and hot in her fist. She stroked him once, twice, rough and fast, then dropped to her knees on the dirty floor.
Her mouth took him deep on the first try. No teasing. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue flat against the underside while she bobbed her head. Spit ran down his shaft and over her fingers as she jerked the base. He groaned and grabbed her hair, pushing deeper until her nose pressed into his stomach. She gagged once but didn't pull back. Instead she held there, throat working around him, eyes watering but locked on his.
"Get up," he growled after a minute. He hauled her to her feet, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. Her skirt was already short; he flipped it up, yanked her panties down to her knees, and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. She was soaked. He pumped them fast, curling to hit the right spot, making wet sounds fill the room. She pushed back against his hand, moaning loud and filthy.
"Put your cock in me," she demanded. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He pulled his fingers out, lined up, and slammed inside in one thrust. She cried out, gripping the couch cushions. He didn't wait. He fucked her hard and steady, hips slapping against her ass, balls swinging.
Each thrust drove her forward. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he pounded her. She came fast, cunt clamping down, legs shaking, but he didn't slow down.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and pushed her knees to her chest. Her pussy was red and open. He drove back in, deeper this time, grinding at the bottom of every stroke. Sweat dripped off him onto her tits. She reached down and spread herself wider with two fingers so he could watch his cock disappearing into her. "Harder," she said. "Make it hurt."
He gave her what she wanted. The couch creaked under them. Skin slapped loud and wet. She came again, this time squirting a little around his cock, soaking his balls and the cushion. He kept going, chasing his own finish. When he was close he pulled out, straddled her chest, and jerked off onto her face and open mouth. Thick ropes landed on her tongue, her lips, her chin. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her fingers while he watched, breathing hard.
They didn't talk much after. She wiped her face on her shirt, stood up, and pulled her panties back on. He tucked his cock away. At the door she looked back once. "Same time tomorrow," she said. Then she left.
He stood there with the smell of sex still thick in the air, already getting hard again thinking about round two.
