She spotted him across the bar and didn’t waste time. “You. Come here,” she said, voice low and sure, finger hooked in the air like she owned the place. He followed without question, and five minutes later they were in the back hallway, her hand already palming the front of his jeans.
“Hard already,” she muttered, squeezing his cock through the denim. “Good. I don’t have patience for slow starters.” She unzipped him right there, pulled his dick out, and stroked it with firm, deliberate pulls. “We’re going to my place. You’re going to do exactly what I say. Got it?”
He nodded, breathing hard. She didn’t smile. She just tucked him back in, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him out the door.
In her apartment she shoved him against the wall the second the door closed. “Strip,” she ordered, already kicking off her boots and yanking her shirt over her head. No bra. Her tits were full and heavy, nipples tight. She watched him fumble with his clothes, then stepped in close when he was naked. Her hand wrapped around his cock again, this time skin on skin, thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum at the tip.
“On the bed. On your back.” She pushed him down and climbed over him, still in her tight black skirt. She didn’t take it off. Instead she hiked it up, pulled her soaked panties aside, and sank onto his cock in one smooth, greedy motion. “Fuck, that’s it,” she groaned, grinding down until he was buried to the hilt. “Stay still. I’m using this dick until I’m done.”
She rode him hard from the start, hips rolling in tight circles, then lifting and slamming down. Every time she dropped she let out a sharp, filthy sound. “Deeper,” she demanded, leaning forward so her clit rubbed against him with every thrust. “Grab my ass and pull me down harder. Yeah. Like that. Don’t you fucking stop.”
When she got close she reached between them and rubbed her clit fast, eyes locked on his. “Watch me come,” she ordered. Her pussy clenched tight around him, pulsing, and she cursed through it, riding out every wave without slowing. Only after she’d finished did she let him move.
She rolled off, flipped onto her stomach, and looked back over her shoulder. “Fuck me from behind. Hard. Don’t be gentle.” He knelt behind her, shoved in deep, and she pushed back to meet every thrust. “Spank me. Right there. Harder.” The sharp cracks of his palm on her ass mixed with the wet slap of skin. “Tell me how good my pussy feels.”
“So fucking good,” he rasped.
“Better. Tell me you’re going to fill it up when I say.”
She reached back and spread herself wider for him. “Deeper. I want to feel it tomorrow.” He pounded into her exactly the way she wanted, sweat slicking their skin. When she felt him start to lose rhythm she snapped, “Not yet. Pull out and eat me.”
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, tongue working her swollen clit while two fingers pumped inside her. She reached back, grabbed his hair, and ground against his mouth. “Suck it. Yeah. Just like that. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
She came again with a low, guttural moan, thighs shaking around his head. Only then did she let him stand. She turned, dropped to her knees, and took his cock into her mouth without warning. She sucked him deep, one hand stroking the base, the other cupping his balls. “You’re going to come down my throat,” she said, pulling off just long enough to speak. “Then you’re going to fuck me again until I’m satisfied. Understand?”
He groaned and nodded. She went back to work, sucking harder, taking him all the way until her nose pressed against his stomach. When he started to thrust she pulled off and stroked him fast. “Come. Now.”
He did, thick pulses hitting her tongue. She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean before standing. “On the bed again. This time you’re on top, but I’m still in charge.” She lay back, spread her legs, and pointed. “Get inside me and don’t come until I do.”
He slid back into her soaked pussy and started thrusting. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass. “Faster. Grind on my clit. Use your hand if you have to.” Her voice stayed steady even as her breathing hitched. “That’s it. Right there. Don’t you dare slow down.”
She came a third time with a sharp cry, nails raking down his back. Only then did she allow him to finish, pulling him deep and holding him there while he emptied inside her. When he collapsed she didn’t let him roll away. She kept him pinned with her legs, stroking his hair almost gently.
“Good boy,” she said, voice finally softening. “Next time I’ll let you pick how we start. Maybe.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, already planning the next round in her head. “Rest five minutes. I’m not done with you yet.”
