She pushed him back onto the bed the second the door clicked shut. "Clothes off. Now." Her voice was low and steady, no room for argument. Jake stripped fast, cock already hard and twitching in the air. Lena stood there watching, arms crossed under her full tits, nipples pushing against her thin top. She smiled when his pants hit the floor.
"Hands behind your head," she said. "Don't move unless I tell you."
She peeled her own clothes off slow, letting him look. Her body was soft in the right places, strong in others. Wide hips, thick thighs, a neat strip of dark hair above her pussy. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest, knees pinning his shoulders. "Open your mouth." She lowered herself until her cunt was right over his lips. "Lick. Don't stop until I say."
Jake's tongue went to work, broad and eager. Lena rocked her hips, grinding down on his face. She reached back and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking him in the same rhythm she used on his mouth. "That's it. Get it wet for me. You're going to fuck me when I want it, not before."
She came once like that, thighs shaking, juices slick on his chin. Then she slid down his body, lined his cock up with her entrance, and sank down in one smooth motion. "Fuck, that's good," she growled. She stayed still for a second, clenching around him, then started riding. Hard. Her ass slapped against his thighs with every drop. She leaned forward, hands on his chest, and used him exactly how she needed.
"Look at me," she ordered. "Watch my tits bounce while I fuck myself on your cock."
She went faster. Sweat ran down her stomach. Every time he tried to thrust up she slapped his hip. "I said don't move. This is mine." She reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles, coming again with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around him.
Lena didn't give him time to recover. She climbed off, flipped onto her back, and spread her legs wide. "Get between them. Fuck me deep. Hard. Use that cock like you mean it."
He did. She hooked her ankles behind his back and pulled him in. "Deeper.
Right there. Don't you dare come yet." Her nails dug into his ass, guiding every thrust. When he got close she squeezed down and held him still. "Not until I say."
She made him switch positions twice more. First on her knees, ass up, telling him exactly how deep and fast to go. Then riding him again, facing his feet this time, so she could watch his face while she took every inch. "Tell me how good my pussy feels," she demanded.
"Best I've ever had," he gasped.
"Damn right."
She came a third time grinding on him, then finally let him finish. "Fill me up. Now." He did, groaning, hips jerking. Lena stayed on top until he stopped twitching, then leaned down and kissed him slow and filthy.
"Next time," she said against his mouth, "you'll beg first." She climbed off, walked to the bathroom, and left him catching his breath on the sheets. The water started running. She called back over the sound, "Get some rest. I'm not done with you tonight."
