Lena’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, the message from Marcus simple and direct: “Come over. Now.” She stared at it for a moment, heart hammering, then typed back a single word: “On my way.” The drive across town felt endless, her thighs pressing together as she imagined his hands on her. When she knocked on his door, it opened before her fist finished falling. Marcus stood there shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, eyes dark with hunger.
He pulled her inside without a word, slamming the door and pressing her back against it. His mouth claimed hers, tongue thrusting deep as his hands slid under her dress, gripping her ass hard enough to bruise. Lena moaned into the kiss, already wet, her nipples tightening against the thin fabric. Marcus broke away only to yank the dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but a black lace thong. He dropped to his knees, hooking the thong aside with one finger and burying his face between her legs.
His tongue was relentless, licking broad stripes over her clit before sucking it between his lips. Lena’s fingers tangled in his hair, hips rocking forward as two thick fingers pushed inside her, curling against that perfect spot. She came fast, thighs shaking around his head, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Marcus didn’t stop. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. The sound of his sweatpants hitting the floor made her clench.
He entered her in one hard thrust, filling her completely. Lena gasped, pushing back against him as he started to fuck her in deep, punishing strokes. His hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back while the other slapped her ass, the sting blooming into heat that made her moan louder. “Harder,” she begged, and he gave it to her, pounding so the couch scraped across the floor. Sweat slicked their skin. Every slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the room.
Marcus reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. Lena’s second orgasm crashed over her, walls pulsing around his cock. He groaned, thrust deep, and came with her, hot pulses filling her as he bit down on her shoulder. They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, until he pulled out and turned her to face him. His eyes held a promise of more. “Bedroom,” he said, voice rough. Lena followed without hesitation, already aching for the next round.
