Bato shoved me face down on the mattress the second the door clicked shut. No hello, no bullshit. Just his big hand on the back of my neck and his other yanking my skirt up over my ass. "Panties off or I rip them," he said, voice already thick. I reached back and shoved them down my thighs. He kicked them the rest of the way off with his boot.
He spat on my pussy and rubbed the head of his cock through the mess. No warm-up, no fingers first. Just that fat dick pressing in until my cunt stretched around it. I grunted into the sheets. He bottomed out in one hard thrust and stayed there, grinding his hips so his balls pressed against me. "Fuck, you're tight tonight," he muttered. Then he started pounding.
Every stroke was deep and mean. The bed slammed against the wall. My tits dragged across the rough blanket with each shove. Bato grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back so he could talk right in my ear. "You like getting used like this? Yeah, you do. That pussy's dripping down my balls already." I moaned because it was true. He reached under me and slapped my clit twice, quick and sharp, then went back to gripping my hip so he could fuck harder.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my back. My legs went over his shoulders and he drove back in. Sweat dripped off his chest onto my stomach. He watched his cock disappear into me, eyes half-lidded, mouth open. "Look at that greedy hole swallowing every inch," he said. "You want it faster?" I nodded. He gave it to me faster, short brutal strokes that made my whole body jolt.
I came first, clenching around him so hard he had to slow down. He didn't stop though. Just kept fucking me through it until I was shaking. When he pulled out again he flipped me over once more, this time onto my knees. He pushed my face into the pillow and spread my ass cheeks. "Stay like that." I heard him spit again, felt it land on my asshole. One thick finger pushed in while his cock went back into my pussy. He finger-fucked my ass in time with his thrusts until I was pushing back against both.
"Want my load in your cunt or on your face?" he asked. "Cunt," I managed. He growled approval and slammed in deep a few more times before he stiffened. I felt every pulse as he emptied inside me, hot and thick. He stayed buried until he started to soften, then pulled out slow so I could feel his cum leaking out.
We didn't talk much after. He wiped me down with a towel from the bathroom, rough but not unkind. Then he lit a cigarette and handed me one. We smoked in silence while the room cooled. My thighs were still trembling. Bato looked over at me, half-smile on his face. "Same time next week?" he asked. I nodded. He stubbed the cigarette out and pulled me against his chest. His hand rested heavy on my ass, fingers tracing lazy circles. "Good girl," he said quietly. That was all I needed to hear.
