She spotted him across the bar, tall and built like he knew exactly what he wanted. JC Smuts. The name alone made her wet when she heard it whispered around. He caught her staring and didn’t look away. Five minutes later he was at her table, leaning in close.
“You coming with me or wasting time?” he said, voice low and rough.
She nodded and followed him out. His place was a short walk, a dim apartment with a big bed and nothing else that mattered. The door shut and he grabbed her, spinning her against it. His mouth crashed on hers, tongue pushing deep while his hands yanked her dress up over her hips.
“Fuck, no panties,” he growled, fingers sliding straight between her legs. She was already soaked. Two thick fingers shoved inside her pussy without warning, pumping hard. She moaned loud against his neck as he finger-fucked her right there, thumb rubbing her clit in fast circles.
“JC, shit,” she gasped.
He pulled his fingers out and shoved them in her mouth. “Taste that.
You’re gonna take my cock next.”
She sucked his fingers clean while he unbuckled and dropped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. He spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and kicked her legs apart. One hard thrust and he buried himself balls-deep in her cunt.
She cried out at the stretch. He didn’t give her time to adjust. JC started pounding, hips slamming against her ass with wet, filthy slaps. Every stroke hit deep, stretching her open. His hands gripped her hips tight enough to bruise.
“Take it,” he grunted. “Fucking take that dick.”
She pushed back to meet him, pussy clenching around his shaft. He reached under and slapped her clit a few times, making her jolt and moan louder. Sweat slicked their skin. He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and shoved back in missionary style so he could watch her face.
His cock drove into her over and over, balls slapping her ass. She wrapped her legs around him and clawed at his back. “Harder, JC. Fuck me harder.”
He gave it to her, grunting with each thrust, sweat dripping onto her tits. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to sting. Her orgasm hit fast and dirty, pussy pulsing around him as she came with a shout.
JC didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and flipped her again, this time on all fours on the floor. He slammed back inside from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other reaching around to rub her swollen clit.
“Gonna fill this cunt,” he said, voice ragged. His thrusts turned short and brutal. She felt him swell, then hot pulses of cum flooded her as he groaned and emptied himself deep.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. He pulled out slowly, cum leaking down her thighs. JC stood, hauled her up, and carried her to the bed without a word.
Round two started with his mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking his own cum out of her while she ground against his face. By the time he was hard again she was begging, and he gave her exactly what she asked for, raw and relentless until the sun came up.
