Joel had her bent over the old wooden table in the safehouse before the door even latched shut. His rough hands shoved her pants down to her knees in one yank, exposing her ass to the cold air. "Been watching that tight cunt of yours all damn day," he growled, voice low and gravelly. "Now you're gonna take what I give you."
He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into her pussy without warning. She was already wet, but he didn't care about easing in. He pumped them hard and fast, knuckles bumping her clit with every thrust. "Fuck, you're dripping. Knew you'd be a slut for it."
His belt clinked open. He pulled his thick cock out, already hard and leaking. He didn't stroke it. He just lined up and shoved the head against her entrance, pushing in with one brutal thrust that made her cry out. Joel bottomed out balls-deep and stayed there, grinding his hips so she felt every inch stretching her open.
"Goddamn, this pussy's squeezing me like it wants to keep me," he grunted. He pulled back slow, letting her feel the drag, then slammed forward again. The table creaked under them. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he started fucking her in earnest—short, powerful strokes that slapped his heavy balls against her with every thrust.
She tried to push back against him but he pinned her down with one big hand between her shoulder blades. "Stay still. I'm using this hole." His voice stayed flat, dirty, no romance. Just facts. "Gonna fill you up till it's leaking down your thighs."
Joel reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, rough and direct. "Come on it. Now." Her orgasm hit fast and messy, pussy clenching around his cock. He didn't slow down. He fucked her straight through it, chasing his own release with the same steady, punishing rhythm.
When he came, he buried himself deep and stayed there, pumping thick ropes of cum inside her. He didn't pull out right away. He just leaned over her back, breathing hard, cock twitching as the last spurts emptied out.
"Clean me up," he ordered, pulling free. She dropped to her knees without argument. Joel fed his softening cock into her mouth, letting her taste the mix of them both. "Suck it good. We ain't done tonight."
He was hard again in minutes. This time he sat on the edge of the table and pulled her onto his lap, guiding her down onto his cock so she could ride him. His hands stayed on her ass, spreading her cheeks, watching where they connected. "Look at that. Taking every inch like a good girl. Bounce on it."
She did, thighs burning, while he talked her through it. "Faster. I want to hear how wet you are." The filthy sound of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft filled the room. Joel's thumb pressed against her asshole, teasing but not pushing in yet. "One of these days I'm taking that too. But tonight this cunt's enough."
He came again with a low groan, holding her down so she took every drop. Cum leaked out around his cock and dripped onto the floor. Joel didn't move her off. He just kept her seated on him, cock still inside, while his fingers played lazily with her swollen clit until she came one more time, shaking and gasping.
Later, when they finally collapsed on the mattress, he pulled her close with one arm like it was nothing. "Rest up," he muttered against her neck. "I'm waking you up in a couple hours to fuck you again." His tone left no room for argument. Just the promise of more raw, direct use.
The night stretched long after that. Joel woke her twice more—once with his mouth between her legs, licking and sucking until she came on his tongue, then again with her on her back, legs pushed to her chest while he pounded into her with the same steady, filthy intensity. He came deep every time, filling her until she was sore and sticky.
By morning light he was already dressed, but he left her with one last order. "Don't clean up. I want you feeling me all day." Then he was gone, boots heavy on the floorboards, leaving her marked and satisfied in the quiet safehouse.
