Kakashi pushed the door shut behind them, the click of the lock echoing like a promise in the dim room. His visible eye locked on her, the mask still in place, but the hunger in that gaze stripped her bare faster than any hands could. "Strip," he said, voice low and rough, no room for argument. She obeyed, peeling off her clothes while he watched, the air thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation.
When she was naked, he stepped closer, gloved fingers tracing her collarbone before yanking the mask down. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue demanding, teeth nipping at her lower lip. He tasted like smoke and something sharper, and she moaned into it, already wet from the way he dominated the space between them. His hands roamed without hesitation, cupping her breasts, thumbs flicking over her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
"Turn around," Kakashi ordered, spinning her to face the wall. He pressed against her back, the hard line of his cock grinding through his pants against her ass. One hand slid down her stomach, fingers parting her folds to find her clit. He rubbed in tight circles, not gentle, building the heat fast. "So fucking wet already. You been thinking about this?" She nodded, pushing back against him, and he rewarded her with two fingers thrusting inside her pussy, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.
He fucked her with his hand until she was panting, juices coating his knuckles. Then he freed his cock, thick and veined, and rubbed the head along her slit. No warning—he slammed in deep on the first thrust, filling her completely. She cried out, walls clenching around him as he set a relentless pace, hips snapping forward, balls slapping her skin. Each drive shoved her against the wall, her tits rubbing the cool surface while he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise.
"Fuck, you take it so good," he growled, reaching around to pinch her clit again.
The dual sensation pushed her over, orgasm ripping through her in waves, pussy pulsing and dripping down his shaft. He didn't stop, pounding through her climax until she was shaking. Pulling out, he flipped her to face him, lifting her leg to hook over his arm and sinking back in.
This angle let him go deeper, his cock dragging against her inner walls with every stroke. Sweat slicked their bodies as he fucked her standing, mouth latching onto her neck to suck marks into the skin. She clawed at his shoulders, urging him harder, and he obliged, grunting with effort. "Gonna fill you up," he warned, pace turning erratic. He buried himself to the hilt and came, hot pulses flooding her, some leaking out around his cock as he kept shallow thrusts to milk every drop.
They collapsed onto the futon afterward, but he wasn't done. Kakashi rolled her onto her back, spreading her thighs wide to watch his cum trickle from her. He dipped two fingers in, scooping it out and smearing it over her clit before lowering his mouth. His tongue lapped at her, tasting their mixed release, sucking her swollen bud until she came again, thighs clamping around his head.
He rose up, cock already hardening once more, and straddled her chest. "Suck it clean," he said, feeding the length into her mouth. She took him deep, tongue swirling over the head, tasting herself and him. He fucked her throat in short thrusts, hand fisting her hair, until he pulled back and painted her tits with another load, thick ropes streaking her skin.
Later, as the night stretched on, he took her from behind again on all fours, this time slower but no less filthy, describing exactly how her cunt looked stretched around him. By dawn, they were spent, bodies tangled, the room heavy with the raw scent of sex. Kakashi pulled her close, mask forgotten, and whispered that this was only the start.
