You shove the door shut behind you and König is already on you, his massive frame pinning you to the wall. His gloved hand clamps over your mouth while the other yanks your pants down hard enough to tear the button. “Quiet,” he growls, that thick Austrian accent rough against your ear. “They’ll hear how wet you get for me.”
He drops to his knees without another word, shoves your thighs apart, and buries his face between them. His tongue drags straight up your slit, flat and greedy, then he sucks your clit hard. Two thick fingers push inside you at once, scissoring open without warning. You gasp against his palm. He fucks you with his hand fast and deep, knuckles bumping your entrance every thrust, while his tongue works tight circles that make your legs shake.
“Already dripping,” he mutters, pulling back just enough to watch his fingers disappear into you. “Such a greedy cunt. You been thinking about this all day?”
You nod frantically. He stands, spins you around, and bends you over the nearest table. The metal edge bites into your hips. You hear his belt, then the heavy sound of his cock slapping against your ass. He’s huge—thick, veined, the head already leaking. He drags it through your folds, coating himself in your slick, then notches at your entrance and shoves in.
One brutal thrust and he’s halfway buried. You choke on a moan. He doesn’t stop. He grips your hips hard enough to bruise and drives the rest of the way in, bottoming out with a low grunt. Your walls stretch around him, burning in the best way. He stays still for three seconds, letting you feel every inch, then pulls almost all the way out and slams back in.
The table scrapes across the floor with every thrust. König fucks like he’s trying to break you—deep, punishing strokes that make your ass ripple and your pussy clench. His balls slap your clit on every downstroke. One hand reaches under you to rub rough circles over that swollen nub while the other presses between your shoulder blades, keeping you flat.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he snarls. “Taking this big cock so good. You were made for it.” He leans over you, chest to your back, and bites the side of your neck. His pace never slows. Wet sounds fill the room—skin slapping, your cunt squelching around him, his heavy breathing.
He pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your back, and shoves your knees to your chest. The new angle lets him grind even deeper. You watch his cock disappear into you, glistening and stretching your lips wide. He spits on your clit and rubs it with his thumb while he pounds into you, the head of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust.
“Come on it,” he orders. “Soak my cock.”
Your orgasm hits hard—legs shaking, pussy pulsing around his thickness. He fucks you straight through it, not slowing, dragging it out until you’re whimpering. Only then does he pull out, flip you again, and push back inside from behind. This time he’s chasing his own finish. His thrusts turn erratic, hips snapping. One hand fists your hair and yanks your head back so he can growl filthy praise against your ear.
“Gonna fill this pussy. Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel it leaking out for hours.”
He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a guttural groan. You feel every hot pulse, his cock twitching inside you as he empties. He stays buried, grinding slow circles while he finishes, then pulls out just enough to watch his cum drip from your swollen hole.
König doesn’t move away. He pushes two fingers back inside, scooping his load deeper, then brings them to your mouth. You suck them clean without being told.
He watches, eyes dark behind the mask, breathing still ragged.
“Again,” he says, already hardening against your thigh. “On your knees this time. I want that mouth next.”
You drop without hesitation.
