He saw her at the end of the bar and didn’t waste time. “My place is two blocks away. You coming or not?” She finished her drink, slid off the stool, and followed him out without a word. The second the apartment door shut he had her against it, yanking her skirt up and shoving two fingers straight into her cunt. She was already wet.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled, pumping his fingers hard and fast while his thumb rubbed her clit. She moaned and spread her legs wider, grinding down on his hand. He pulled his fingers out, unzipped, and shoved his cock in with one rough thrust. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he started fucking her right there against the door, balls slapping her ass with every stroke.
He didn’t slow down.
He fucked her like he wanted to wreck her, hips snapping, cock driving deep. She came once, legs shaking, but he didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and slammed back in. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached under to slap her clit every few thrusts. “Take it,” he grunted. “That’s it, fucking take that cock.”
She pushed back to meet him, cunt squeezing tight. He pulled out again, dropped to his knees, and buried his face between her cheeks, tongue lapping at her soaked pussy and asshole. She whimpered when he stood back up and drove into her again, harder this time. Sweat slicked their skin. He reached around, pinched her nipples, then slid two fingers into her mouth for her to suck.
They moved to the bedroom only because the couch wasn’t giving him enough leverage. He threw her onto the mattress, flipped her onto her back, and hooked her knees over his shoulders. The angle let him bottom out with every thrust. She came again, cunt pulsing around him, and he kept pounding through it. “Gonna fill you up,” he warned, voice rough. She nodded, eyes glassy, and he unloaded deep inside her with a long groan, hips jerking as he pumped every drop.
He stayed buried for a minute, then pulled out and watched his cum leak from her. She reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while looking at him. He was already getting hard again. Round two started with her on her knees, his cock in her throat, her mascara running as he fucked her face. When he pulled her up and bent her over the dresser, he slid back into her cum-slick pussy and started all over.
They kept going until both of them were shaking and spent. No numbers exchanged. No promises. Just raw, filthy sex that ended when they were too sore to keep going. She left with his cum still dripping down her thigh and a satisfied smirk. He watched the door close and knew that was the only time it would ever happen. One shot. Exactly what they both wanted.
