Jake slammed the door behind him after a twelve-hour shift at the garage. His hands were still black with grease when he spotted her on his couch. Lisa, the neighbor from down the hall, had let herself in with the spare key he’d given her months ago for emergencies. She wore nothing but one of his old t-shirts, the hem barely covering her ass. Her legs were spread wide and she was already rubbing her clit with two fingers.
“Lock the door and get your cock out,” she said. No hello. No small talk.
Jake dropped his tool belt. He unzipped, pulled his dick free, already half-hard from the sight. He walked straight over, grabbed her by the hair, and shoved his length into her open mouth.
She took it deep on the first try, gagging once before settling into a wet, sloppy rhythm. Spit ran down her chin onto the t-shirt.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled. “Suck it like you mean it.”
She did. Her tongue worked the underside while her hand pumped the base. Jake thrust his hips, fucking her face until tears streaked her makeup. When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected his cock to her lips.
He yanked the shirt over her head. Her tits bounced free, nipples tight. He pushed her onto her back, spread her thighs, and drove two fingers straight into her cunt. She was soaked. He pumped them hard, curling to hit the spot that made her hips jerk.
“More,” she panted. “Give me your dick.”
Jake lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Lisa’s back arched. He didn’t ease in. He fucked her like he was trying to break the couch, each stroke bottoming out with a wet slap. Her tits shook with every impact. She clawed at his back, nails digging in.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Use that fucking hole.”
He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in. Doggy always let him go deepest. He gripped her ass cheeks, spread them, and watched his cock disappear into her stretched pussy. The sound was obscene—wet squelching, skin slapping, her moans turning into broken curses.
“Fuck, your cunt’s gripping me like a vice,” he said. He reached under and pinched her clit. She came hard, legs shaking, juices running down his balls.
He didn’t stop. He pulled out, spat on her asshole, and pressed his thumb in. She pushed back against it.
“Want me in there too?” he asked.
“Do it.”
He switched holes without warning. Her ass was tighter. He worked in slow at first, then picked up speed once she relaxed. He reached around and shoved three fingers back into her pussy so she was stuffed in both places. Lisa screamed into the cushion, coming again, her ass clenching around his shaft.
Jake pulled out and dragged her to the floor. He sat on the edge of the couch and made her straddle him reverse. She sank down on his cock again, riding hard. He slapped her ass red, then reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
“Ride it like you’re trying to break it,” he ordered.
She did. Sweat slicked her back. Her hair stuck to her face. Every time she dropped down he met her with an upward thrust. The room smelled like sex and sweat.
He pushed her off, stood, and bent her over the arm of the couch. He fucked her standing, one hand on her hip, the other pulling her hair. His balls slapped her clit with every stroke. She came a third time, voice hoarse.
Jake felt his own orgasm building. He pulled out at the last second, spun her around, and shoved his cock back into her mouth. She sucked greedily. He came in thick pulses down her throat. She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean while he twitched.
They didn’t talk much after. She stayed on the floor catching her breath. He grabbed two beers from the fridge, handed her one, and sat beside her. They drank in silence for a minute.
Then she looked at his cock, already starting to swell again.
“Round two?” she asked.
Jake set the beer down.
“Get on your knees.”
