In the dim glow of a flickering neon sign outside his downtown loft, she dropped to her knees without a word. The city noise hummed through the thin walls, but all she heard was the rasp of his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the kind of urban dic that looked like it belonged in back-alley fantasies. She wrapped her fingers around the base and licked the head in one slow drag, tasting salt and heat.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, hips jerking forward. “Suck that dick like you mean it.” She took him deeper, lips stretching, saliva dripping down his shaft onto the floor. He fisted her hair and started thrusting, using her mouth in short, rough strokes that made her throat click. She gagged once, eyes watering, but pushed forward until her nose brushed his belt buckle.
He pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the kitchen counter. Her skirt flipped up, panties yanked aside. Two thick fingers shoved straight into her cunt, pumping fast and wet. “Already soaked,” he muttered. “Knew you were a filthy little slut the second you walked in.” She moaned and pushed back against his hand, clit throbbing. He replaced his fingers with his cock in one hard thrust, burying every inch until his balls slapped her ass.
He fucked her like he hated her, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin loud in the small room. Each stroke dragged across her g-spot and made her legs shake. She clawed at the counter, breath coming in broken gasps while he pounded deeper. “Take it,” he snarled. “Take every fucking inch of this urban dic.” She came hard, cunt clenching around him, juices running down her thighs.
He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back on the table, legs spread wide, and drove back in. Her tits bounced with every slam. He leaned down, sucked one nipple hard, then bit it just enough to sting. She reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles, chasing another orgasm while he used her hole like a toy.
Sweat slicked their skin. The table creaked under them. He pulled out, flipped her again, and shoved back into her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to pinch her clit. “Come on my cock again,” he ordered. She did, shaking and cursing, cunt pulsing. He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and unloading in thick, hot spurts that leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard, city lights painting their skin. He eased out, turned her around, and kissed her deep and slow, tongue sliding against hers. “Round two in the shower,” he said against her mouth. She smiled, already reaching for his half-hard dick again. The night was young, and so was the hunger.
