He shoved her against the bedroom wall the second the door clicked shut. "Strip," he said, voice low and rough. "Now."
She peeled her clothes off fast, no teasing, no slow reveal. Top, bra, jeans, panties all hit the floor in a messy pile. He watched her tits bounce free and her shaved pussy come into view, already glistening. His cock was rock hard in his jeans. He didn't waste time. He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her down to her knees, and freed his dick.
"Suck it like the lyrics say," he growled. "Deep. Messy. Show me how bad you want to be treated like that smut scene."
She opened wide and took him straight to the back of her throat. No hands, just wet mouth and tongue working him hard. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. He fucked her face in steady thrusts, holding her head still while he pumped between her lips. "That's it. Gag on it. Get my cock nice and sloppy."
When he pulled out, strings of spit connected her mouth to his shaft. He hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the edge of the bed. One hand between her shoulder blades pinned her down. The other spread her ass cheeks so he could see everything. Her pussy lips were swollen and dripping. He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust.
"Fuck," she gasped. He didn't let her adjust. He pounded her hard from behind, skin slapping loud and wet. Each stroke bottomed out and made her ass jiggle. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it," he said. "Take every inch like the dirty lyrics said you would."
He reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough. She came quick, cunt clenching tight around his cock, but he didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, using her orgasm to make her even wetter. When he pulled out, her hole stayed open for a second before closing. He flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and slammed back inside.
Her tits bounced with every thrust. He leaned down and sucked a nipple hard, teeth scraping. She moaned and clawed at his back. "Harder," she begged. "Treat me like the song. Use me."
He gave her exactly that. He fucked her like he was trying to break the bed, hips snapping fast, balls slapping her ass. Sweat slicked their skin.
The room smelled like sex. He pulled out again, flipped her onto all fours, and shoved back in. This time he spread her ass and pressed his thumb against her tight hole, not pushing in, just teasing while he railed her pussy.
She came again, legs shaking, voice breaking on his name. He followed right after, burying himself deep and pumping her full. Thick ropes of cum flooded her cunt and leaked out around his shaft. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow so they could both watch the mess drip down her thighs.
He didn't let her rest long. He pushed her onto her back again, spread her legs, and went down on her. Tongue on her clit, two fingers pumping the cum back inside her. She tasted like both of them. She came on his face, thighs clamped around his head. When he finally let her up, she was shaking and smiling.
"Again?" she asked, already reaching for his cock.
He grinned. "We haven't even hit the chorus yet."
