Her voice was a raw, desperate groan that cut through the thick air of the bedroom. "Please, fuck me now, John." The words weren't a request; they were a command from her dripping cunt.

John looked down at her, sprawled across the rumpled sheets. Her tits, heavy and begging for attention, rose and fell with each pant. Her nipples were hard little pebbles. He could see the slick shine of her arousal glistening on her inner thighs. That sweet, musky scent of her pussy was driving him wild.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her lace panties, tearing them down her legs with a rough jerk. Her cunt lips, plump and swollen, were already glistening and parted for him. A low growl rumbled in his chest. He used his fingers first, spreading her open, watching her cream coat his knuckles. The sound was filthy—a wet, sucking squelch as he pushed two thick digits inside her tight heat.

"Fuck, you're so damn wet for it," he grunted, curling his fingers to find that spongy spot deep inside her. Her back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. "You want this dick? This what you're begging for?"

"Yes! God, yes, John, give it to me!" she pleaded, her hips bucking against his hand.

He pulled his fingers out, shiny with her juices, and brought them to his mouth, tasting her. Salty, sweet, perfect. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock. It was thick, veiny, and already