Marco and I hadn't touched in months. The second his door clicked shut, it was all wrong. No small talk. Just raw, electric need.

He pushed me against the doorframe, his lips gnawing at mine. I tasted coffee and want. His hands were mean, yanking my shirt down, cupping my tits. My nipples went rock hard against his palms. "Missed your thick nipples," he grunted against my throat. He gripped my hip and his own bulge grew under denim, pressing into my thigh like a living thing.

I slid my hand down. His cock was a fat, pulsing rod, eager and massive. I squeezed it through his jeans. "Let it out," I whispered. My own cunt was already wet, thigh-sticking wet.

Soon we were naked on his bed. He went down on me like a starved man. His tongue flicked my clit like a little lizard, then slathered sloppy kisses along my wet lips. I arched and hissed. "Eat that cunt," I moaned. He drove two fingers into me, knuckle deep, curling them to find my G-spot. My hips bucked, and he wouldn't stop lapping between licks. "You taste so fucking good," he growled into my wetness. "You're dripping all over my beard. Come on my tongue."

My orgasm ripped through, a hot flash. I saw stars.

Then he flipped me. I got on all fours, my pussy bare and slick. He positioned his thick, uncut cock at the opening, then pushed. Hard. Inch by inch he filled me, spreading me apart. The burn was delicious.

"Fuck me,