“Don’t move,” he ordered. He peeled off the rest of his clothes, then climbed onto the bed between her knees and shoved two fingers into her cunt.

Though she was damp, she was far from ready, and she let out a cry of shock and pain. Her legs instinctively tried to close against him, but he pinned her thighs down with his knees and fucked her with his fingers until she was moving her hips in time with his hand.

He dragged them free and wiped them on her thigh, then caught her legs behind the knees and shoved them back. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted as she panted for breath. Her nipples were no longer soft, but tight with arousal. The rough handling was turning her on like it always did, and after a week of work headaches and missed connections, he wanted to gobble her up in big, greedy bites.

So he did.

He pushed her knees back farther so they all but crushed her breasts, then leaned down and spat on her cunt. Her shocked gasp made him grin, and he did it again, his spit glistening on her bare lips, then shoved his tongue deep.

She bucked against him, and he tightened his grip on her thighs to hold her in place. He’d missed her pretty cunt, and he was going to eat his fill.

He nibbled and sucked, licked and stroked, the taste and scent and feel of her like a drug. The more he had, the more he wanted, a glutton for pussy. She came fast, shrieking and bucking under him, but he didn’t stop.

She begged him to, babbling that she was too sensitive, that it hurt, and tried to push him away. But her safeword never crossed her lips, so he simply ordered her hands back on the headboard and shoved his face back into her cunt.

When she’d come again, shaking and pleading, he wiped his face on her belly, rose to his knees, and shoved his dick into her.

She was wet from his mouth and two orgasms, but she was fighting him. “Take it,” he ground out, the words so guttural they were barely distinguishable. “Come on, open that slutty cunt and take it. You know you want it. Tell me you want it.”

“I don’t,” she cried, her eyes glistening with tears as he pushed harder.

“You let those tears loose and I’ll use ’em for lube,” he warned her, pulling back slightly then working himself back in. He sank to the hilt with a grunt and stayed there, grinding against her clit while she spasmed around him.

“Want it, don’t you?” he breathed, pulling out and thrusting back in slowly. Her pussy was clinging to his cock now, wet and willing. “Yeah, you want that big dick.”