The sheets were twisted around Lara’s legs, half on, half off the bed. She lay flat on her back now, knees bent and spread wide, garter straps stretched tight across the tops of her thighs. Her chest rose and fell fast, nipples still hard and dark, skin flushed from neck to stomach. Sweat made little shiny trails between her breasts. My body hovered over hers—weight on one forearm beside her head, the other hand resting low on her hip. My dick rested heavy against her inner thigh, rock-hard again, tip brushing her wet folds every time she shifted.

"Please..." Lara begged, face bright red. Her eyes locked straight into mine, pupils blown wide. Her hips bucked up once, twice—small, desperate jerks trying to catch me. "Fuck me..."

I smirked down at her, not moving yet.

"Not enough," I said. "Beg more."

My free hand came up fast—light slap across her cheek, just enough sting to make her gasp. Before she could close her mouth I pushed my thumb between her lips. She sucked on it instantly, tongue curling around it, cheeks hollowing.

"Fuck me please..." she mumbled around my thumb, words muffled and wet. "I need your cock inside me..."

She slid her hips up and down again, rubbing her soaked pussy along my length, coating me in her slickness. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room.

"You want my dick that much, huh!?" I asked, voice low and rough.

I grabbed both her wrists in one hand and jerked them up over her head, pinning them to the mattress. Her back arched automatically, tits pushing higher toward me.

"Ahmm... yeahh..." she said, giggling through the heat, smile wide and filthy. "So much..."

I leaned closer, nose brushing hers.

"Fuck me like I’m your property," she whispered, eyes never leaving mine. "My husband is way too considerate... too slow... I like it rough." Her gaze dropped for a second, roaming over my chest and stomach. "You have a nice body too. Those abs are killer..."

I followed her eyes down—my stomach tight, muscles flexing every time I breathed.

"Is that so?" I said, smirking wider. "You want to be treated like a bitch?"

"Yes," she breathed, voice cracking with need. "Now do it..."

She bucked her hips again—frantic little rolls—trying to line me up.

"Open your mouth," I said, tone dropping to pure command.

"Ehh...?" She blinked up at me, curious, head tilting slightly. "But why?"

I slapped her cheek again—light, quick, playful sting.

"You don’t get to ask why," I told her. "Just obey like a good bitch."

Her eyes flashed—half surprise, half heat. She opened her mouth wide right away, tongue flat and waiting.

I slid two fingers inside instead of my thumb—pushing deep until I felt the back of her throat. She gagged softly once, then relaxed, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing again. Saliva pooled at the corners of her lips and ran down her chin.

The bed creaked under us again, sheets already bunched and damp beneath Lara’s back. Her wrists were still pinned above her head in my left hand, fingers locked tight around both of hers. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow like spilled ink, cheeks flushed deep pink, lips parted and shiny. The garter straps stayed clipped to her stockings, black lace digging into her thighs every time she moved.

She opened her mouth wide—tongue flat and waiting, eyes locked on mine, pupils blown dark with heat.

"Good girl," I whispered, leaning down close enough that our breaths mixed. I let a slow string of spit fall from my lips straight onto her tongue.

She didn’t flinch. Just held it there, waiting.

"Now swallow it like a good bitch," I said, staring straight down into her eyes.

*Gulp.*

Her throat moved once—slow, deliberate. She swallowed it all, then licked her lips like she enjoyed the taste.

"That’s my girl..." I murmured, voice low and rough. "And now here’s your reward."

I didn’t wait. I shifted my hips and slid my rock-hard dick straight into her slippery wet pussy—one smooth, deep push until I bottomed out.

"Ahh..." Lara moaned sharp and loud. Her whole body jerked up off the mattress, back arching, breasts pushing against my chest.

"Arghhh... take it now," I growled, starting to thrust—slow at first, letting her feel every inch pulling out and slamming back in. "You want my dick, right?"

"Yeahh... ahhh... ahh... keep fucking me now," she panted, smiling up at me through half-lidded eyes. Her legs came up fast—wrapping tight around my hips, heels digging into my lower back to pull me deeper. "Don’t stop..."

"That’s my bitch," I said, leaning down to kiss her hard.

Our mouths crashed together—wet, hungry, tongues sliding while my hips kept rocking. I released her wrists so both hands could frame her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones as I kissed her deeper. She kissed me back just as fierce—fingers tangling in my hair, nails scraping my scalp.

Her garter straps rubbed against my sides every time I thrust—thin black lines dragging over my skin. I didn’t care. Neither did she. We were too lost in it—bodies slapping together, wet sounds mixing with her moans and my low groans.

"Ahhh... ahh... yeah..." Lara moaned louder into my mouth. Her pussy was leaking hard—slickness coating my dick, running down to the sheets. Every thrust made a filthy, wet smack.

"Arghh baby... so good," I groaned, hips snapping faster. I pressed my chest down harder—her big breasts flattening against me, nipples dragging across my skin with every move.

I slid one hand down to grip her throat—not tight, just enough to feel her pulse racing under my palm. My other hand braced beside her head so I could look at her face while I fucked her.

"Look at me," I said, voice rough.

Her eyes fluttered open—glassy, desperate, locked on mine.

"You feel that?" I asked, thrusting deep and holding there for a second. "That’s all for you."

She whimpered, nodding fast. "Yes... fuck... harder..."

I gave it to her—hips slamming forward, bedframe banging the wall in rhythm. Her legs tightened around me like a vice, heels digging in, pulling me impossibly deeper.