Mark

 

Mark reached around Stella’s waist to find the button and zipper on her jeans, undoing them with ease before shoving her pants to the ground. He shoved the hem of her shirt up to reveal her bare back up to her bra strap. He ran his hands down the smooth skin of her back, down from her shoulder-blades to the hem of her thin black underwear. She was so fucking hot, so slim yet curvy at the same time. He couldn’t wait to dig into her, but first he had to do something, something he’d been aching to do since he first laid eyes on her.

 

Mark yanked her underwear down, causing her to gasp out in surprise even though she had to know by this point what was going to happen to her. She was going to get fucked, fully and thoroughly, as deeply as Mark could manage. He wanted to tear into her, to rip her apart and make her scream and moan and clutch onto him for dear life. He wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.

 

Mark massaged her bare ass for a minute, squeezing the thick mounds of flesh between his fingers before he pulled back and smacked each cheek forcefully, making them blush red under his touch. “Mm,” Stella moaned, bending her back some more to stick her ass out further.

 

“Yeah, you like that?” Mark whispered, leaning over her prone form to lick behind her ear, dragging his tongue hotly down the flesh of her neck until she squirmed under him, her arms bending behind her to grab onto his hands and press them against her exposed hips.

 

“Fuck, yes,” Stella finally whispered in response, grinding her hips against Mark’s, rubbing her bare ass against his clothed crotch.

 

Mark couldn’t take it anymore. He had to fucking taste her, right then and there. He got on his knees, grasping hard at her thighs to keep her in place while he pushed her legs open, creating a space that he could use to shove his head right against her cunt. Stella gasped for breath above him, but he didn’t give her any more time to get ready, immediately shoving his tongue against her already-dripping lips, tasting the sweet/bitter combination of her juices.

 

“Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, suck me, please!” Stella yelled, grinding her cunt against his face until he took one of her lower lips in between his teeth, sucking as hard as he could until she wailed above him.

 

Meanwhile, one of Mark’s hands traveled between her legs, stopping to slip two fingers inside of her hole. He began pumping in and out immediately, not letting her get used to the stretch before he fucked her with his fingers, finding little nubs inside of her cunt that caused her to squeal and pound against the box with her fists whenever he brushed up against them.

 

“Please, please, I’m ready, I’m ready, just do it, ugh, please,” Stella moaned after another minute or so of this, but Mark kept at his work, licking at her clit before sucking it between his lips, latching on so hard that it must have hurt her a little bit. But she didn’t seem to mind, grinding her pussy harder against his face, getting him wet with her natural lubrication. “Ugh, do it, baby, do it to me, fuck me.”

 

Mark’s hardness began throbbing between his legs, uncomfortably straining against the zipper on his pants. He got to his feet, keeping his two fingers deeply embedded in Stella’s pussy while he used his other hand to struggle out of his pants, fishing out a condom before he let them fall to the floor along with Stella’s.

 

He finally pulled out of her cunt to use both of his hands to unwrap the condom carefully and slide it on his dick. The next second, he shoved into her without warning, going all at once so that his entire dick slid inside her. “Jesus Christ!” Stella yelled, smacking her hands hard against the box in front of her. “Oh, God, you’re big!”

 

Mark smirked to himself, moving his hips in little rotating circles at first so she could get used to his girth spreading her open. She felt so fucking tight around him, squeezing around him so much that he knew he wasn’t going to last as long as he normally would. He’d been on so many one night stands over the past couple years, but nothing compared to this—her sweet, heavenly pussy grabbing onto him like he was oxygen that her body needed to survive.

 

After another few seconds, he figured that she had enough preparation, so he began to pull out and shove back in, harder this time, pressing in as deep as he could. He must have been hitting some good spots inside of her because she wouldn’t shut up about how good it felt, how hot she was.

 

With anybody else, it would have annoyed Mark, distracting him from his own pleasure, but he enjoyed hearing her exclaim about how big and thick and juicy his cock was, how good he was making her feel. It encouraged him to go faster, shoving in and out as much as he wanted, feeling her walls quiver around him like they were vibrating with electric current.

 

“Fuck!” Stella cried out, reaching behind her own body to grab at Mark’s bare ass, digging her nails deep into his flesh. “Faster! Fucking faster!”

 

Mark began panting as he complied, slapping the side of Stella’s body in a mixture of frustration and possessive desire. He wanted her to know who the boss was here. He wanted her to know that he owned her body now, that he had control over whether or not she got to come. But of course, he didn’t want to deny her anything. He knew that she was on the verge, feeling her squeeze tighter and tighter around his cock.

 

“So fucking sweet,” he growled as he leaned over her again, latching his teeth on the back of her neck and sucking while his hips went wild, thrusting forward so hard that the box underneath Stella moved, threatening to send them both falling to the floor. But Mark wouldn’t let that happen. He pulled out without warning, leaving her whining a little desperately, still bent over the box as he stepped away.

 

The next second, he lifted her off the ground entirely, carrying her to the nearest wall and pressing her up hard against it before encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.

 

“Give it to me, yes,” Stella moaned, her eyes falling shut as Mark shoved back inside of her, achieving a different angle with the new position.

 

His legs burned as he thrusted harder, his knees hitting the wall in the process, but he just couldn’t force himself to give a fuck. His entire world was wrapped up in the hot, tight, wet pussy wrapped around him, sucking him dry. He wanted to lose himself inside of her, break apart into a million tiny pieces.

 

He wanted to give her everything. The thought made terror clutch at his heart, in a way he hadn’t felt since he’d been at war, but he ignored it, pushing it to the back of his mind. He’d freak out about that later. For now, he had a tight hole to fuck, and he wasn’t going to stop until it exploded around him.

 

Stella kept one hand wrapped around Mark’s neck, but her other traveled down between her legs, playing with her clit while Mark fucked her mercilessly. “I’m going to fucking come,” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes still screwed shut as more and more sweat coursed down from her hair.

 

She looked absolutely ruined, totally wrecked by the fucking, but Mark wasn’t satisfied yet. He wouldn’t be until she shook to pieces around him, until his cock pushed her over the edge.

 

He had a feeling he knew what would do the trick.

 

“Open your eyes,” Mark ordered her, reaching behind her head to yank at her hair until she obeyed him. “Look at me. Fucking look at me.”

 

“Unngh,” Stella moaned as she did as instructed, staring deeply into his eyes and pulling harder on his neck to tug him closer, somehow sending his cock impossibly deeper into her body. “Fuck, it’s going to happen. It’s going to fucking happen. Shit, shit, shit, fuck, ohh, ohh, unnnngh!”

 

Her cunt pulsed around him, her very heartbeat pounding against his cock from all sides, clutching around him like a vise. Mark let go of Stella’s hair, letting her collapse her weight on top of him as he pinned her against the wall with his cock, his whole body supporting hers as he shoved deeper inside of her, chasing his own orgasm.

 

She was limp on top of him, barely holding on as he went faster and rougher, shoving inside until he felt a familiar tightening at the base of his stomach and an overwhelming tingling sensation come over his balls. “Fuck,” he panted into Stella’s ear, licking her skin just to taste the salt of her sweat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, ugh, yes, shit, fuck, that fucking hole,” he groaned, going in deeper and deeper until he scraped her inner walls with the head of his cock, the heat building between his legs reaching a tremendous crescendo before it all crashed down inside of him, all of his cells screaming out in pleasure as he pulsed inside the condom.

 

“Jesus, fuck,” Stella murmured, whining a little as Mark pulled out of her and dropped her to the floor. She wavered a little bit on her feet, and Mark reached out his hands to catch her, but she eventually caught her own balance, walking over to one of the boxes and sitting down, bending over so that her head hung below her knees. “Fucking hell.”

 

Mark was tempted to ask her if she was okay, but he held himself back. Regret began to set into his chest, and he started preparing the words he always had to say to women like Stella. This wasn’t anything. This was just a fuck. Don’t go getting attached, okay?

But before he could get them out, Stella looked up at him and laughed breathlessly, her face red but beautiful in the afterglow of her orgasm. She didn’t look like she was about to beg him for commitment. She looked like she was perfectly happy, entirely content with what had just happened. If Mark hadn’t already come his brains out inside of her mere seconds before, he would have been hard again in a second, just from the way she looked.

 

Instead, Mark cleared his throat and disposed of the condom in a trashcan on the other side of the room before walking over to put his underwear and pants back on. He wiped his sweaty forehead on a hand towel he ordinarily used to clean up spills, letting his breathing go back to normal for a minute before he set about his work again, putting random bottles of whiskey and scotch and vodka on the shelves in their alphabetical position, according to brand name.

 

Meanwhile, Stella stayed put on the box, her breathing becoming more and more regular as the minutes ticked by. Mark didn’t know what he was going to do or say. He hadn’t been expecting that to happen at all, and it had been so much better than he ever could have dreamed. How was he going to stay away from her from now on, when he knew what her pussy was like? He could feel himself already grow addicted to it, like his cock was already missing the precise shape of her inner world.

 

“That was fun,” Stella said, predictably breaking the silence. She was clearly trying to sound as casual as possible, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and wiping the sweat away from her face and neck. “Maybe we could do it again sometime.”

 

It wasn’t phrased like a question. It was a statement, and a pretty confident one at that. It was like he had already fucked her a thousand times, like they’d done this before and she knew the script already. It filled Mark with a sense of relief, that Stella was always willing to bail him out with her words, that she was always willing to speak when he wasn’t.

 

He knew that she didn’t expect him to acknowledge her statement verbally, so he just nodded and shrugged, going back to business as usual like they hadn’t just fucked each other’s brains out against the wall of the cellar. Stella finally got off the box and struggled back into her panties and jeans, adjusting her shirt before she turned to walk back upstairs.

 

Mark wondered if anybody heard them, or if anybody would be able to guess that they’d fucked. He supposed that it didn’t really matter. He knew that after the fucking he gave her, Stella wasn’t going to go around messing with anybody else, but it wasn’t like he cared or anything. This had to be casual. That was the only way it was going to work out. Mark didn’t do relationships. He didn’t do feelings, and he definitely didn’t do promises. He wasn’t going to get wrapped up in something that he couldn’t handle.

 

At least, that’s what he told himself, still shaking in the aftershocks of the orgasm that wiped away all of his fear, all of the bad thoughts that otherwise plagued his brain. He knew he was going to keep doing this, fucking her as much as possible to chase this feeling, this inner peace that she’d given him.

 

There was no way he was quitting his job now, that was for sure.