She walked into the bar like she owned the place, boots clicking on the wood floor, tight jeans hugging her ass. Jake was nursing a beer at the end of the counter when she locked eyes with him and didn't look away. Ten minutes later they were in his truck heading back to his place, her hand already rubbing the bulge in his jeans.
"Name's Sarah," she said, voice low. "And I like being on top."
Jake didn't argue. They barely made it through the door before she shoved him onto the couch and climbed on. She yanked his belt open, pulled his cock out, and spit on it right there. Her fist pumped him hard a few times, getting him fully stiff and slick.
"Fuck, you're thick," she muttered, standing just long enough to peel off her jeans and panties. She straddled him again, grabbed his shaft, and rubbed the head against her wet slit. No teasing, no slow build. She sank down in one smooth motion, taking every inch until her ass hit his thighs.
Sarah let out a low groan and started moving. She planted her hands on his chest and rode him fast from the start, hips rolling and bouncing, pussy gripping tight on every upstroke. The wet sound of her cunt sliding up and down his cock filled the room. Jake grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks while she worked him.
"Harder," she ordered. "I want to feel it tomorrow."
She leaned forward, tits bouncing in his face, and slammed down harder. Her clit ground against his pelvis with every thrust. Sweat started to sheen on her skin as she kept the pace relentless, thighs flexing, ass slapping against him. Jake thrust up to meet her, driving deeper, but she stayed in control, shifting her angle until his cock hit the spot that made her curse.
"Fuck yes, right there. Don't stop."
She rode him like that for long minutes, switching between fast bouncing and grinding circles that mashed her clit down. Her pussy got slicker, cream coating his shaft and balls. When her legs started to shake she didn't slow down. She just braced herself and kept going, breath coming in short pants.
Jake reached up and pinched her nipples hard. Sarah hissed and rode faster, using his cock like a toy built just for her. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched. She came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around him, but she didn't climb off. She kept moving through the orgasm, drawing it out until her thighs trembled.
Only then did she slow to a grind, rolling her hips while she caught her breath. Sweat dripped between her breasts. She looked down at him with a dirty grin.
"Turn over? No. Stay right there. I'm not done."
She lifted up until just the head stayed inside, then dropped back down hard enough to make them both grunt. She did it again and again, fucking herself on him with raw, wet sounds. Jake's hands roamed her body, slapping her ass, gripping her hips, but she set the rhythm. Every time he tried to take over she pinned his wrists or leaned down to bite his shoulder.
Her second orgasm built slower. She leaned back, one hand on his thigh for balance, the other rubbing her clit while she bounced. The new angle let his cock drag against her front wall. Her moans got louder, dirtier. "Gonna come on this cock again. Fuck, it feels so good."
When she came the second time her whole body shook. Her pussy squeezed him in rhythmic pulses. Jake groaned and tried to hold back, but she kept riding through it, milking him. He came with a rough curse, pumping thick loads deep inside her while she kept moving, drawing every drop out.
Sarah didn't stop right away. She rocked slowly, letting his softening cock stay buried while their mixed come leaked out around him. Finally she eased off, legs unsteady, and sprawled beside him on the couch.
She looked over with a satisfied smirk. "Told you I like being on top."
Jake just laughed, already half-hard again from watching her. She noticed and reached down, giving him a slow stroke. "Round two in the bedroom. This time I'm tying your hands."
She stood, naked and glistening, and led him down the hall. The night was just getting started.
