Amara's back hit the foyer wall as Tony pinned her there, his hands restless from their earlier groping. He'd been under her skirt, fingers slick with her wetness, but now he pulled them free, fumbling with his zipper.
The metal hissed as he tugged it down, his hard cock popping out, thick and ready. She was too lost in the heat of it to hear anything else, like the faint creak from the stairs above.
"Feel this," Tony said, grabbing her hand and wrapping it around his shaft. "That's all for you, babe."
Amara moaned low as her fingers gripped him. His skin was scorching, pulsing under her touch, the veins bulging against her palm. Her hips rocked forward without thinking, her pussy so wet now that juice slid down her thighs, hot and sticky. "Damn, Tony," she breathed, stroking him slow.
"Yeah, you like that," Tony said, voice rough. He shoved her harder against the wall, yanking her skirt up to her waist. The fabric bunched tight, exposing her bare crotch, no panties. He stepped between her legs, grinning. "Knew you couldn't hold out. You're dying for this cock, aren't you?"
"God, just do it," Amara snapped, tugging his shaft harder. "Fuck me already."
"Hold on, babe," Tony chuckled, rough and eager. "Gonna give it to you good." He hooked her leg over his arm, lifting it high until her thigh pressed against his side. Her skirt rode up further, cool air hitting her soaked lips. He pushed her back, the wall scraping her spine through her blouse, and nudged his swollen cockhead against her slit. "Shit, you're dripping," he groaned, rubbing it up and down her folds, teasing her.
"Please," Amara whimpered, her free hand clutching his shoulder. She felt him press in, the fat tip stretching her open, slow and deliberate. "Ohhhh, fuck," she moaned, head tipping back as he sank deeper, inch by inch.
Tony was big, really big and her walls hugged him tight, every ridge of him dragging against her insides. It felt so damn good, lighting up every nerve.
"Fuck, you're tight," Tony grunted, his breath hot on her neck. He pulled back a little, then thrust in again, deeper this time, the head bumping her womb. "How's that feel, huh?"
"So good," Amara gasped, her voice shaky. "Keep going, Tony, don't stop." Her hips rolled to meet him, juice squelching as he pumped slow, letting her feel every bit of his length. She could hear it, the wet slap of their bodies, her thighs trembling against his hips.
"Yeah, you love this cock," Tony said, smirking. He grabbed her other leg, hoisting it up too, pinning her fully against the wall. Her nylons stretched tight, heels dangling as he held her there, spread wide. "Gonna fuck you silly," he muttered, starting to thrust harder. His cock plunged in, slick and heavy, her pussy stretching wide around him. The foyer echoed with the sound, slap, slap, slap, his balls smacking her ass with every push.
"Oh God, yes," Amara moaned, louder now. Her hands dug into his shoulders, nails biting his shirt. "Harder, Tony, fuck me harder." She felt him ram deep, the thick head grinding against her womb, sending jolts through her core. Her walls fluttered, soaking him, juice dripping down to her ass, pooling where her thighs met her stockings.
"Like that?" Tony panted, speeding up. His hips snapped fast, pounding her into the wall, her breasts bouncing under her blouse. "Shit, babe, you're so wet, feel that pussy sucking me in."
"Yes, yes," Amara chanted, half-delirious. Her head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut as he fucked her senseless. She could feel every inch, his cock throbbing, her lips clinging to him as he pulled out, then slammed back in. The pressure built low in her belly, so close to tipping over, her breath hitching with every thrust. "Don't stop, I'm almost there," she begged.
"Fuck, you're too hot," Tony groaned, his voice tightening. His thrusts got sloppy, desperate, his cock swelling inside her. "Can't hold it, gonna cum, babe."
"No, wait!" Amara cried, panic cutting through her haze. "Not yet, Tony, I need more!"
"Too late," he hissed, slamming in one last time. His cock pulsed hard, and then he was spilling, hot spurts flooding her pussy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he moaned, pumping deep, his cum blasting against her womb. She clenched around him, trying to pull herself over the edge, but it wasn't enough.
"Damn it, Tony!" Amara whined, frustration crashing in as he kept unloading. Her pussy overflowed, thick streams of his cum squeezing out around his shaft, running hot down her thighs, soaking her nylons. She loved that messy feel usually, the warmth, the slickness but now it just pissed her off.
"Shit, babe," Tony panted, still twitching inside her. His cock softened fast, slipping out with a wet squelch, leaving her stretched and dripping. "You're too much, can't last with you," he said, letting her legs drop. Her feet hit the floor shaky, skirt still hiked up, juice and cum streaking her skin.
"Great," Amara muttered, shoving him back. "Real fucking great." She leaned against the wall, thighs slick, pussy throbbing with unspent need. "You always do this."
"Hey, don't blame me," Tony said, tucking his limp cock back into his pants. "You're the one who's too sexy, drives me crazy." He flashed that stupid grin, pecked her lips quick, and turned for the door. "Catch you later, huh?"
"Yeah, whatever," Amara shot back, voice dripping sarcasm as he slipped out. The door clicked shut, leaving her alone, buzzing with frustration. "Asshole," she growled, pressing a hand to her forehead. Her body ached, wet and unsatisfied, his cum still trickling down her leg.
When the hell was she going to find a guy who cared if she got off too?
She kicked off her heels, the clack sharp in the quiet house, and trudged upstairs. Each step rubbed her thighs together, sticky with his mess and her own juice. "Next time," she grumbled, "I'm finding a man who can last five damn minutes."