Fucked Against the Glass [F28 M35][Rough Sex][Window Sex][Creampie]

The rain hammered against the tall windows of the penthouse, thunder rumbling like a distant growl. Elena had barely kicked the door shut behind her when Marcus grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pinning her against the cool glass. His mouth crashed down on hers—hungry, demanding, no preamble. She moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in his damp shirt as he shoved it open, buttons scattering across the marble floor.

"You've been teasing me all night," he growled against her throat, teeth scraping her pulse point. His hands were rough, yanking her dress up over her hips in one brutal tug. No panties underneath—just bare, slick heat waiting for him. He dropped to his knees, shoving her thighs apart, and buried his face between them without hesitation.

Elena cried out, head falling back against the window as his tongue plunged deep, fucking her with long, relentless strokes. He sucked hard on her swollen clit, two thick fingers thrusting inside her, curling mercilessly against that spot that made her legs shake. "Marcus—fuck—" Her hips bucked against his mouth, chasing the building pressure, but he held her pinned, devouring her like a man starved.

She came hard, screaming his name, juices flooding his tongue. He didn't stop. He rose, spinning her to face the glass, her breasts pressed flat against it as he freed his cock. Thick, veined, and rock-hard, he rubbed the head along her dripping slit before slamming into her in one savage thrust.

"Oh god—" Elena's breath fogged the window. He was huge, stretching her to the limit, bottoming out with every brutal snap of his hips. His hand fisted in her hair, arching her back as he pounded into her, balls slapping wetly against her ass. The city lights blurred below them while he fucked her like he owned her—deep, punishing strokes that made her walls clench and flutter around him.

"You feel that?" he rasped, biting her shoulder. "This pussy was made for my cock." His free hand snaked around to rub her clit in tight, frantic circles. The pressure built again, sharper this time, her body trembling on the edge.

"Harder," she begged, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Marcus snarled, gripping her hips with bruising force and driving into her faster, deeper, the wet sounds of their fucking echoing through the room. Thunder cracked outside as she shattered again, her cunt spasming violently around him, milking his cock.

He followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with hot, thick ropes of cum. They stayed locked together, panting, his forehead pressed to her nape as aftershocks rippled through them both.

Marcus pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip down her thighs. He turned her around, kissing her softly this time. "We're not done," he murmured, lifting her into his arms. "Bedroom. Now."

The night was only beginning.