Snowbound Craving

The moment Marcus stepped into the dimly lit chalet bar, my pussy clenched. Six-foot-four of carved black muscle dusted with snow, dark eyes locking on mine like he already knew how wet I’d get. I was alone behind the oak counter, the last bartender on shift while the blizzard howled outside. The rest of the guests had retreated to their rooms hours ago. Just us.

“Rough night?” I asked, voice huskier than I intended.

Marcus brushed snow from his tight thermal shirt, the fabric stretching across his broad chest. “Road’s closed. Looks like I’m stuck here till morning, Lena.” His low baritone vibrated straight between my thighs. He slid onto a stool, forearms flexing. “Pour me something strong. And whatever you’re having.”

I poured two whiskeys, neat. Our fingers brushed when I passed his glass. Electricity. I didn’t pull away.

“You keep staring like that and I’m gonna think you want more than a drink,” he said, lips curling into a knowing smirk.

Heat flooded my cheeks and my cunt. “Maybe I do.”

Marcus’s eyes darkened. He downed his whiskey in one smooth motion, then leaned across the bar. “Come here, Lena.”

I walked around the counter before my brain caught up. He spun me, pressed my back to the polished wood, and kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of smoke and heat. Big hands roamed down my sides, cupped my ass, and lifted me onto the bar top like I weighed nothing.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled against my neck, teeth grazing skin. “Been thinking about this tight white pussy since I saw you earlier.”

My hands fumbled with his belt. “Then take it. I need your cock, Marcus. Now.”

He shoved my short skirt up, ripped my panties aside with one tug. Cool air hit my soaked folds. Two thick fingers plunged into me without warning, stretching my walls.

“Shit, you’re dripping,” he groaned, pumping fast. Wet squelching sounds filled the quiet bar. My clit throbbed as his thumb circled it roughly.

I moaned loud, hips bucking. “More… give me that big black dick.”

Marcus freed himself. His cock sprang out, heavy, veined, and longer than any I’d taken. The dark shaft glistened at the tip. I wrapped both hands around it, stroking, feeling it throb.

He pushed my legs wide, notched the fat head against my entrance, and drove in. One brutal thrust buried half his length. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuuuck, so tight,” he hissed. He pulled back, slammed deeper, bottoming out. My pussy stretched obscenely around his girth, juices coating his balls.

He fucked me right there on the bar, hard and steady. Each stroke made my tits bounce under my shirt. The wooden surface creaked beneath us. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his firm ass.

“Harder, Marcus. Pound my cunt,” I begged, voice breaking.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked my head back, and gave me exactly what I wanted. Deep, punishing thrusts that hit my cervix and made stars explode behind my eyes. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the stone walls. My first orgasm crashed over me without warning. I squirted around his cock, soaking his thighs and the bar top.

“Goddamn, that’s it. Cum on this dick,” he snarled, not slowing.

He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and bent me over the bar. My cheek pressed to the cool wood. He kicked my feet apart and re-entered me from behind in one smooth glide. The new angle made me see white. His heavy balls smacked my clit with every thrust.

“Tell me how much you love black cock,” he demanded, spanking my ass hard enough to sting.

“I love it,” I gasped. “Love your big black cock stretching my pussy. Don’t stop, please—”

He reached around, rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. My second climax built fast, legs shaking. Marcus growled low, pace turning erratic.

“Gonna fill you up, Lena. You want my cum deep in that married pussy?”

“Yes! Cum inside me!”

He roared, slamming to the hilt. Hot jets of thick seed flooded me, pulse after pulse. The feeling pushed me over again. I came so hard my vision blurred, milking every drop from his throbbing cock.

We stayed locked together, panting. His chest pressed to my back, sweat mixing. Slowly he pulled out. A thick trickle of his cum ran down my inner thigh.

Marcus turned me gently, kissed me softer this time. “That was just round one. Blizzard’s not letting up anytime soon.”

I smiled, already aching for more. “Good. The bar’s closed… but I’m open all night.”