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.

“昨晚很激烈？”我问道，声音比我预想的更沙哑。

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.”

我倒了两杯纯威士忌。递给他酒杯时，我们的手指轻轻擦过。像触电一样。我没有抽回手。

“你再这么盯着看，我可要以为你想要的不只是一杯酒了，”他说着，嘴角勾起一抹了然的笑意。

热浪涌上我的脸颊和骚穴。“也许我想。”

马库斯的眼神暗了下来。他一口气喝光了威士忌，然后隔着吧台倾身过来。“过来，莉娜。”

我绕过吧台，大脑还没反应过来。他把我转过去，将我的背抵在光滑的木面上，狠狠地吻我。他的舌头侵入我的口腔，带着烟味和灼热。一双大手沿着我的身侧游走，托住我的屁股，把我抱上吧台，轻得像没有重量。

“操，你真美，”他抵着我的脖子低吼，牙齿轻刮皮肤。“自从之前见到你，我就一直想着这个紧致白嫩的小穴。”

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.

“用力点，马库斯。操烂我的逼，”我哀求着，声音都破了。

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!”

他低吼着，整根没入。滚烫的浓稠精液一股股喷涌进我体内，一波接一波。那种感觉再次把我推上高潮。我高潮得眼前发白，从他搏动的肉棒里榨出每一滴。

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.”