"Leo," she breathed when they broke apart, eyes wide and glassy, pupils blown. "What are we doing?"
He kissed her neck—open-mouthed, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She shivered violently.
"What we've both wanted since the day I moved in," he rasped against her skin.
She moaned—raw, needy.
The kitchen floor was tile. The counter was cold marble. Neither would do.
Leo scooped her up in one fluid motion. Her legs wrapped instantly around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back. She was heavier than Blair—curvier, softer—but he carried her like she weighed nothing, driven by pure adrenaline and lust.
Her bedroom door banged open.
The room was pure Sasha: deep burgundy velvet drapes, scented candles flickering (vanilla and sex), a four-poster bed with gauzy canopy, and an impressive collection of toys neatly arranged on a velvet-lined shelf like trophies—glass dildos, thick plugs, a strap-on harness, vibrating wands in every color.
He laid her on the mattress—gentle for about three seconds.
Then gentleness evaporated.
Sasha tore at his shirt, ripping it over his head, nails raking down his chest hard enough to leave red trails. She bit his collarbone, his shoulder, moaning like she was starving.
"Fuck me," she demanded, voice hoarse. "Fuck me now."
He yanked her tank top off; her tits spilled free—heavy, perfect, nipples dark and begging. He sucked one into his mouth, teeth grazing the stiff peak while his hands tore at her shorts. The denim was so tight he had to peel them down her thighs like a second skin.
No panties.
Her pussy was already soaked—lips swollen, clit peeking out, glistening. A thin string of arousal stretched and snapped when he spread her wide.
"Goddamn," he growled.
She grabbed his cock through his jeans, stroking roughly. "Inside me. Now."
He shoved his jeans down, kicked them away. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, leaking. Sasha spread her legs wider, hooking them over his shoulders, exposing every inch of her dripping cunt.
He lined up and thrust—hard, deep, no preamble.
She screamed—high, shattered, ecstatic.
"Fuck—yes—stretch me—fuck your big sister's tight pussy—"
He pounded into her—relentless, brutal. Her tits bounced wildly with every slam. Her heels dug into his back, urging him deeper. The wet slap-slap-slap of flesh filled the room, punctuated by her guttural moans and his low growls.
"Harder—harder—wreck me—claim this cunt—make it yours—"
The four-poster bed groaned—loud, ominous. The heavy wooden frame rocked with every thrust. The canopy swayed like it was caught in a storm.
Leo fucked her like he was trying to break her in half.
Sasha's nails clawed his back. Her pussy clamped down—hot, slick, greedy—milking him with every stroke.
"Gonna cum—gonna cum all over your cock—fill me—breed me—fuck—"
He slammed in one last time—deep, punishing—and roared.
His orgasm hit like a freight train. Thick ropes of cum blasted into her, flooding her womb, overflowing immediately. Sasha shattered with him—screaming his name, pussy spasming, squirting hard enough to soak his abs and the sheets beneath them.
At the peak—
CRUNCH.
The entire right side of the bed collapsed.
Wood splintered. The mattress dropped violently. Posts cracked. They tumbled sideways in a heap of limbs, sheets, and laughter—still joined, his cock pulsing inside her, her legs still locked around him.
Sasha burst into wild, breathless laughter, tears of mirth in her eyes.
"Well," she panted, clenching around him just to make him groan, "that's one way to break the ice."
Leo—sweaty, wrecked, grinning like a lunatic—kissed her slow and filthy.
"Worth every fucking board," he rasped.
From the hallway came Blair's amused voice.
"You two owe me for the noise complaint I'm about to fake. And a new bed. Again."
Sasha laughed harder, grinding lazily on Leo's still-hard cock.
"Guess we're three for three on furniture casualties," she purred, nipping his jaw. "Wanna go for a matching set?"
Leo thrust once—slow, deep—making her gasp.
"Fuck yes."
The broken bed creaked beneath them.
They didn't care.
The afternoon was young.
And the house had plenty more furniture left to destroy.