Extra Credit

Vina stays late at the big house, papers scattered on the counter, her mind still turning over the last paragraph. Markus finds her there, shirt half-open, and the talk slides from rent to what she really needs to learn. She sinks to her knees. He pushes deep until her throat tightens around him, spit sliding down her chin, then lifts her onto the marble. Her shorts come down and his tongue finds the tight star of her ass, working it open with slow, wet circles. When he finally slides inside, the stretch burns sweet. He fucks her slow and deep, hips slapping the curve of her ass while she pushes back, taking every inch. Every few strokes he pulls free, lets her taste herself off his cock, then sinks back in. The rhythm builds until he stays buried and pumps her full. She stays still, breathing against the stone, feeling it leak out of her, and wonders what she’ll write next.