I'll tell you what, his dick felt like heaven.
Thick, veiny, and relentless, it filled her completely, sending shockwaves through her body with every thrust.
Her head buried in his neck, she bit into his skin, desperate to ground herself in the overwhelming pleasure consuming her.
"Oh my God," she moaned, her nails clawing at his broad shoulders, leaving marks as if to stake her claim.
His rough hands gripped her waist tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove her wild with precise, calculated movements.
Her thoughts were a haze, her body a trembling mess. She hadn't known it was possible to feel this alive, this vulnerable, and this empowered all at once.
His lips were fire as they trailed down her neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers across her skin.
He paused at her collarbone, his tongue flicking against it teasingly before moving lower.
When he reached her belly, he nipped gently at the sensitive skin there, eliciting a gasp that turned into a whimper.
Her breasts ached for his touch, and he didn't keep her waiting.
Cupping one with his large hand, he teased her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, tugging just enough to make her arch her back.
Then his lips closed around it, warm and wet, sucking softly. She cried out, her hands flying to his hair, tugging hard as her body arched into his mouth.
Was it even possible for a stranger to make her feel this good?
Her hips moved on their own, desperate to take him deeper, to feel every inch of him. Each thrust sent sparks exploding behind her eyes, her body aflame with sensations she couldn't begin to describe.
"Please… faster," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with need.
But he wasn't ready to give her what she wanted, not yet. A sly smirk spread across his lips as he pressed a hand over her mouth. "You'll scream," he said, his voice low, rough, and dripping with dominance.
Then he thrust into her again, harder this time, deeper, his movements slow but deliberate, hitting a spot that made her entire body shudder.
She screamed into his hand, her muffled cries of pleasure only spurring him on.
Her nails dug into his back, leaving red trails that would mark him for days. "Do you like that?" he growled into her ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive shell.
"Oh my God, I fucking love it!" she cried out, her voice shaking as her body writhed beneath him.
His laugh was dark, almost cruel, but it sent a delicious shiver down her spine. Without warning, he flipped her onto her stomach, his hand delivering a sharp slap to her ass.
The sting made her gasp, and her thighs quivered in anticipation.
"Stay still," he ordered, his voice commanding but thick with desire.
She obeyed, pressing her cheek into the sheets as he entered her again, his pace unrelenting.
Her cries grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. He bent her lower, his hands holding her hips as he drove into her with raw, primal need.
She bit the sheets, her vision blurring as tears spilled freely. Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her shaking and gasping for breath.
"You're so fucking perfect," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he thrust deeper, hitting a spot that made her see stars.
Her knees gave out, but he held her steady, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from collapsing.
When she came again, it was explosive, her entire body going taut before trembling uncontrollably.
He pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms as they both lay breathless.
His kisses were soft now, gentle, as though to soothe the fire he had ignited within her. He kissed her hair, her forehead, and finally her lips, tenderly but with lingering hunger.
For a moment, she let herself melt into his warmth, savoring the way his body felt against hers.
But as the first rays of sunlight crept into the room, reality began to seep in.
She slipped from his embrace, her heart pounding as she gathered her clothes and shoes in silence.
She didn't look back. She couldn't.