As I walked into the dimly lit room, my heart pounded with anticipation and excitement. The air was thick with desire, and the faint smell of sweat and desperation permeated the atmosphere. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of a muscular man leaning against the wall, his tattoos a testament to his wild past.
He was waiting for me, his gaze intense as it locked onto mine. With a growl that sent shivers down my spine, he motioned for me to approach him. As I got closer, I could see the stubble on his chin and felt my own nipples hardening in response. He reached out and ran his rough fingers through my hair, tugging gently but firmly. His grip was strong, almost painful, and I knew this wasn't going to be a gentle encounter.
He pulled me closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've been waiting for this," he whispered huskily in my ear, the scent of alcohol on his breath mingling with the smell of his sweaty body. "You're mine now." I swallowed hard, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through me. This was what I had been craving - raw, unbridled passion.
He pushed me back onto the bed and followed close behind, his eyes never leaving my face as he crawled on top of me. His fingers traced a path down my chest and abdomen, coming to rest just above the waistband of my jeans. He yanked them off in one swift motion, revealing my hard cock that was throbbing with anticipation.
"I can't wait any longer," he growled, reaching out to stroke my length with his large, calloused hands. "You're going to give me what I need." With that, he pushed himself up and pulled off his own jeans, revealing a massive cock that was already leaking precum.
He crawled back onto the bed and straddled my hips, taking my cock in his hand and guiding it to his entrance. "You're gonna fuck me hard, aren't you?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. I nodded, my own throat too dry to speak. He smiled a wicked grin before sinking down onto my dick, his hole stretching around me as he took every inch inside him.
I groaned at the sensation, my hands automatically clenching into fists on the bedsheets. "Yeah, just like that," he encouraged, rocking his hips back and forth in a rhythmic motion. "Give it to me." I could feel myself getting closer already, the pressure building inside me with each thrust.
He reached down between us and began to stroke his own cock, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as he continued to ride me harder and faster. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back but finding it impossible as I felt myself approaching the edge.
With a final, desperate thrust, I slammed into him one last time, pulling out just enough so that I could unload all over his stomach and chest. "Fuck, you're such a dirty boy," he whispered, his voice thick with pleasure. "But I love it." As we lay there panting, our bodies intertwined, I knew that this was one encounter that would stay with me for a long time to come. It had been rough around the edges, but oh so sexy as hell!