In the heart of the city, where the neon lights cast long shadows on the pavement below, our story begins. He was a rough-hewn man with hands like hammers and eyes that gleamed with danger. She was a sultry beauty, her curves hugged by tight denim, her hair a cascade of black silk. The air between them hummed with anticipation as they locked eyes across the crowded bar, each one knowing that this night would be no ordinary encounter.
As the hours ticked away in a haze of tequila and rum, their bodies drew closer together until there was only inches separating their skin from skin. His large hands moved to her hips, gripping tight as if trying to hold onto something more substantial than just flesh and bone. She felt the roughness of his palms against her own smooth skin, a stark contrast that sent shivers down her spine.
The music swelled around them, an angry beat that pulsed with desire. It was time to leave the noise behind; they stepped outside into the cool night air. Their breathing quickened as their lips met in a frenzied kiss. Tongues tangled and teeth nipped at each other's lower lip before pulling away only for moments to reengage once more.
He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. She could feel the hardness of his member pressing against the soaking wet fabric of her thong, a constant reminder of what awaited them both back at their hotel room. As they raced towards their destination, she whispered into his ear, "Show me how you can make me scream."
The elevator ride seemed endless as they clung to each other, desperately trying to quell the fire that burned between them. Finally, they reached their floor, stumbling out into the dimly lit hallway. They fumbled with keys until finally, the door swung open, revealing a room bathed in shadow and light from outside.
Within seconds, she was pinned against the wall by his powerful body. His hands were everywhere, groping her breasts through the thin material of her shirt before sliding down to the moist heat between her legs. She arched her back, offering herself to him as he thrust two fingers inside her wetness, stretching her before he removed them with a pop.
"You're soaking wet for me," he growled, a feral grin spreading across his face. "I can smell it."
He turned her around so that she was standing in front of him, her back to the cool glass window. With a swift motion, he unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall away, revealing her lace-clad breasts. His large hands cupped her full orbs, squeezing gently before sliding down to the waistband of her jeans.
"Take them off," she begged him, her voice husky with desire. "I want you inside me."
With a single tug, he pulled down her pants and panties in one swift motion, leaving her completely exposed. His eyes devoured every inch of her body before moving up to lock onto hers once more. There was no doubt about it - she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
He pushed her against the wall again, this time pulling out his own throbbing member from within his pants. It stood proud and erect, glistening with pre-cum at its tip. Without hesitation, he guided himself towards her entrance, the head of his cock nudging gently before pushing in with a satisfying pop.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, rocking her hips back against him as he began to thrust deeper into her. His movements were rough and deliberate, each stroke bringing them both closer to ecstasy. She could feel every inch of his length filling her up, stretching her wider with every thrust.
Their bodies slapped together loudly in the quiet room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. He gripped her hips tightly, fucking her harder now, driving into her over and over again. Sweat trickled down their temples, mingling with the salty drops of his arousal that leaked from within her.
She reached up, grabbing onto the window frame for support as he continued to pound into her. Her nails dug into the cool glass, leaving small indentations behind as she held on tight, desperate not to lose this moment.
He was getting close now, his rhythm faltering slightly as he struggled to maintain control over his own desires. Sensing this, she wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him even closer until their bodies were almost welded together. "Come for me," she urged him, her voice barely more than a whisper.
With a final, powerful thrust, he let go, releasing a torrent of hot seed deep within her. She felt the familiar sensation of him filling her up, each spurt pushing her closer to the edge. Just as his last pulse subsided, she cried out, feeling her own release wash over her like a tidal wave.
They collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily as they tried to regain their breath. He pulled out slowly, leaving behind a trail of slippery come that glistened in the dim light. As he reached for a towel to clean up the mess, she couldn't help but smile at the memory of this night - an unforgettable encounter filled with raw passion and rough edges.