The door creaked open, and I froze. The moonlight streamed through the crack, casting a silver line across the floor. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "Come on in," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He stepped inside, his silhouette framed by the moonlight. His eyes glinted with mischief as he closed the door behind him. "You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

"Absolutely," I replied, my mouth dry. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the anticipation building in my gut. He moved closer, his presence filling the room. I could see the outline of his muscles under the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his jeans clung to his thighs.

"You look nervous," he observed, his tone teasing.

"Just... excited," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. I took a step back, feeling the edge of the bed against my calves. He followed, closing the distance between us until our bodies were almost touching.

"Good," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "Because I don't do gentle."

I shivered at his words, the promise of what was to come sending a thrill down my spine. "I wouldn't have it any other way," I said, my voice steadying.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through me. "Smart man," he said, his hands moving to cup my face. His thumbs brushed against my cheekbones, his touch firm yet gentle. "But you should know, I like to take control."

"I figured," I replied, my eyes locked onto his. There was something primal in his gaze, something that made my pulse race.

"Good," he repeated, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips. It was brief, almost chaste, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me. He pulled back, his eyes darkening. "Now, strip."

The command was simple, yet it left me breathless. I hesitated for a moment, then began to undress. My hands shook as I unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Next came my pants, which I kicked aside. Finally, I stood before him in nothing but my boxers, my skin prickling under his intense scrutiny.

"Not bad," he commented, his eyes roving over me. "But not quite there yet."

I swallowed hard, reaching for the waistband of my boxers. He watched, his expression unreadable, as I pushed them down and stepped out of them. Now completely naked, I felt vulnerable, exposed.

"Turn around," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument.

I obeyed, my heart hammering in my chest. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin, tracing every curve and muscle. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, almost reverent. "Beautiful," he murmured.

I closed my eyes, savoring the compliment. But before I could fully bask in it, he grabbed my hips, pulling me back against him. The sudden contact made me gasp, my body reacting instantly.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs.

I did as he said, my knees trembling. He pressed himself against my back, his hardness pressing into my ass. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made my head spin.

"That's it," he growled, his hands roaming up to cup my balls. "Feel good?"

"Yes," I managed to choke out, my voice hoarse.

"Good," he said, his grip tightening. "Because we're just getting started."

With that, he spun me around, pushing me down onto the bed. I landed on my back, my breath hitching as I looked up at him. He loomed over me, his eyes blazing with desire.

"Ready for more?" he asked, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"Always," I replied, my body thrumming with need.

He grinned, a predatory smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "Then let's see how much you can take."

He didn't waste any time. His hands were on me the moment I hit the mattress, one gripping my wrist and pinning it above my head while the other roamed down my body, tracing the contours of my chest and abs. I gasped as his fingers brushed over my nipples, teasing them to hardness.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," I panted, my hips bucking involuntarily as his hand slid lower, cupping my erection. He gave it a squeeze, just enough to make me groan.

"Good," he said, releasing my wrist to trail his fingers down my side. "Because I plan to make you feel a lot more."

His touch was electric, every stroke sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He moved with purpose, his hands exploring every inch of me, leaving no part untouched. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body arching into his ministrations.

"On your knees," he commanded, his tone brooking no refusal.

I scrambled to comply, my movements clumsy with anticipation. He positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly. The heat from his body radiated against my back, making my skin tingle with anticipation.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest.

With one swift motion, he thrust into me, his cock hard and unyielding. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, the sensation both painful and exhilarating. He paused for a moment, giving me time to adjust, before pulling back and thrusting again, this time deeper.

"Fuck," he groaned, his grip on my hips tightening. "You feel so good."

I could only moan in response, my body trembling with each thrust. He set a brutal pace, his movements relentless. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, my mind spiraling into a haze of ecstasy.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Taking it all like a champ."

His words spurred me on, my body responding to his praise. I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound mingling with our labored breaths and moans of pleasure.

"Harder," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, harder."

He obliged, picking up the pace until I thought I might lose my mind. His cock pounded into me, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of tension deep within me.

"That's it," he growled, his hands moving to grip my shoulders. "Take it all."

With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, his release washing over him in a wave of heat. I felt his seed filling me, the sensation pushing me over the brink. My own climax hit me like a freight train, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came hard, my seed spilling onto the sheets below.

We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and exertion. He remained inside me for a moment longer, his breathing heavy as he caught his breath. Then, slowly, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied.

"Damn," he muttered, rolling onto his back beside me. "That was... something else."

I could only nod, too spent to speak. My body hummed with residual pleasure, every nerve ending still tingling from the intensity of our encounter.

"Get some rest," he said after a moment, his voice softer now. "We're not done yet."

I smiled, closing my eyes and letting the darkness take me. There was no doubt in my mind that he was right. This was only the beginning.