Met him at a bar, one of those rugged, confident types who knew exactly what he wanted. i could tell from the second he pulled me close for a dance, his hands wandering just enough to make me want more. we barely made it to his place before he was on me, pressing me up against the wall, his hands everywhere, his lips rough and hungry against my neck.

we stumbled into his bedroom, clothes hitting the floor before we even reached the bed. he pushed me down and spread my legs wide, diving right in. his mouth was hot against me, making me moan and writhe under his tongue until i was dripping. then he looked up, grinning like he’d found exactly what he wanted, and positioned himself between my legs. without another word, he slid himself deep inside me, stretching me so perfectly it had me gasping for air.

he wasn’t gentle his hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer with each thrust, filling me over and over until i could barely hold back my screams. he flipped me over, hands tight on my ass as he pounded into me from behind, pushing me deeper into the sheets. i could feel his grip tighten, holding me exactly where he wanted me, his cock driving in harder and harder until he let out a deep groan and filled me up, the warmth spilling inside me.

and just when i thought he was done, he leaned over, whispered in my ear, “round two?” and started all over again.