Sweat pooled between my perky breasts and trickled down my back outside the motel. Overhead, the flickering neon "VACANCY" sign cast a lurid pink glow on my flushed skin. The humid air clung to my thin tank top and jean shorts. I was glad I hadn't worn a bra. A teasing breeze ghosted across my hardened nipples, sending electric shivers down my spine. Pure, liquid adrenaline burned through my veins. I was here because of my obsession – the raw, addictive thrill of being lusted after on NSFW forums, watching it explode into reality. Eric’s taste only made me crave more. Now another man waited behind Room 205.
I knocked.
"Door’s open," a deep voice rumbled.
Cold air slapped my hot skin as I entered. Deon filled the cheap chair by the window: a massive figure, thick shoulders straining his black tee, a buzz cut, a gold chain, and an earring. He stood, dwarfing my small frame, his dark eyes raking over me like I was prey.
"Gorgeous," he breathed, closing the distance. His scent – cologne and musk – was overwhelming.
"Told you I wasn't a catfish," I whispered, heart hammering.
"Smaller than I pictured," he smirked, one thick finger lifting my chin. My pussy clenched reflexively. "So, we clear on the rules?"
Electric heat flooded my cheeks. "Yes," I stammered, remembering our explicit texts.
"Say it," he commanded, thumb tracing my lower lip.
I shivered. "You... you can come in my mouth and my pussy. Use me... just not too rough."
His predatory grin widened. "Kissing? Oral?"
"Yes," I breathed, my stomach flipping.
"And your safe word?"
"Huckleberry." I giggled nervously.
"Good girl." His thick fingers cupped my cheek, his mouth crashing down on mine. His tongue, thick and wet, invaded my mouth, tasting minty, dominant. I gasped, submitting instantly. My hands clawed his shoulders as his enormous palms slid down my back, under my thin top, shoving it up. His rough hands kneaded my small breasts, thumbs circling my rock-hard nipples until I moaned.
"Perfect little buds," Deon growled, claiming one with his mouth. His hot, wet tongue lashed it, then his teeth grazed the sensitive tip. He lay me on the bed gently, then switched, sucking hard until I arched off the bed, light bursting behind my eyes. His other hand slid roughly down my stomach, unbuttoning my shorts. He hooked his thumb to the hem of the shorts and my panties, yanking everything down my legs with a grunt of approval.
His thick finger found my shaved pussy instantly. "Fuck, you're dripping." He circled my swollen clit, pressure building like a circuit closing. "So sensitive," he murmured, watching my frantic squirming. His mouth made its way down my neck, chest, and belly. He drove two blunt fingers into me, crooking them ruthlessly against my G-spot while his tongue replaced his thumb on my clit.
"OH!" Lights exploded. My hips jackknifed off the bed as he scissored his fingers inside me, tongue flicking relentless circles. Wave after wave of raw ecstasy tore through my tiny body. "Deon! Please! Oh GOD!..." My cry ended on a ragged gasp as the climax ripped my world apart.
He watched me shudder, riding my orgasm until I was left panting, then he stood. His shorts dropped. Even half-hard, his cock was immense, thick and heavy, swinging between muscular thighs. My eyes widened. He drizzled lube into his palm, coating his cock with slow, heavy strokes. It thickened, hardening, lifting – an intimidating black pillar of flesh dripping with gel. He positioned himself between my spread legs, the broad head slick and hot as it smeared my cleft.
"Like that?" he rumbled, dragging it through my soaked folds.
"Yes!" The sensation was overwhelming.
"You want this cock inside your tight little pussy?" He nudged my entrance, a demanding pressure.
"Yes! Please!" I begged, breathless.
He gripped himself, shoving inside. A gasp tore from my throat. The stretch was instant, intense. My inner walls screamed as he filled me impossibly deep, stretching me wider than I’d thought possible. Pain bloomed alongside the raw fullness. "Fuck! You are so fucking tight!" he groaned.
He began to thrust. Slow, deep strokes that pushed my limits. The thick ridges scraped my inner walls with delicious friction. My legs locked around his waist, ankles digging into his back as he pistoned harder. Skin slapped skin. He devoured my cries with hard kisses, his tongue mimicking the invasion below.
"I can't believe you take me so good, baby girl," he growled, plunging deeper. "Such a tight, wet fucking hole." His girth filled me completely, dragging fire through my core with each powerful drive.
My peak snapped suddenly, violently. "OH GOD! YES!" I shattered, clawing his back, my pussy pulsing around his shaft, clenching in frantic spasms. Sight vanished; only sensation remained. My toes curled as the second orgasm rippled through my body. My clenching pussy firing pulsating throbs of pleasure.
"Fuck, it's not even all in, yet..." He said with a chuckle as I panted, spent. He pulled out, wet and glistening. "Flip over," he commanded. He drenched his cock in more lube. I obeyed on shaking limbs, arching my back, and presenting myself. He chuckled darkly. "That’s it," he gripped my hips, the slick head pressing against my stretched entrance. His mass pinned me as he thrust back in. Deeper still from this angle.
"AH!" The sharpness returned. I whimpered, rope-burned from within. Deon grabbed my hips, grinding deep, spreading my swollen lips impossibly wider.
"Stay open for me," he panted, jackhammering faster. "Take every fucking inch."
The pain crescendoed. He slammed harder, deeper, shoving into my cervix. "OW! GOD IT HURTS!" I cried out, the pressure unbearable, my body tensing against him. He only drove harder. "Ungh! Not so rough!... Too deep! HUCKLEBERRY!"
Deon ripped himself out at my choked safe word. "Hurt you?" Horror replaced dominance in his voice.
Agony knifed low beneath the stretch. A raw, clenching seizure stole my breath, folding me into a shivering fetal ball on sweat-damp sheets. Knees jammed to my chest, fingers clawed into my lower belly where invisible fists squeezed mercilessly. Waves of grinding cramps locked muscles I didn't know I had. "Sick..." I finally gasped.
Trembling violently, I pushed off the bed. The short stagger to the bathroom felt endless, each step tightening the hot vice inside me. I barely reached the toilet before my body heaved, emptying itself violently amidst wracking spasms.
Minutes later, washed out and shaky, I returned. Deon loomed, half-dressed, eyes wide with genuine fear. "Shit, Lia. Talk to me. Did I break you?" The raw regret in his rumble pierced through the dull throb still deep in my womb.
"Not you," I rasped, leaning into him until his large frame absorbed my trembling. His protective grip was instant. "My body... freaked out. Sorry... ruined... everything."
He silenced me, pulling me tight against his chest. His embrace was pure sanctuary, grounding. "Don't you apologize," he murmured into my hair, hands rubbing soothing warmth across my back. "Just... you alright now?" He smelled of sex and startling concern.
Exhaustion washed over me, safe against him. Beneath the deep ache... the raw, claiming pleasure he'd given still hummed, potent as blood in my veins. "Tired. Sore... but the good parts stayed," I admitted softly. "Swear."
He eased us down beside each other, his heavy arm securely holding me close. He kept one palm firm and soothing on my tender belly. Silent comfort flowed between us. The terror and regret faded, leaving only the complex echo of intense pleasure nestled deep within the shared exhaustion. It hadn't soured. It had somehow... deepened.
