She was already naked when he kicked the door shut behind them. The cheap motel room smelled like stale smoke and cheap soap, but none of that mattered once his hand locked around her throat and shoved her face-first onto the bed. Her wrists were yanked behind her back and bound tight with his belt before she could even scream properly. All that came out was a muffled “Fuck you” that turned into a gasp when he ripped her legs apart.
“Shut the hell up and take it,” he growled, voice low and filthy. His fingers shoved straight into her cunt without warning, two thick ones stretching her dry at first, then working deeper as she twisted and bucked. She was wetter than she wanted to admit, slick coating his knuckles while she hissed curses into the mattress. He laughed once, short and mean, then pulled his fingers out and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
“Fucking dripping already. Knew you were a slut who wanted this.” He didn’t wait. His cock, heavy and hot, pressed against her entrance and drove in with one brutal thrust. She cried out, the stretch burning, her body forced to open around every inch. He didn’t ease up; he fucked like he owned her, hips slamming forward so the bed frame rattled against the wall. Each stroke bottomed out, his balls slapping her clit, her bound hands flexing uselessly against his stomach.
She tried to crawl away. He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and kept pounding. “Where you going, girl? You’re not going anywhere until I fill this cunt.” His free hand reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed it rough and fast. The contrast made her moan despite herself, the forced friction dragging pleasure out of her even as she fought it. Her thighs shook. She hated how her pussy clenched around him, milking the thick cock that kept invading her.
He flipped her onto her back without pulling out, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in deeper. The new angle hit something inside her that made her vision spark. “Look at you,” he taunted, staring down at where his cock disappeared into her wet folds. “Taking it like you were made for it. Bet you’ve been thinking about getting forced open all day.” He spat on her clit and rubbed harder, the wet sound obscene over the slap of skin.
Her orgasm hit without permission, a sharp, clenching rush that made her arch and curse. Her cunt pulsed around him, squeezing so tight he groaned and fucked her through it, pace turning ragged. “That’s it, come on the cock that’s raping you. Good fucking girl.” The word “girl” sounded filthy on his tongue, and it pushed her over again, smaller and meaner this time.
He didn’t stop. He used her until her legs trembled and her voice went hoarse from moaning. When he finally came, it was deep, grinding in as he flooded her, hot pulses she could feel against her cervix. He stayed buried, breathing hard, while her pussy fluttered around him in aftershocks.
Only when he pulled out did the cum start leaking, thick and white, down her ass. He untied her wrists, rubbed the red marks once, then shoved two fingers back inside her just to push his load deeper. “Keep that in there,” he ordered, voice still rough. “Next time I want you begging for it before I even touch you.”
She lay there panting, legs spread, the evidence of what he’d done slowly dripping out of her. Her body felt used and sore and still buzzing. She didn’t say a word when he lit a cigarette and watched her from the chair across the room, but the way her thighs stayed open told him everything.
He smiled around the smoke.
“Round two in ten minutes. Don’t move.”
