I met him at a bar after midnight, both of us already half-drunk and looking for trouble. He was bigger than me, rough hands, short temper, and the second I said I liked it hard he dragged me out to his truck without another word. We barely made it inside his apartment before he shoved me face-first against the wall and yanked my skirt up. No teasing, no slow build. He ripped my panties to the side and slammed his cock straight into my pussy in one brutal thrust.
"Fuck," I grunted, forehead pressed to the drywall. He didn't ask if I was ready. He just started pounding, hips slapping loud and fast against my ass. Each stroke went deep, stretching me open until it burned.
I clawed at the wall but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back with one hand while the other wrapped around my throat. He squeezed just enough that I saw spots, then let go only to slap my ass so hard the sting made my eyes water.
"Take it," he growled, voice low and mean. "You said you wanted rough, so shut up and take this dick." He pulled out, spun me around, and shoved me to my knees. I barely had time to open my mouth before he shoved his cock between my lips, hitting the back of my throat hard. I gagged, spit running down my chin, but he held my head and fucked my face like he hated me. Tears streamed from my eyes, mascara smearing, yet my pussy was dripping down my thighs.
He hauled me up by the hair and bent me over the arm of his couch. This time he aimed lower, pressing the head of his cock against my asshole. I tensed, but he didn't care. He pushed in slow at first, then drove the rest in with one hard shove. The stretch hurt so good I screamed into the cushions. He started fucking my ass the same way he had my pussy: fast, deep, and relentless. One hand stayed tangled in my hair, yanking my head back while the other reached around to rub my clit in rough circles.
I came hard, legs shaking, but he didn't stop. He kept going, switching holes whenever he felt like it, using my body like a toy. When he finally pulled out he flipped me onto my back on the floor, straddled my chest, and jerked his cock until thick ropes of cum splattered across my face and tits. He wiped the head on my lips and told me to lick it clean.
I left that night sore, bruised, and already wanting more. That was the roughest any guy has ever fucked me, and I still think about it when I touch myself.
