Wild Weekend With A Stranger

I met this guy online last month and we decided to hook up. He's in his late twenties, pretty good-looking, and knows what he wants in bed. We went to a motel outside of town for the weekend. The moment we got there, no small talk, straight into it. He undressed me slowly, staring at my body like I was dessert on a hot summer day. My nipples were hard as rocks, and his eyes never left them. I climbed on top, straddling him, feeling every inch of his hardness through our clothes. We kissed, tongues wrestling, teeth nipping playfully at each other's lips. It was fierce, passionate, raw. I pulled away and stared into his eyes as he reached for the condoms, we both knew it was going to be a wild ride. I started with his pants, unbuttoning them slowly. He growled softly, pulling my shirt up over my head, leaving me in only my bra and panties. Then, I lowered myself onto him again, grinding on top until he couldn't take it anymore and flipped us around. I was pinned to the bed as he thrust inside me hard and fast. We kept going like that for hours, different positions, harder strokes, whispered dirty talk between moans. It felt incredible, reckless. By the end of our stay, we both left exhausted but satisfied, knowing it could never be repeated but not caring either.