Just Met and Fucked Hard at 24 Hours Inn

I just got out of a long-term relationship three days ago. Last night, I went to this dingy motel right off the highway for some late-night anonymity. This guy walked in around midnight, big, muscular build, all brawny and confident. We hit it off instantly over drinks at the bar, talked about random stuff like movies and sports until we started feeling each other out with eyes. When he asked if I was staying here too, I just shrugged and nodded towards his room down the hall. He came back a minute later, key in hand and that confident smirk on his face. We barely had time to close the door before he pinned me against it, kissing hard as hands roamed everywhere. Before we knew it, clothes were flying off fast and I was spread wide open under him, fingers sinking deep into my slick wetness. He didn't waste a second, pulled out the lube he kept in his pocket, slicking up that thick shaft and guiding himself right to my entrance. Just like that, raw and unapologetic. Felt incredible from the first hard thrust inside me, stretching tight as we both groaned loudly. He moved fast and rough, hammering into me over and over without stopping until I was practically screaming in his ear, nails digging bloody half-moons along his back muscles as waves crashed through my body.