Bent Against the Wall

POV: Valerie.

I press his broad hand firmly between my thighs. I guide his long fingers directly against the wet silk of my panties. The alcohol coursing through my veins offers no excuse. I barely touched my drink tonight. It is the raw, commanding aura of this stranger making me this shameless. If I am intoxicated, I am drunk on his dominant presence alone.

He grins wickedly down at me. He slides his thigh out from between my legs, substituting the hard muscle with the heavy weight of his palm. His large hand cups my drenched fabric. He rubs the soaked silk in broad, deliberate circles. His thumb applies firm pressure right over my throbbing core, sending electric shockwaves through my pelvis.

"You are already so wet. Your panties are soaked through."

He murmurs the dirty words close to my face, lacing his deep tone with a deliberate hint of disapproval. His soft mocking tears down my defenses. His teasing tone makes me feel like a filthy, depraved creature begging for his attention. Hooking his strong fingers under the thin elastic waistband, he pulls the wet silk away. He sweeps the delicate lace aside to expose my dripping sex. He presses his bare skin against my bare skin. His rough fingertips stroke the swollen slit of my pussy. Hot shudders rip through my lower half. My opening weeps heavy drops of moisture beneath his skilled touch. Wet, slick noises echo in the narrow space between us as he traces my slick folds. My inner muscles clench and spasm from the exquisite contact.

"Please… touch me…"

I pant the shameless plea out loud. I roll my hips hungrily into his hand, letting my raw physical craving take over. My body chases his palm, desperate for relief.

He chuckles softly at my frantic writhing. The deep vibration of his laugh rumbles against my chest. He traces his fingertips upward, leaving a trail of slick moisture before circling my swollen clit. He pets the sensitive bud for just a few seconds. Then, he pinches the swollen flesh sharply. The acute jolt shoots pure fire straight through my nervous system, dragging me instantly toward the edge. Heavy juices gush out of my swollen opening. The slick fluid spills over his fingers and runs down my inner thighs. The sheer intensity of his teasing pushes me to the brink of insanity.

"You just got even wetter. How naughty."

He points out my helpless physical reaction without missing a beat. Abruptly, he shifts his grip. He thrusts his thick fingers straight into my tight, dripping tunnel.

"Ahhh! Oh… Ahhh! So deep…"

A guttural scream rips from my throat. He buries his long fingers deep inside my sopping wet cunt in one brutal, fluid motion. The thick digits stretch my slick opening before filling me up tight. I feel his rigid knuckles pressing against the inner walls of my pussy. My muscles clamp down tight around his intrusive fingers. My eager tunnel tries to suck him in further. The sudden fullness brings a wave of blinding satisfaction, but my greedy need demands more.

He reads my squirming body perfectly. He begins ramming his fingers hard and fast into my cunt.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

My lewd wails bounce off the hotel walls, mingling with the loud, squelching wet sounds of his fingers churning my juices. He thrusts at a relentless, punishing pace. He angles his knuckles upward, targeting the sensitive roof of my canal. He hammers ruthlessly against my g-spot. Each firm internal strike sends a blinding shockwave of pleasure radiating through my core. The sensation turns my mind into static. My legs go weak. I buck my hips up and down, thrusting backward to ride his fingers. He strikes the hidden trigger spot over and over with brutal efficiency.

The ceiling spins above me. Bright stars explode behind my eyes. The unbearable tension snaps. My inner walls spasm uncontrollably around his digits in an intense, soaking climax. I scream loud enough to tear my vocal cords as the fierce orgasm crashes through my body. Hot liquid floods his knuckles. The aggressive contractions milk his fingers long after the initial peak breaks.

"You came already? So cute…"

He chuckles near my ear, letting his warm breath fan across my flushed skin.

My knees turn to jelly. My grip on his broad shoulders simply gives out. I expect to slide right down to the plush hotel carpet in a heap. Before my knees can hit the ground, he grabs my waist and spins me around. He shoves my chest and my palms flat against the cold wall. The sudden impact against the smooth surface knocks the remaining breath from my lungs. The sharp contrast of the chilling wall and my overheated skin leaves me gasping.

In one fluid motion, he bunches the soft fabric of my dress up above my waist. The cool air hits the exposed skin of my lower half, awakening a new layer of primal desire. He grabs the elastic of my soaked panties. He pulls them down my thighs in a harsh tug, dragging the ruined wet silk over my knees and down to my ankles. He kicks the underwear aside, leaving me bare and vulnerable.

He smacks my bare rear playfully. The sharp sting of his palm against my flesh sends a fresh wave of submissive heat pooling in my gut.

"Bend over, arch your back, and stick your ass out for me. Good girl."

He issues the command with an air of unflinching authority. I obey without hesitation. I bend my torso forward, laying my chest flush against the wall. I arch my lower spine sharply to present my ass to him. The heat of his large palm caresses my bare cheeks. I moan softly into the wall. I need him. I cannot wait to get fucked fast and hard from behind like a wild animal. The luxurious king-sized bed sits just a few feet away, but he refuses to wait, and I am glad.

I hear the sharp metallic rattle of his belt unbuckling. The heavy thud of fabric hitting the floor follows immediately. The crisp sound of him undressing his lower half sends my pulse racing.

"I can’t wait to fuck you anymore. You can’t wait either, right?"

He asks the needless question while stepping flush against my back.

I turn my head sideways against the wall just in time to feel the broad, boiling head of his bare cock lodge right against the slick entrance of my pussy. The rigid size of his member resting at my slit makes my jaw drop. He grinds his hips forward. He bumps his thick head against my swollen opening, teasing the sensitive entrance without slipping inside. The blunt, hot friction drives my lust over the edge.

"I am wearing a condom. Do not worry."

He whispers the reassurance, leaning forward to brush his lips against my bare shoulder.

I never worried about protection for a single second. My raw need overtakes logic. The primal physical craving dictates my every move. I glance back to give him an appreciative, breathless smile. Shaking with pure, unfiltered desire, I part my thighs much wider. I arch my lower spine even more and push my hips backward, pressing my seeping cunt right up against his hard cock. I need him to break past my slippery threshold.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Oh my… Ahhh!"

I cry out in possessed ecstasy as he braces his thick hips and prepares to impale me.