Pounded from Behind

POV: Valerie.

With a single, savage thrust, his thick, massive cock plunges straight into my dripping pussy. He bypasses my swollen, sensitive entrance and buries his stiff member all the way to the hilt. Bringing us flush against each other, he pins me harder against the cold hotel wall. Although I am far from a virgin, his sheer girth and length stretch my tight passages to their utmost limits. A sharp, stinging bite of pain shoots through my pelvis. My breath catches in my throat. I let out a choked gasp, digging my fingernails into the smooth surface of the wall to ground myself.

He holds still for a second. His rigid hips stay locked tight against my bare ass cheeks, pinning my lower half in place. He allows my burning inner muscles crucial seconds to adjust, stretching wider to swallow his enormous shaft. His intense body heat radiates against my chilled skin, creating a dizzying contrast. The friction and blunt pressure build a coil of agonizing tension deep in my lower stomach.

Then, he pulls back his hips. He slams forward again, burying his thick cock even deeper into my womb this time. The deep, heavy impact knocks the remaining air right out of my lungs. The initial sting I felt dissolves instantly. A tidal wave of scorching pleasure rushes in to take its place. The raw carnality of his invasion strips away my inhibitions. I pant loudly, resting my hot cheek against the wall. I moan lewdly, crying out into the quiet room as his massive member stretches me wider.

"You feel so huge inside. You are stretching me so deep." I cry out, unable to hold back the dirty, unfiltered truth.

He shows no mercy. His large hands grip my hips in a bruising vise, his long fingers pressing deep into my soft flesh. He anchors my body in the perfect position and begins pounding into my wet hole from behind. He sets a relentless, punishing speed. Wet, slapping noises echo rapidly through the room. Our skin collides over and over with brutal, unyielding momentum. The heavy slap of his balls hitting against my swollen, wet slit sends jolts of electricity up my spine.

My mind goes blank. The relentless friction of his heavy cock hammering my inner walls consumes every rational thought. My legs begin to tremble under the sheer force of his animalistic thrusts. Each time he pulls almost all the way out, stretching my sensitive slick opening, I feel a desperate, hollow ache. Each time he drives his long shaft back in to the hilt, he hits my deepest, most sensitive spot. He sends shockwaves of pure, mind-numbing ecstasy through my overloaded nerve endings. The lewd, sloppy sounds of our raw mating fill my ears, driving my arousal even higher.

"I am cumming! I am cumming!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I lose all control as my second orgasm shatters through my exhausted body. The climax hits with sudden, hurricane force. My wet pussy clenches tightly around his thick, rigid shaft. My inner walls pulse and milk his cock with desperate, wet spasms that I cannot stop. I squeeze my eyes shut, surrendering to the flood of overwhelming pleasure. Groaning deep in his broad chest, he refuses to slow his pace. He takes wicked advantage of my tight, convulsing hole. He drives his massive cock into me three more times with brutal, punishing force.

A feral, guttural roar tears from his throat. He releases his own powerful climax deep inside me, his hips snapping forward one final time to pin me against the wall. His thick arm hooks tight around my waist to hold my limp body upright. My legs turn to water beneath me. Without his iron grip supporting my weight, I would collapse into a naked pile on the carpet. His hot breath fans against the sensitive skin of my neck. His massive chest heaves up and down against my back as he struggles to catch his breath.

"Your tight pussy feels amazing." He praises me in a rough, breathy whisper.

I let my head hang forward, panting heavily. The heavy scent of sweat and sex hangs thick in the air between us. Slowly, he pulls his hard cock out of my dripping hole. The wet sliding sensation makes me shiver. The sudden, vast emptiness leaves me feeling hollow and aching for more friction inside that void. The cold air brushing against my exposed, throbbing slit only heightens my ravenous need.

He turns me around in his arms to face him. His demeanor shifts from a wild, primal beast to something surprisingly softer. He leans down and plants a tender, lingering kiss on my sweat-slicked forehead. Before I can even process the gentle gesture, he suddenly scoops me up into his strong arms. He lifts me off the floor, carrying me across the room toward the luxurious king-sized bed with trivial ease. I wrap my arms around his thick neck, holding on as I stare up into his handsome face. My core is still clenching with the aftershocks of my explosive climax.

He tosses me onto the center of the plush mattress. I bounce lightly against the soft, high-thread-count sheets. The mattress swallows my bare back. He climbs onto the bed right after me and hovers over my sprawled frame. His broad, muscular body blocks out the ambient light from the bedside lamps. His striking blue eyes burn with an intense, insatiable hunger as he stares down at my disheveled, panting state.

"I want to fuck you again. Do you mind?" He asks the question in a dark, demanding tone that implies he has no intention of stopping.

The fire of desire inside my gut flares right back to a boiling point. My wet, abused pussy throbs with fresh need. I want nothing but to feel his naked, muscular body flush against mine. Eager for more, I sit up slightly on the pillows. I grab the hem of my ruined red dress and yank it over my head in a hurried, frantic motion. I rip the remaining fabric from my body. I fling the crimson garment onto the carpet, leaving it in a crumpled, messy heap.

He reaches behind my back before I can lie down again. His clever, rough fingers unhook my bra with practiced grace. He tosses the lace aside, exposing my flushed, sensitive breasts to the cool air and his burning gaze. I feel my nipples harden under his visual appraisal. Sitting before him on the massive bed in such a vulnerable, naked state makes me feel desperate and uninhibitedly wanton. I crave the touch of his bare skin against my breasts.

"May I undress you this time?" I ask him, my voice soft yet eager.

A wicked, knowing grin spreads across his handsome face. He chuckles in a low, deep rumble that vibrates through the quiet room. He reaches out and takes my trembling hands into his large, firm grasp. He places my palms flush against his hard, muscular chest, pressing my skin right over the top of his crisp white shirt.

"Be my guest." He grants the permission in a smooth whisper.

I relish the heat radiating from beneath the expensive fabric. I slide his dark suit jacket off his broad shoulders, pulling the heavy material down his arms. I throw the jacket to the side, letting it pool around his waist. I turn my full attention to his shirt. My fingers trace the outline of his firm, sculpted chest through the white cotton. The anticipation of our second round builds a tight knot of lust in my throat. My thumbs brush against the first button. I cannot wait to strip him bare and feel his hot flesh pressing flush against my naked chest.