The neon sign flickered outside Motel Horizon — a cheap roadside stopover with paper-thin walls and beds that creaked like sin. It was past midnight when Lana pulled into the parking lot, her body aching from a 6-hour drive and something deeper — a hunger she'd ignored too long.
She stepped into the lobby, heels clicking on cracked tiles. Her blouse clung to her from the humidity, her skirt riding just a little too high.
Behind the desk sat a man she hadn't expected.
Tall. Rugged. Tattooed.
His eyes met hers and held — no awkward smile, no fake politeness. Just a slow up-and-down like he already knew what she was there for.
"You checking in?" he asked, voice deep and unhurried.
"Yeah. Room for one."
"That's a shame," he said, sliding her the key with fingers that brushed hers too long. "Would've offered mine."
Lana raised an eyebrow. "Is that part of the service?"
His mouth curved, slow and dirty. "Only for guests who moan loud."
She held the key tighter, heat pooling between her thighs.
"I moan loud."
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Room 9 smelled of smoke and old sweat, but she didn't care. She left the door unlocked — a silent challenge — and undressed slowly, letting the night air kiss every inch of skin.
She was naked on the bed when he entered.
No knock.
No hesitation.
Just walked in, eyes raking her over, jaw tight like he was holding something back.
She spread her legs.
"You gonna stand there all night, or are you gonna f*** me like you promised?"
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He didn't speak again.
Didn't undress.
He dropped his pants just enough to free his cock — thick, veined, heavy — and crawled between her thighs like a beast unchained. He rubbed the head against her slit, teasing, smearing her wetness.
"Beg," he ordered.
"I don't beg."
He slapped her pussy — a sharp, wet sound that echoed. She gasped.
"You do now."
Her voice came out hoarse. "Please. F*** me."
He shoved inside in one brutal thrust.
She screamed.
He didn't stop.
His hands gripped her throat lightly — just pressure, just dominance — while he pounded into her like she was nothing but a hole to be filled. The bed slammed into the wall, each thrust harder, deeper, like he was trying to break something in her.
And she loved it.
"God, you're tight," he growled. "This what you needed, huh? A stranger to ruin you?"
"Yes—yes—harder—!"
He flipped her over without warning, yanked her ass up, and drove in again from behind. His hand came down on her cheek — a loud slap that left her skin stinging.
Then again.
Then both hands gripping her hips as he f***ed her like an animal, grunting, breathing hard, using her with filthy words spilling between groans.
"You're dripping. Feel that? You're so wet it's f***ing obscene."
"Use me," she begged, dizzy from the pace. "F*** me like a whore."
"I'll do worse."
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He pulled out, climbed over her chest, and fed his cock into her mouth — no warning, no kindness. She gagged, eyes wide, but he held her head, feeding her more.
"Take it. That's right. Choke on it."
Tears ran down her cheeks as she swallowed, lips stretched, saliva dripping. He pulled out with a slick pop and smeared the wet length across her face.
"Look at you," he growled. "F***ing ruined."
She smiled through the mess. "I'm not done yet."
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He lay back, hard and slick, and she straddled him, sliding down with a cry. She rode him wild, tits bouncing, moaning like a siren in heat. His fingers dug into her hips, then her hair, yanking her down for a brutal kiss as she clenched around him.
"I'm gonna cum—"
"Not yet."
He shoved two fingers into her ass.
Her body locked up. "F***—"
"That's it. Take it all."
She rode him harder now, both holes stuffed, her body burning, twitching, begging for release. He grabbed her throat again, controlling her, commanding her.
"Now cum. Scream."
She exploded with a raw, guttural scream, body convulsing. He followed with a groan, pumping deep as his cock twitched inside her, flooding her.
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They collapsed.
Sweaty.
Spent.
Silence.
Only the soft buzz of the neon sign outside.
But then…
The door creaked again.
A new figure stepped inside.
Leather jacket. Sunglasses at night. Hands glowing faint blue.
"Sorry," he said. "I booked this room, too."
Lana didn't move, still panting.
The man beside her just smirked.
"Guess we're doing round two."
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TO BE CONTINUED...