At the motel with my sweetie

The door to Room 109 at the seedy motel closed behind them, and he kicked it shut with a harsh grunt. She turned to face him, her heart racing with anticipation. He reached out, grabbing her hair roughly and pulling her head back. His lips met hers in a passionate, bruising kiss that left her breathless.His hands ripped at her clothes as if possessed, tearing the fabric to shreds with savage intensity. She gasped as he pushed her to the bed, throwing her down onto the creaky mattress. He straddled her hips, holding her wrists above her head with one hand while the other roughly palmed one of her breasts."You want it hard, don't you?" he growled into her ear. She whimpered in response, already aching for his rough touch. He smirked before lowering himself onto her, his weight felt like an avalanche of desire that threatened to consume them both.