

He opened the hotel door, towering over me with a devilish grin—his fiery red hair tousled like he'd just rolled out of sin. I slipped past him, all 5’4” of me barely reaching his chest but ready to climb him like a tree. Clothes hit the floor before names left our lips, his body a furnace against mine as he pressed me into the cool sheets. He was big—everywhere—and I gasped as he filled me slowly, my fingers gripping the headboard like a lifeline. The room echoed with breathy moans and the rhythm of lust, no small talk, just big chemistry. The hottest fuck and tinder date ever.