It was a warm summer night, and the air was thick with the smell of cut grass and flowers. Rayna had just turned eighteen and was out with her friends, dressed in her favourite little black dress that hugged her curves just so. She felt alive, vibrant, and ready for whatever the night had in store. They had been drinking all day, so she was more than a little drunk, her friends helped her walk as they kept her steady.

As they meandered through the crowded streets, into a club, where they began dancing and drinking some more. Rayna caught sight of him from across the room. She had seen him before, he was at least twenty years older, and he exuded an air of confidence and raw sexuality that made her heart race. His broad shoulders were bare, his muscles rippling beneath tattooed skin as he laughed with a group of friends. Something about him called to her, made her feel desirable in a way she'd never experienced before. 

As the night wore on, she found herself dancing close to him, their bodies swaying in time to the music. He noticed her, his gaze lingered on her long enough to make her feel a flush of heat spread through her entire body. When he finally approached her, she couldn't help but tremble with anticipation. He was strong, his hands rough against her skin, as he led her off the dance floor. His sexual pull made her follow him without question, leaving the dance floor into the men’s restroom. 

With three stalls, two urinals and a couple of sinks, the restroom wasn't big. Pulling her into his arms he pressed his body into her, the strength in his arms made her body shake all over, the feeling making her gasp within his hold. The rush and desire consumed her as she indulged in his rough grasped touch. 

"You're so hot," he growled into her neck.

His lips brushed her skin, the rough stubble of his chin making her take in a breath as she felt her insides pulse, wetness dampening her knickers. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her, and she knew exactly what he wanted. Not refusing she beckoned him to continue. Without another word, he pushed her up against the wall and ground his hips against her, taking her breath away with the force he used.

Rayna gasped as he pulled her dress down, letting it fall to her waist, revealing her bare chest. He growled in approval, his lips finding her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. She began moaning loudly as pleasure coursed through her veins. His hand slid down between her legs, his fingers roughly massaging her. Her body began to spasm from his touch, so rough yet controlled.

Moving his hand inside her dampened knickers, his fingers slid in, her body shaking as she ached to her core. She was so wet and ready. It was then that she realised, this was it. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. He was going to take her virginity, and he was going to do it violently and erotically, she couldn't wait. 

As he pushed her dress down her hips, she felt his bare skin pressing against hers. The roughness of his chest scraped against her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. He was strong, so strong, and she could feel every inch of his hardness pressing against her. He pulled off his vest to display his manly physique, and she moved her hands to touch him, circling his shapes. Her body continued to ooze the desire that was filling her knickers as she became wetter and wetter. 

Seeing her chest heaving from her deep breathing and the sultry lustful look in her eyes, he pulled the remaining part of her dress from her body, dropping it onto the floor. Moving his hands to her knickers he pushed them down. As she lifted her legs, he could see the excitement dripping from her, the plumpness of her vulva, her hairy mound trimmed so neatly as if pointing to her special spot.

The earthy growling he gave as he marvelled at her incredible body, the hunger in his eyes fierce. She bit her lip as she stood naked, watching him as he pushed down his jeans and pants quickly, his giant member sprung forward, hard and ready. He lifted her, bracing her against the wall with one arm as he positioned himself at her entrance. The head of his erection nudged against her virginity, and she bit her lip, waiting with a deep burning, aching need that seemed to consume her whole being. She looked into his face as he held her still, his end just touching the edge of her slit as her pulsing made her body twitch around him. She tightened her legs around his back, urging him in, needing him to claim her. 

With a single powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, taking her virginity in one swift, hard brutal motion. She cried out in pained pleasure, her body arching into his as he began to move, his hips pivoting in a frenzy. He was relentless, driving into her over and over, claiming her body as his. She could feel herself growing wetter with each stroke, her muscles tensing and releasing in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

He buried his face in her chest, sucking her breasts as he held her. Each thrust he gave slammed into Her body making her yelp and moan from pleasure. Digging her nails into his back, she knew she was going to come, she wanted him to be the one to make her lose control, to make her come and scream out loud.

Her orgasm crashed over her in a wave of bliss, washing away all thoughts and inhibitions. She could feel him tense, the pressure building deep inside her. She knew he was close, and she wanted nothing more than for him to let go, to release himself into her. As he growled and thrust deeply one final time, she felt the hot spurts of his release as he filled her, claiming her completely. His hard length flexed within her as it calmed.

For a long moment, they stood there, breathless and sweaty, their bodies pressed tightly together. He looked at her face, his eyes soft as he kissed her, his soft lips pressed into her as she began kissing him back, their tongues danced as she could taste his saliva. His kiss filled Her entire body, making her spasm against him as he held her against the wall.

The music around them faded away, replaced by the sound of their ragged breathing. He kissed her gently, tenderly, his lips lingering on hers as he slowly withdrew from her body. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, a deep, abiding contentment. Handing her her dress from the floor he helped her put it back on. She straightened her hair, she couldn't help but smile, he was a strong, sexy man, he had certainly shown her he was very much a man. He picked up her knickers and pushed them into his jeans pocket. She had watched him hide his splendid penis back inside his pants before pulling up his jeans. She longed to see more of him, to taste him and let him take her again. 

But sadly, she was grounded from her lucid thoughts as she suddenly heard whistling and cheering behind her. Men's voices clapping and making a commotion. She then saw the crowd of men that had gathered at the door of the men's restroom. They were cheering and gesturing rude actions of sex to her. He just watched them, his face turned firm, and his posture changed completely seeing the utter shock and embarrassment on her face. He quickly apologised to her, not realising they had an audience. Taking her hand, he led her outside, she had to decide whether she would go home with him for more, or get a taxi and end the evening, though first, she knew she should ask him his name.