https://openrouter.ai/models/gryphe/mythomax-l2-13b

The woman, Toolie, sat on the barstool in the biker bar, her legs squeezed together and her eyes flitting from side to side, her heart racing in anticipation of seeing her man. She had waited for hours, unable to concentrate on anything but the thought of his hard body coming through the door, and her body responded with a need that was almost physical.

Finally, the door swung open and she saw him, the man of her dreams. Hawk was a member of the notorious Hades biker gang, tall and muscular, covered in tattoos and wearing leather with ease. He had just gotten back from a dangerous run that had turned sideways, and the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins.

As he walked towards her with a predatory smile on his face, Toolie surged off the barstool and ran to meet him, throwing her arms around his waist. "Hawk!" she cried, pressing her body against his. "You're safe."

He returned her embrace, his hands sliding down to cup her ass cheeks and pull her tight against his throbbing cock. "Fuck yeah, I'm safe," he growled, his voice gruff with desire. "But I'm not satisfied."

Without another word, he picked her up bridal-style and kicked the bar stool out of his way, carrying her to their motel room where they'd left a sloppy trail of their passionate encounters. Once inside, he slammed the door shut and tossed her onto the bed, following her down with a ferocity that took her breath away.

Their clothes were torn off them in seconds, his rough hands mapping out the contours of her body as she did the same to him. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss that burned through every nerve ending and filled her with an aching need.

Hawk's cock was already hard as steel, and as soon as he felt her pussy wet with desire, he was there, pushing inside her with a groan of pleasure. She met him stroke for stroke, her hips bucking against his in a primal rhythm that had her begging for more.

Their bodies moved as one, driven by the power of their lust and the familiarity of their touch. She felt him nip at her neck and collarbone, leaving tiny marks that would fade but never disappear, while her nails dug into his back, drawing tiny beads of blood.

As he drove deeper into her with every thrust, she felt the heat building within her, a sensation that threatened to consume her. And then, suddenly, he withdrew from her pussy and moved between her legs, his tongue darting out to tease her swollen clitoris.

Toolie arched her back and cried out, her orgasm rolling over her in a wave of bliss. Hawk felt the ripples of pleasure that traveled through her body, and it drove him over the edge. With a primal roar, he exploded inside her, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into her welcoming pussy.

Laying there, panting and sweaty, they stared up at the ceiling, their hearts beating in unison. It was a moment of perfect connection, two souls bound together by lust and love, making a life-long commitment to each other in the only way they knew how.