“Go on,” he whispers, and my hands move as if they have a mind of their own. Placing both hands on his outer thighs, I push his boxer briefs down, and his monstrous cock jumps free, pre-cum glistening on its tip.
Reaching for it, I curl my fingers around it, my brain stretched thin while I try to comprehend how a cock can be this big. I can barely grab it with just one hand, and it’s so big that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to fit all of his inches inside my mouth, let alone my pussy.
Grinning, Diesel kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxers. I look up at him, anticipation making my brain work overtime; I barely blink as I watch him unbutton his shirt with curt and steady movements, his fingers moving deftly. Pushing it down his arms, he then stands naked and gorgeous, like a perfect gift destiny has thrown in my lap.
I lean forward, laying my lips on his tip, sucking and allowing his saltiness to hit all of my senses. Curling my fingers around his cock, I part my lips and allow his cock to rest on top of my tongue, carefully feeling his eagerness inside of my mouth. He tastes like a man should, the sweet flavor of testosterone flooding me. I ease his shaft inside my mouth, slowly bobbing my head back and forth as I stroke him at the same time.
He rests his hands on top of my head, guiding my head up and down, his fingers gently running through my hair.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he breathes out, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
My hands grab at his firm ass, pulling him in and forcing his cock down my mouth. I l
ap with my tongue at his shaft, sucking eagerly and relishing every single second as I stroke him hard, using both my hands and flicking my wrists up and down in a flowing motion.
His cock twitches inside my mouth and, for a second, I think that he’s about to cum. But he gently places his fingers on my jawline and pushes me back, his cock popping out of my mouth. He offers me one hand and I take it, allowing him to help me up to my feet.
He takes me in his arms once more, pressing his mouth against mine, his hands grabbing at my ass hungrily. I want him to explore my body, to take all the pleasure that he can… I reach for his wrist and guide one hand toward my breasts. He obliges, squeezing the soft mound underneath my blouse and making me moan lightly, the sound of my voice just a whisper.
He stops for a second, pulling back and looking into my eyes.
“I’ll make you mine,” he whispers, and a shiver goes up my spine as I hear his words.
“How?” I ask.
He simply grins at me, that deviousness on his face. “You know how, Lisa…” he says, and it’s true: I really know what he means. His answer couldn’t be a more self-evident one.
Still with his eyes locked on mine, he grabs my blouse and then makes me raise my arms up in the air so that he can pull it out, the fabric caressing my skin as it goes. I stand there, in my bra, anxiously waiting for his touch.
“Turn around.”
His words leave no room for hesitation; I do as he asks, turning on my heels. I feel his fingertips brushing against my back and, with a flick from his fingers, he unhooks my bra. I simply let it fall, the cool air in the room kissing my hard nipples. He reaches for me before I can turn, resting his lips on my neck and cupping both my breasts in his powerful hands.
“Ah,” I breathe out as I feel his warm touch on me, a pleasant buzz pulsing between my legs. Perhaps reading my mind—or my body—he lets one hand slide down the side of my body and places it right over my crotch, pressing his fingers there and drawing a moan out of me. I can feel his breath against my neck, desire building up all over my body.
Grabbing me by the hips he makes me turn to him. Without a single word, he picks me up from the floor and I react by instinct, placing my arms around his neck. He carries me across the living room, and then down a corridor; only when we step inside a room and he lays me down on the mattress do I realize there’s really no going back: I’m in his bedroom now.
He climbs on top of me, the muscles in his arms and chest tense and chiseled, each one of them perfectly outlined under that tan skin of his. He kisses me then, his lips wet and eager, my mouth opening up and surrendering to him.
His fingers travel down and over my breasts, stopping for a moment to caress my rosy nipples and then carrying on to my stomach, only stopping when they go over my waistline, meeting the fabric of my dress.
“Diesel…” I purr, wiggling my hips as he unzips my skirt and yanks it down, revealing my dark blue thong. In an instant he presses his mouth against the wet fabric of it, sucking and nibbling as I squirm in delight. He pushes the thong aside, just enough to reveal my wet pussy and lay his lips there, lapping at my inner lips with his tongue, up and down, up and down, always circling its way back around my clit.
I push my hips up, lost in the moment, craving his mouth on me. He pushes me down to the mattress, holding me with one hand and sliding the thong down my legs in one quick motion. I’m finally naked, my body his. With his hands on my knees he parts my legs, taking a good look at the narrow patch of wet hair between my legs, my pink folds yearning for the touch of his tongue.
Instinct takes hold of me and I bury my hands in his hair, forcing his head down and pressing my pussy against his face. He goes down eagerly, his open mouth devouring me as I sway my hips with no discernible rhythm. He flicks his tongue at my clit and brushes two fingers up and down my pussy, sliding them in as slowly as he can, a sharp breath tumbling out of my lips as he does it. I arch my back, clenching my ass cheeks as my whole body tenses up in pleasure.
“Don’t…” I start, trying to speak between moans. “Don’t stop, Diesel… Don’t…”
He doesn’t need instructions; he seems to have no intention of stopping or slowing down. In fact, he starts sucking harder, caressing my inner lips with his mouth as his fingers slide in and out of me. I thrust my hips up once more, forcing his fingers deep inside as I shiver and tremble, a hasty scream forcing its way up my throat. I grit my teeth as ecstasy hits me like an avalanche.
“This was… Oh God, this was so...” He doesn’t allow me to say it, nor does he allow me to take a break. He presses his thumb gently over my clit, moving it in careful maddening circles. He keeps lapping at my pussy, slower now, my wetness dripping down my thighs to the mattress. “Diesel…” I moan his name, grabbing at the sheets while I squirm in place.
I keep moaning, not knowing if I can withstand the barrage of pleasure he wants to submit me to. Pressing his forearm over my belly, he holds me down as he slides one more finger inside me, stretching my pussy and making bright lights explode behind my closed eyelids. He keeps going, his fingers burying themselves deep like a hook, straining against my inner walls as they make their way.
He moves his tongue up, replacing his thumb with it and licking my clit gently. I claw furiously at his hair, feeling the tension building up once again. It’s maddening and irresistible. I moan hard, knowing what’s coming, and thrust my pussy against his face, orgasming my way into oblivion with his face buried between my legs.
I let my muscles and body relax as I collapse on top of the bed, praying for a minute’s rest. But Diesel has other things on his mind: instead of stopping, he takes his fingers out of my pussy and, grabbing under my thighs, raises my legs and places them over his shoulders. In a heartbeat, he has his mouth wrapped against my pussy again, sucking hungrily and darting his tongue in and out of me.