“Please… Diesel…” I moan, my body crying for relief. I’m going to explode; if he makes me come once more that’s what’s going to happen. But he doesn’t seem to care and, soon enough, neither do I; I cross my legs over his shoulder blades, locking him in place and forcing him to devour me with no mercy. I scream and I moan, my voice bouncing off the walls and reaching my ears as pleasure turns into sound.
I scream until my throat becomes raw, my hips jerking erratically as a heaven-sent electric current rages through my flesh. My whole body feels like it’s disintegrating, turning into a cloud of delight and pleasure. I come once more, spasms taking reign over my body and forcing me to flail my limbs as if I’m nothing more than a ragdoll. I’m blind and numb, my body utterly spent as that raging orgasm courses through my veins.
I lay sprawled on the bed, breathing in and out as if I’m dying. And I am; I’m dying from so much pleasure. Even so, opening my eyes and seeing that gorgeous, perfect and naked man right on top me turns the coals of desire inside me into a raging inferno once again.
I thought I was done, spent and unable to move, but looking into Diesel’s eyes and seeing the hunger there… It was as if my heart’s pumping adrenaline and not blood.
I take my hands to his shoulders and, summoning up strength I didn’t know I had, I push him down to the mattress and climb on top of him with a cat-like motion. Grabbing his cock by the root I point it up, straight to where my body demands it to be. I ease myself down, my whole body shuddering as his tip slowly parts my pussy lips and struggles against my inner walls. I lower myself slowly, each inch I go down drawing a purred moan out of me. I’m surprised I can even do that, judging by the inane amount of screaming I’ve done. But it still seems I have some reserves in store, as his shaft slides inside of me and pierces me completely I let out one scream so fierce that my bones rattle. I claw at his chest, my fingernails burying themselves in his pectorals with such ferociousness I’m surprised I’m not drawing blood.
My hips sway back and forth as he grabs my ass, his hands accompanying the motion of my body, squeezing at my cheeks and rubbing against my flushed skin.
I ride him hard, almost too violently, hell bent on pleasing him as much as he pleased me. My ass slaps his thighs as I go up and down, his cock sliding easily inside my pussy, the flowing motion of our bodies almost hypnotizing.
Diesel takes his hands from my ass cheeks and places them over my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples softly; I lean into him, my breasts bouncing freely over his mouth. He reaches for them with his lips, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth and caressing it with the tip of his tongue.
I keep going until sweat starts trickling down my back, surprised my body can endure all this. I guess that when pleasure is your fuel, the sky's the limit. I don’t slow down, not even when his muscles bulge and tense up as if they are under a huge strain; instead, I go at him faster and fiercer, rocking my body against his until the point of no return.
He grabs my ass once more and, instead of guiding me, he simply thrust his hips upward and pushes me down, holding me in place. I throw my head back and let out a scream that could break glass as his cock spasms inside of me. Furious flames of ecstasy are running through my twitching muscles, and even my mind feels like it’s boiling.
“So, are you convinced now? Of the kind of man I really am?” he asks me with that maddening grin, his cock still pulsing inside my pussy.
“Maybe… I think I need some more proof,” I tease him, flashing him one exhausted smile but still desperate for more. One thing’s true, at least, Diesel sure knows how to fuck a woman, and I’m guessing I’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg.
“You asked for it,” he says, moving fast and forcing me to roll to the side without even taking his cock out of me. I lay on my back, spreading my legs wide as Diesel positions himself on top of me.
“I did… Now give it to me,” I respond, locking my legs on his lower back and pulling him into me. I gasp as his long inches bury themselves deep into me, hitting that sweet spot inside my pussy. “Oh, God,” I cry out, digging my fingernails in his back.
He pistons into me with such a fury that every single nerve
ending in my body is turning into ashes, an onslaught of sensations making their way to my brain and leaving me on the verge of unconsciousness. My body sways back and forth as he thrusts, the rhythm of his body almost too much for me, but he keeps on upping the pace with each pacing second, his cock completely ravaging my pussy. As tight as I was before Diesel, I doubt I’ll ever be the same: he’s stretching me wide, his pulsing cock pushing back against my inner walls and sending ripples of raw ecstasy through me.
“Harder, harder!” I cry out, the words leaving my lips before I can stop myself. And I should stop myself; I mean, how in the world am I going to survive this? I guess I’ll find out how good I am at surviving, since Diesel obliges to my request and starts going harder than before.
His thrusts are violent and strong, the rocking movement of his hips a perfect pendulum motion. He breaks his chain of movement with just one thrust, using all his strength at once and impaling me on his rock hard shaft; I close my eyes and grit my teeth, hissing as electric pleasure fills my mind at once and spreads to every single muscle in my body, no matter how small.
He cums at the same time as I do. I press my forehead against his as that sweet orgasm crawls under my skin, reaching for every single corner of my mind. I breathe out deeply, feeling the first spasms of his cum; he stops his thrusting motion and them simply holds his position, gushing a warm river of cum inside of me, coating my insides and dripping down.
Eventually he lets go of me, his cock twitching one final time before he pulls out from me and rolls to the side, sprawling his arms and surrendering to the sweet ecstasy that blankets us both. I let his cock slide out of me slowly, and then roll to the side and lay on top of the mattress.
Exhausted, my body still victim to the occasional twitch, I take my hand and reach for his. Finding it, I lace my fingers around it. As he squeezes it back, a wave of comfort rides through me.
“You might not be a bad boy, Diesel…” I say, my voice just a faint whisper. “But you sure know what you’re doing.”
“You really don’t believe me, do you?”
“Maybe I need some more convincing…” I turn to the side, so that I can look at him, and he does the same. In his eyes there’s a glint, and something tells me that this won’t be the last time we’re together…
If he keeps fucking me like this, I guess he can convince me of anything he wants.
66
Lisa
Okay, I’m not normally a clingy girl; I promise I’m not. But it’s been two whole days since the best fucking of my life, and I’ve heard...
Absolutely not a thing from Diesel. Is that normal? Well, fuck, I don’t care if it’s normal for other people, it’s sure as hell not normal for me.
So I decide that I’m not going to sit around and sigh and moan and hope that Diesel picks up the damn phone. Oh hell no. I wait for no man. I text him.