Stacy Vs. SEAL

Fingering me again, this time he does it with a pleasant violence, ravaging me in such a way that a new orgasm dawns on top of the one still living inside of me. I come for the second time in a row and, when I finally manage to open up my eyes, I realize that the hunger I have inside of me is an insatiable one.

Look, I’m not an innocent or naive girl, okay? I have some experience under my belt. But believe me when I tell you that I've never felt quite like this. I just can’t get tired of his lips, of his perfect body, and of his huge cock… Lock me inside a room with Diesel and throw away the key; see if I care. I can survive through the centuries if I have him by my side, always ready to ravage me.

I go down on top of him then, straddling him as I feel the warm water embracing me, and I curl my fingers around his cock. I angle it toward my pussy and then I let it slide into me to the hilt, its thickness filling me up and straining against my inner walls. I almost stop breathing as I feel him inside of me, his thickness pulsing against my insides fiercely. No matter how many times we fuck, I’m not sure if my pussy will grow accustomed to how big he is. Slowly, I start to bounce up and down, each time Diesel’s cock slides out of me a moan of pleasure cascading out of my mouth.

Wanting to go faster, I place my feet next to Diesel's waist, sitting on top of him; then, I lift my ass up and start jumping up and down, his shaft piercing me with the intensity of an exploding star. I lean into him then, kissing him as he rocks his hips against me. There’s a synergy to the way we do things, an unspoken desire to be destroyed by pleasure… And it’s just perfect.

I go up and down until my pussy starts to tighten around his cock like a vice; I force myself to keep going, my limbs already aching under the constant threat of sudden ecstasy. I come hard, pressing my body down on top of him, his cock buried deep inside of me with a harshness that I simply can’t stop loving.

“Fuck…” I breathe out, my eyes closed shut as I fight back against tears of utter ecstasy.

“We’re just getting started, babe…” he tells me gently, pulling his cock out of me. I sit back on the tub, trying to catch my breath as he climbs out of the tub, the cords of muscles in his body glistening from the warm water.

“You’re right about that,” I tell him with a grin and I stand up as well, my legs trembling. Completely soaked, I walk past him and head straight into the room, walking toward the bed. There, I bend over, placing my hands on the footboard, and wiggle my ass as an invitation. With a grin as wild as my own, Diesel comes up to me and runs his hands down my side and rests them over my ass. His fingers go over my crack and then he moves them under it, his fingertips touching my wet folds.

I close my eyes as he presses his body against mine, the tip of his cock finding its way back to my pussy. I sway my ass from side to side, almost begging him to enter me. Which, of course, I didn’t need to do; with one quick thrust his cock parts my inner lips and pushes back against my inner walls as it penetrates me. He fucks me wildly, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again as his cock goes in and out of me at a relentless pace.

“Oh, fuck, this is too much,” I say, the words hanging heavy in the air as he pounds into me with the fury of a God. His response is a simple one; he thrusts with all his strength, making fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.

He doesn’t even let me catch my breath; with a growl, he takes his cock out of my pussy and makes me turn around. He pushes me to the side until my back is against the wall and he pins me there, holding my arms over my head. He leans into me and, the moment our lips touch, it’s fireworks all over again.

Our kiss becomes savage, his hands going up the side of my body and hungrily looking for my breasts. He grabs at them, pulling on one nipple and wrapping his lips around it. He nibbles at it with that irresistible hunger of his and then, pulling back fast, he grabs me by the hips, pushing his body against mine as his cock throbs in anticipation. He leans into me now, placing his face between my breasts and grabbing at my ass.

“I want you so bad…” I whisper against his ear.

He doesn’t even reply; he just places one hand under my right ass cheek and forces me to lift my leg up. I do it willingly, placing it around his waist, and then he just presses his cock against my pussy. He enters me with one sudden movement, sheathing his cock to the hilt.

My hands are clawing at his chest, running over the contour of his hard muscles, feeling the warm water still on his skin. He pounds me hard, his hips moving at a steady rhythm and demolishing whatever’s left of my rational mind. All memories of what happened just a few minutes ago—that stupid robbery—fade from my mind, and all that’s left is the bright light of pleasure’s bonfire burning in my mind.

“You’re fucking perfect, Lisa,” he suddenly says, and I open my eyes to meet his smile. A smile, not a grin, and it’s a gentle one, tender and full of grace. I just stare into his eyes as he fucks me, his movements slowly becoming more patient and soft.

And then it dawns on me: we’re not fucking… We’re making love. I know, it might sound silly. But I think that’s what’s happening here, no doubt about it. What’s the difference? I’m not sure if I can explain it to you, but I figure you already have a good idea about what separates one moment of lust from one of love. It’s the kind of thing that you might not be able to describe, but you sure know it when you see it.

Smiling back at him, I brush my lips against his as smoothly as I can, and then he runs the back of his hand over my face, taking a stray lock of wet hair out of the way. Sliding his cock out of me, he simply picks me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down there and climbing on top of me.

His hand goes straight to between my thighs, its open palm pressing hard over my pussy. I need his cock again, and I don’t think I can wait for it. Aching for his thickness almost in desperation, I grab his shaft anxiously, stroking him fast and hard.

“Diesel… I want you. I want you

now,” I beg of him, not feeling capable of resisting one more minute without having him inside of me. He simply grins at me and, taking his hands out of my pussy, grabs at my ass and, pointing his cock at me, eases his member against my drenched folds and pierces me in one single and swift motion.

I moan hard, pleasure exploding underneath my skin and driving me to the brink of insanity. I take my hands to his ass and, lacing my legs around his back, force myself to roll to the side. His eyes widen in surprise, but he then grins as he sees me on top of him.

I’m a big girl, and I can do more than just lie back.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" I whisper, repeating his words from before with a grin as I start to sway my hips against him, my breasts bouncing as I jump up and down on his hard cock.

Not being one to simply lie back, Diesel starts to thrust his hips at me, his cock going in and out of my pussy quickly, battering me so fast I can’t help but moan endlessly.

I’m riding him hard, but he’s fucking me even harder. I tighten my pussy around his cock as I keep jumping on him, my ass slapping hard against his thighs, the sound of it almost like music to my ears.

I've never been big on cursing, but what we are doing is both lovemaking and fucking. This is it. There’s no way I can escape what’s really happening here, and to be honest, I love it like this. Why do we have to separate love from sex? It doesn’t make any sense, does it?

I start bucking my hips faster at him, a relentless rhythm matched by Diesel as he thrusts at me, each time his cock goes deep inside my pussy a throaty moan escaping my lips.

Even though I’m still wet from the bath, I can already feel sweat trickling down my back, my ass bouncing as I sway my hips back to front. His hands dart to my hips and he starts guiding my movements, holding his cock in place whenever he wants to thrust hard and make me scream.

I lean into him, both my hands on his chest, and let my hair fall to my face, the tip of it brushing over his pectorals and shoulders. I dig my fingernails on his body, knowing that I’m not hurting him; Diesel looks tough, but he’s even tougher than one can even imagine. I would know; he has punished my body quite a few times since we’ve met.