Stacy Vs. SEAL

"It’s so good… Being here with you..." I whisper as I feel my whole body about to explode. In a minute every single muscle in me starts to tense up, electricity buzzing under my skin. I let myself go, surrendering to that sweet avalanche of pleasure as I keep bucking my hips against him.

No other man in the world will ever be capable of making me feel like this. This is the epitome of perfection.

I push through, rocking my body against him until I feel him ready.

He closes his eyes and, just like me, his whole body tenses up, his muscles becoming taut and hard. His whole body is about to burst in an explosion of pleasure.

In a heartbeat, his cock starts to spasm inside of me, his warm seed hitting me fully as I clench my pussy around his cock. He’s gushing in a torrent, and I remain still as our orgasm washes over both of our bodies.

We remain like that, me on top of him, until the waves of delight recede and we both finally catch our breath, his cum slowly dripping down my legs and his cock.

I roll to the side, staring at the ceiling of our room, and then I hear Diesel moving. He positions himself between my thighs, his hands on my knees, and he spreads my legs wide. Not wasting a simple second, he dives into me, his open mouth going straight for my pussy.

I arch my back as I feel his lips on my folds, his tongue running up and down the length of my pussy as his semen keeps on dripping out of me. “Oh, God,” I pant, surrendering to how it feels to have him suck on me, taking his own seed into his mouth and licking me dry.

He keeps on doing it until there isn’t a single drop of cum between my thighs. He looks at me then, and I can’t help but grin viciously as I see strands of cum hanging on his lips. Guided by unconscious desire, I sit up on the bed and lean into him, reaching for his chin with the tip of my tongue. Trembling slightly, I take the cum he has on his skin inside my mouth, and that’s when he grabs me by the hair and crushes his mouth against mine.

We kiss as if we are mad, adrift in a sea of insanity. Our tongues are dancing around one another, his cum their dresses, and our lips feel slippery from all the cum. This is madness, I know it … But it’s the sweetest kind of madness I've ever known. Forget about sex; this goes beyond that. It’s not lust or passion, either; this is pure existence without shackles, living in the now and sailing through an ocean of unconscious desire.

“God… This was…” I pant, looking into his eyes as I try to catch my breath. He grins at me, his lips glistening from the cum there, and then he places one hand on my cheek and lays a gentle kiss on my mouth.

“I know,” he says. “It was amazing.” Then, there’s a flicker of lust in his eyes and he continues: “And do you know what’s the best part?”

“What?” I ask him, throwing myself back on the mattress and just staring at the ceiling as my heart drums loudly.

“The hotel is paid for… I figure we have the whole day just for ourselves.”

I don’t even need to look at him to know what he means by that. The whole day just for ourselves…

Has anyone ever said something more deliciously wicked than that?

72

Lisa

I wake up with a grin plastered on my face. God, I feel amazing. Between the whiskey, the hot bath, and the deep fucking, it was just what the doctor ordered.

I roll over and face Diesel, who’s awake and staring back at me. I smile in surprise and his face lights up. “Just wondering how long I can creepily stare at you before you wake up,” he admits cheerfully.

I laugh.

“Listen, I just want to say,” I take a deep breath for courage, “that…I really like you. And I’m not just saying that because you got me drunk off my ass. I like you more than I ever expected to like a guy, and…well, I just wanted to let you know that I’m done kidding around about you needing to be an outlaw before I’ll want to fuck you. You can get tats and have the valet bring your bike around all you want, but you can drop the story about the Black Fist MC. I really don’t need that, I promise.”

“Drop it…? Lisa, I’m telling the truth. There’s nothing to drop.”

I sit up in bed, pushing the covers off me. “C’mon,” I say, my voice tinged with irritation. “You know and I know that there is no MC gang called the Black Fist.”

“No, I don’t know that.” His voice matches mine. He’s getting irritated too. Good. If he’s going to piss me off, then I’m going to piss him off.

“This really isn’t funny anymore,” I say, climbing out of bed. I spot new clothes laid out for me over the back of the damask-covered couch, and eagerly begin pulling them on. Now this is a nice surprise to wake up to. The lacy Victoria's Secret bra fits perfectly, and I have to wonder if Diesel has been sneaking a peak at my underwear to get this right.

“Yeah, I know. It’s not funny. Lisa, look at me.”

He stops talking, forcing me to look at him to get him to continue.

“It’s never been a joke. I really was in the Black Fist for a long time; I really was the president. I’m not anymore. But they’re still my friends. I didn’t just borrow that Harley from a friend or something; that’s my Harley.”

I pull on my stilettos and grab my Coach purse.