Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

He pushes his tongue inside my mouth, parting my lips, and our kiss grows into something violent and fierce. He might not be an outlaw, but he sure as hell knows how to kiss a girl.

Using his body, he pushes me until my back is against the wall, and then takes one hand to my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. Yanking, he forces me to throw my head back and looks into my eyes. There are flames dancing in his irises, and I feel a sudden urge to be consumed by that violent fire.

I take my hand to his crotch, my outstretched fingers ready to grab his cock, but he’s faster than me: he grabs me by the wrist, stopping me just before I press the palm of my hands against his erection.

“Say it,” he whispers, mischievousness painting his face. At first, I’m confused; what does he want me to say? But the answer comes to me fast.

“I… I want it,” I exhale sharply, straining against the hold he has on me.

“What do you want?” he continues, tightening his fingers on my wrist.

“Your cock, I want your cock,” I say, and he lets go of me immediately. My hand flies onto his crotch as fast as I can, and my brain almost explodes as I feel his hard-on against my fingers. It doesn’t feel like there’s a cock inside his pants, but a baseball bat made of steel. Handsome, cocky, and with a huge cock—where have you been all these lonely nights, Diesel?

“You seem surprised,” he says, that devilish grin of his widening.

“You’re… huge.”

“Like I said, you seem surprised,” he repeats, yanking on my hair again and crushing his mouth against mine. I curl my fingers around his thick shaft then, and start moving my hand up and down, stroking him over the fabric of his pants. God, I need to see his cock… I need to feel it.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I place both of my hands on chest and give him a slight push. He takes one step back, his lips leaving mine, and I use the opportunity to go down on my knees. Once I’m on the floor, I look up at him, my hand still on his crotch, and I realize that I’ve never wanted to taste a man’s cock as much as I do now.

With my heart feeling as tight as a coiled spring, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it, my eyes locked on Diesel’s. He just looks at me as I take the belt out from its loops, and then reach for his fly. I unzip it, grab his pants and pull them down to his knees. His cock is straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs, a thick hard rod of power and lust. I flatten my hand against it, chomping on my lip as I feel the warm proximity of his cock.

“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 lap 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.