Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

“Oh God oh God,” I repeat over and over again, my brain frying inside my skull. Each thrust of his is sweeter than everything I have ever known, the pleasure that buzzes around my brain so addictive that I know I’ll never tire of his cock.

“No God in here, babe,” he says, “just me.” With that, he builds up his rhythm until I almost pass out. His thrusts are so fierce that every single cell in my brain has been directed to try and process how amazing it all feels.

I open my mouth to speak, to tell him not to stop, but all that leaves my lips is a groan of utter pleasure. My arms and legs grow weak, and I just press my forehead against the bed, closing my eyes and waiting for that orgasmic tidal wave to come and sweep me off my feet. And that’s exactly what happens; in a fraction of a second, something snaps inside of me. This time I don’t even moan or scream. I just stop breathing, pleasure rushing through me so violently that my lungs even forget their function momentarily.

Diesel is close too. I can feel it by the way he moves, his movements growing from just fast to hurried and anxious. And then, one final stroke and that’s it, all of his muscles become as hard as marble and he grabs at my thighs almost too violently, holding me in place as pleasure simply runs over both of us.

He erupts like a madman, his cock spasming so hard inside my ass that I don’t even know how I can take it. He shoots his cum hard, the delight of release taking hold of my body, mind and soul. I remain like that for almost a minute, an endless torrent of semen cascading out of his cock and into me.

For a fraction of a second my scream of pleasure dances with the sound of his harsh breathing as he gushes inside me and, just for this second, I can’t think of a more perfect moment.

Pulling out from me, slowly, I tremble as he does it. “Fuck, this was… intense,” he says, and his voice comes at me as if he’s standing on the side of the universe. My brain is still reeling from the last orgasm, and I don’t even know where I am anymore. My place, his place? Times Square? Who cares?

“This was so--” I start to say, but the moment I feel his lips on my lower back, I fall silent again. He lays gentle kisses over the curve of my ass cheeks, and then starts moving in toward my crack. Without a moment’s hesitation, he takes his mouth right between my thighs and presses it against my pussy.

Using his tongue, he starts scooping up the cum that's dripping down from my inside of pussy and, once he has licked my folds dry, he starts moving up. I shudder as I feel his tongue going over my crack, fishing out every strand of cum, and then he finally crushes his mouth against my ass. His tongue jabs inside of me with fast strokes, and I start moaning again, barely capable of understanding what’s really happening. Christ, this is amazing!

“Fuck,” he breathes out, finally pulling back from me and laying down on top of the mattress, his eyes closed shut as he tries to catch his breath. I lay next to him, breathing as hard as he is.

“This was… something else,” I whisper, not sure of what to say. He turns to me, a lustful flicker in his eyes, and then just smiles.

“You drive me crazy, Lisa,” he says, and I just smile back at him. Somehow, there’s nothing I can say to him that will make this moment any more perfect. With that silly smile of happiness on my lips, I drift off and let a sweet darkness overtake me.

He might not be a real outlaw, but he sure is a bad boy when

it comes to sex.

68

Lisa

I wake slowly, stretching as I do so. God, that felt good! Everything felt good. Diesel’s dick was amazeballs. All I need out of life is a deep dicking. Every day.

Oh yeah, I could get used to that idea.

Hold on...

I breathe in deep.

Wow, he's making breakfast! Or someone's making breakfast.

I slide out of bed, but instead of putting on my clothes, I decide to wear Diesel’s shirt instead. Yeah, it’s cheesy as hell to wear a guy’s button-up shirt down to breakfast, but c’mon—everyone does it for a reason. There’s really no better way to show off your legs, and there’s something about wearing a guy’s shirt that just makes them horny as fuck.

Not that Diesel needed help in that department, but who am I kidding? Like I’d complain if he were to fuck me again this morning. Satisfying myself on his dick? There's no such thing. I’m gonna be 92 and still wanting him to fuck me hard and unprotected.

I stop in my tracks, halfway down the stairs to the kitchen. When I am 92? Why am I thinking about being with Diesel that far into the future? This is just a fling, and nothing more. I want a real man, and Diesel, no matter what he claims, just isn’t it. He’s something fun to play with until a real outlaw comes along.

Reassured, I continue my descent, spotting Diesel in the kitchen with a damn kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder. I don’t know if I should groan or laugh. I slip up behind him and put my arms around him.

“Good morning,” I say, laying my head against his back. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fucking amazing,” he says with a growl, turning around in my arms and pulling me up to his lips for a mind-blowing kiss. “I think you’re my sleep talisman; I sleep better in your arms than I do at home.”

“I think I just wear you out,” I say with a naughty smile, and go back for another one of his mind-blowing kisses. We pull apart, finally, when I can smell something...

Burning?

“Fuck!” Diesel says, pulling the pan off the gas burner and flicking off the flame. We stare down at the pan of burnt scrambled eggs in silence.