easts all over his delicious body. Grinning, I turn my back to him and move back, positioning his face right between my thighs. I ease myself down on his mouth and lean forward at the same time, his tongue brushing against my pussy while I guide his cock inside my mouth.
Spreading my legs wider, I rub my pussy against his mouth, rejoicing as he takes a mouthful. I roll my tongue around his shaft and then start bobbing my head up and down, my rhythm matching his. We go like that until Diesel stops, pulling out and taking a deep breath, and that’s when I realize that I can’t postpone this any longer. I’m done with all the foreplay: it’s time for some real action.
I lean forward, taking my pussy out of his mouth, and sit back across his thighs once more, my back turned to him. I lift myself up slightly and, grabbing his cock, I point it up as I ease myself down, brushing his tip against me. Instead of playing it gently, I throw all caution to the wind and simply go down, his shaft piercing me in one single stroke. I let out a mighty scream and immediately start to rock my body against his, my head thrown back as my hair cascades down my shoulders.
Jumping up and down, I allow his thick shaft to push its way past my folds over and over again, Diesel fucking me as if we only have a few minutes left to live. We go like that until I feel that familiar burning sensation inside of me, ecstasy clawing at my insides and trying to break free.
I come with one mighty scream, my brain stretched thin as a violent orgasm embraces it and chokes down every trace of rationality.
I don’t take a break; I just slide his cock out of me and go on all fours, swaying my ass from side to side, inviting him in. Going to his knees hurriedly, he positions himself behind me and brushes his shaft against my pussy, teasing me until I start thrusting back at him, somehow trying to force him to fuck me.
I grit my teeth as he smacks me hard across my ass, the sound of it almost making me explode. He does it again and again, my ass cheeks becoming sore from the pain but, at the same time, still wanting more. But there isn’t more; he replaces his hard smacking with one gentle finger, brushing it between my ass cheeks and making it hover above my hole. Pressing down, he makes me moan loudly, and that’s when he decides to slide his cock inside my pussy.
I prepare to scream as he goes all the way in, but no sound leaves my mouth. Only when he slides out do my vocal chords start to work again but, even so, all they manage to produce is nothing more than a timid croak of pleasure. Only when his pace starts to grow steadily, adrenaline filling my body and renewing my energies, do I finally let a violent scream climb up my throat and explode in my mouth.
With him fingering my ass and fucking my pussy, I don’t even need to move my body—thrusting hard, his cock going in and out of my pussy at a furious pace while his fingers demolish the nerve endings on my ass.
He fucks me as if his pleasure is my only purpose and, screw it, I don’t care how that sounds; I love it. I truly do. There’s something exhilarating about being used like this, my body nothing more than the perfect vessel for a man like Diesel to unleash all of his desire.
With his cock pounding me this hard, it doesn’t take long for my nerve endings to be overwhelmed by a raging inferno of pleasure. Scorched and turning into ashes, they send waves of ecstasy all the way up to my brain, giving me a high no drug on Earth could ever produce.
I collapse on top of the mattress, flailing my limbs as if my brain suddenly decided to give up on me and cut all contact with the rest of my body. Diesel stops moving then, his cock buried in me to the hilt as I come, moaning against the sheets.
Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me and I summon whatever strength I still have in me to lift myself up from the bed.
This last orgasm almost destroyed me, but I don’t care: I want to be destroyed. I want to be fucked until I can no longer think coherently and my throat becomes raw from all the screaming. Struggling, I go on all fours, reaching behind me and grabbing his hand; I pull him in harshly, and he positions himself behind me, eager.
“More,” I mutter, pushing my ass against his cock. “More.”
I don’t need to repeat myself, except, this time, he doesn’t go for my pussy. In half a second he’s pushing his cock inside my ass, my heart beating so hard that it’s all I hear. I can’t get tired of this, even if my heart suddenly gave in, I think I'd want more. He’s just too good… And I can never get enough of what’s good.
As weird as it may sound, this is one of the sweetest moments in my life. With my eyes closed, I hear the sound of flesh on flesh, Diesel’s thighs slapping my ass. It’s a symphony, one as sweet as it is sinful. And, let’s be honest, who doesn’t like some quick dirty sinning? I sure do, although I’d probably pass on the quick side of it; that’s just be a waste.
We keep going like this for what seems like an eternity, time and space losing all their meaning as our bodies blend into one another. We go fast, we go hard. Thick beads of sweat are forming on my forehead and dripping down, locks of hair plastered to my face as I move. My whole body is burning, and I’m in a feverish state; I don’t even know how I’m still moving. But I am… Oh, I’m moving, and I’m doing it as fast as I can, impaling myself on Diesel’s cock.
I don’t last long: when he places his hand between my thighs and slides two fingers inside my pussy, I come as hard as I've ever done. With his cock still buried deep inside my ass, I stop moving, bunching up the sheets with my trembling fingers as waves of pleasure lap against each and every one of my muscles. This is more than just pleasure or ecstasy… This goes way beyond that. This is like absolute transcendence. Forget about enlightenment, heaven, or Nirvana—this, right here, is the real thing.
My body completely spent, I move forward, Diesel’s cock sliding out of me as I collapse on top of the mattress. I’m breathing hard and sore all over, but I’m not done yet; I reach for his cock with my hand and, grabbing it, I start jerking him hard. My wrist hurts, my arm hurts, everything in me hurts right now, to be honest, but I don’t stop. I keep going until Diesel has to close his eyes and grit his teeth, his cock spasming against my hand. Feeling him on the verge, I give him my all, and, just like that, I have my reward: his cock starts to shoot a river of cum, the first drops hitting me right in the arm. But then he keeps gushing, his warm semen flying straight to my chest.
Lying down on the bed and under him, I keep milking him as he covers me in his ecstasy, his warmness coating my naked skin. The moment he stops gushing into me, my chest is already a mess, my hard nipples covered in his white fluids.
“Fuck,” he sighs hard as he comes, ropes of semen covering my naked body. He keeps shooting while I stroke him as fast as I can, my hand just a blur.
I have to close my eyes as thick strands of cum fly to my face, hitting me in a never-ending cascade. It goes on forever and, when I open my eyes, I look down my body and can’t help but smile as I see my chest completely covered in cum.
My mouth is open wide, tongue sticking out as I point Diesel’s cock straight at me. I keep still as he fills my mouth to the brim, his white cum completely coating my tongue. Finally, when he has nothing more inside of him, I let go of his cock. He reaches for me immediately, his hands going to my breasts, his fingers spreading his own cum all over me.
As he grabs my breasts, I can’t take my eyes his mouth: I lean into him and, parting my lips slightly, I wrap them around his tongue and push the cum I have in my mouth into his. I let the cum slide from one mouth to the other, the scent and flavor of it inundating me. As I pull back from our kiss, Diesel scoops up the semen on my breasts with two of his fingers and slides them inside my mouth; unconscious desire guiding me, I suck his fingers dry, swallowing all the cum inside my mouth.
I lick my lips then, cleaning them off of every last drop of cum and, as I do it, Diesel starts licking my chest, scooping all the cum there. With a grin on my lips, I take my fingers to his head and tangle my fingers in his hair. He keeps going until there’s nothing else on my skin, both our mouths now completely filled with cum; then we lean into one another, kissing wildly and swapping all the fluids we’ve scooped up.
You know what? Even if Diesel wasn’t the bad boy he turned out to be, I think in the end everything would work out. You know why? Because this feels fucking amazing. And I’m not talking only about the sex. No, I mean the whole package.
“I love you, I really do,” I say, grabbing his hand and squeezing lightly, my heart fluttering inside my chest.
“I love you too,” Diesel says, gently smiling as he into my eyes.
Holding him close to me, there’s one certainty inside my heart: no matter what happens, no matter what the world throws at us… We are one, now, and forever. And nothing will ever change that.