Diego’s blue eyes soften as he runs a hand up my back to grip the back of my neck. He holds my gaze then kisses me slowly, madly, deeply and long. My hips roll and I grip his shoulders, moving faster.
I feel beautiful with the way he gazes at me and the way he touches me. Maybe it is only lust, but I feel a deeper connection. One of belonging and understanding. I push him back by the shoulder, covering his body with mine. Chest to chest. Skin to skin. I suck on his neck, marking his inked skin with my teeth. My body is aching for him to take what he wants and to give me what I need. I’ve always known I wasn’t like other girls in that way.
I want a man to possess me.
To own me completely like no other can.
Only him.
Only Diego.
I want him.
Only him.
Our mouths fuse together as his rough fingers roam my torso and backside touching and teasing me all over.
Sitting up, I circle my hips, rubbing against him. “Do you want me, Diablo?” I grin, fingering the nickname tatted over his right pec, tracing the pattern with my fingertip.
His hips thrust, his erection pressing against me. Wetness pools between my thighs as he repeats the motion over and over again. Those crystal blues never leave mine. My lips part
as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I’m drowning in him. Hooking his fingers along the crotch of my lace bottoms he smiles. “You’re soaked.” Leaning up he claims my mouth as his finger glides through my silken heat back and forth torturing me while his tongue sweeps alongside mine. I break away to catch my breath. Diego smirks at me. “Do you taste as sweet as you look?” Bringing the same finger to his mouth he sucks on the long thick digit. Closing his eyes, he lets out an, “Mhmm,” sound.
Rolling me to my back, Diego takes control, pinning my arms over my head with one hand while the other works on removing my panties. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I kick at my left ankle with my right foot, freeing myself of the lace. Slipping between my legs he hooks a hand under my ass, the other palm down on my lower belly. I freeze when he dips his head down, nose to my pussy and inhales the scent of my arousal. Capping his mouth over my sensitive bud he works his tongue, frenching my pussy.
Holy shit, he’s got a magic tongue. I’ve always wondered what oral felt like and the reality exceeds any expectations I conjured up. My fingers instinctively go to his hair. My body tightens and I know I’m on the verge of the big O. Apparently Diego does too. Grinning up at me, he says, low and feral, “You melt like sugar on my tongue.” Then he is back to tasting and pleasing me.
He does this thing where he finger fucks me while paying special attention to my clit with his magic mouth. My back arches and my knees shake. My legs thrash but Diego holds me in place, keeping me right where he wants me. It’s all too much yet fantastic at the same time.
Diego eases his boxers down, and I know this is it. He’s going to fuck me. The dangerous biker continues to gaze down at my body with hungry eyes. Clouds cover the moon darkening the room setting an eerie yet romantic scene.
“You gonna keep staring at me like that or are you going to fuck me?”
“My princessa has a dirty mouth.” He looms over me, spreading my thighs wider, settling between them once more. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “Damn, baby, you’re tight.” I grimace as he pushes inside me and stops. My body is burning and stretching like a rubber band that is ready to snap. Diego lets out a guttural groan. His body trembles against mine. “Fuck me. Are you a virgin, Sybil?”
I bite my bottom lip and give him a nod.
“And you’re giving this to me?”
I arch my back and flex my hips sending him deeper in answer.
He kisses me deep and hard. I say a silent prayer that I’m not making a mistake in trusting him.
“I don’t deserve you, but I want you anyway,” he whispers against my lips and kisses me again. Drawing back out he comes back harder than before. Diego shoves himself further in and the pain is almost unbearable because he’s so big, too thick…too long. A tear trickles down my cheek and he bends his head down to kiss it away. “It’ll start to feel good. I promise.”
And he’s right. Once I relax and focus on the way he’s talking gently and staring deep into my eyes, it does feel good. Moving his hips, Diego starts thrusting at a leisurely pace, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion. The more he moves the better it feels as his thick cock slides in and out of my heat. I allow my body to guide me. He’s being slow, sweet, and gentle. It’s driving me crazy. Digging my nails into his back I urge him to go faster. Pressure is building in my lower abdomen. My toes curl into the mattress beneath me as he rubs his finger over my clit in sync with his relentless thrusts.
“Oh,” I let out in a whisper, my eyes rolling back in my head as a tremble quakes through my body.
“That’s it, Princessa, cum on this cock.”
I smile up at Diego and his lips come down on mine kissing me with possession. Our tongues moving together, fighting for control. He wins, and I have a sinking feeling he always will.
I think I’d give him anything he wants right now.
Legs wrapped around him I bow my back taking all he has to give never wanting to let go.