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Blood runs through my cheeks, and I know I must look like a cherry tomato right now. But my face isn’t the only place where boiling blood is running to; my insides are warming up, and my pussy becomes even wetter than it was on the ride here. It’s going to happen, isn’t it? We’re really going to fuck.
Sure, he might not be a real bad boy, an outlaw, but there’s something about him… There’s an edge to his eyes, and his grin sometimes looks dangerous as well. And, well, he does have a bike. No, I’m not futile enough to fuck a guy just because he has a bike, but I gotta tell you… Riding his bike, my crotch against his hips as he swerved in and out of traffic, it was something surreal. My arms were lacing his torso the whole time, feeling his strong frame, and I couldn’t help but imagine how he looks under his shirt. I guess it’s time to find out.
“Well, I don’t break promises,” I purr, my eyes still locked on his lips. He’s smiling now and, God, I’ve never seen lips as delicious as his. His mouth was designed for kissing and perhaps for something more. Just thinking of that is enough to send a shiver up my spine, and I bite on my lower lip as I imagine all the things he might do with his mouth…
“No need to play it cool, Lisa,” he says, his words just a whisper. “I know you’re dying for it.”
“I’m… I’m not…” Shit, I can barely think straight right now. Work, brain, work!
“Well, I guess I should just take you home, then,” he teases me, and that’s when my brain decides to start working. Except, instead of leading me down a straight and narrow path, it makes me jump down a sinful cliff. Without bothering to answer him, I just close the distance between our mouths and press my lips against his.
My eyelids go down by instinct, the taste of his lips making me dizzy. His hands go down from my waist to my ass and, squeezing my cheeks with his long fingers, he pulls me into him. I tremble with anticipation as I feel something hard and impossibly huge pushing against my dress, and I just press my body against his.
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.
