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“Fuck,” he moans, and his hips buck off the bed when I drag my tongue along the underside of his cock and down to his balls before I kiss and lick his strong, muscular legs. “Cassidy.”
I love how my name sounds on his lips, all guttural and gritty like I make him crazy too. Goosebumps skitter over my skin when his hands move to my head. His fingers sift through my hair as if he justhasto touch me while I’m pleasing him.
“Cassidy,” he growls. “Don’t tease me. Not now.”
My pussy clenches at his words, and I kiss my way back up to his beautiful cock, long and thick and so hard my mouth waters.My eyes meet his as I wrap one hand around his cock, ignoring the pain in my other hand because I’m so desperate to feel good and normal, while my tongue flicks over the bead of liquid at the slit of his cock. “Mmm,” I moan and wrap my lips around the tip, sliding my lips slowly down his length.
“Fuck. Yeah.” His head falls back against the pillow, but his hands continue to hold me and play with my hair. “Cassidy.”
I take him deeper and deeper, fully in control, and that thought makes me feel better, gives me a confidence boost. That sense of control and power is flowing through me as I take him to the back of my throat and moan.
“Fucking shit, Cassidy!”
I smile and suck him off in long, slow strokes, taking him as deep as I can. His balls pull up tight, and I know he’s close. So, I keep going, increasing my speed and intensity until my eyes close, and I lose myself in the deep, masculine sounds of pleasure that echo against the walls.
“Fuck, woman!”
My eyes fly open when he grips my hair right, crashing right into his dark, seductive gaze. “Yes,” I ask innocently.
“Up here. Now.”
I shiver at his commanding tone so at odds with the playful, laidback guy he is usually. I slip off my panties and crawl up his body, straddling his hips, dragging my wet pussy along his hard length. “So hard,” I moan as I move back and forth, the hard ridge of his cock applying just the right amount of pleasure to my clit.
Diesel’s hands move to my hips, pulling me back and forth along his cock, the pressure against my clit so much I explode within minutes. “So fucking beautiful,” he growls. “So fucking hot, Cass.”
I smile and shiver once more. “That was fast.”
“Hot,” he says again. “I can feel your juices coating my cock. Ride my cock, Cassidy.”
The second I slide down and his cock fills me up completely, I grind like a mad woman. I want him. I need him. I ride his cock like it’s my job like I grew up sitting on top of a horse like I knew how to country line dance. “Diesel.” I say his name in a warning as another wave of pleasure tears through my body.
His fingertips sink into my flesh, holding me while his hips pump up so deep my vision blurs. “Ah, fuck, Cassidy. I can feel your pussy clenching around me. Such a greedy cunt.”
My hips move faster at his dirty words, and smaller but still intense aftershocks pulse through my body, gripping his cock possessively. “Diesel,” I moan again as another wave crawls up my spine and explodes out of me.
“Let go. Come all over my cock like I know you can.”
His words go straight to my clit while his thick cock gets harder inside of me. The last burst rips my chest apart, and pleasure takes over. I tremble and shake, convulse violently as a rush of liquid coats us both. My hips keep moving, hoping for one last aftershock, one last shiver.
“Oh fuck, babe,” he roars. His hips shoot up, and his cock pumps into me, filling me up until all I can do is collapse on top of him.
After a few minutes of trying to come back down to earth, he says, “Fuck, Cassidy. That was…I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
A smile spreads across my face as I hear the rapid thumping of his heart beneath my ear. “It was pretty intense,” I say, trying to downplay how much he affects me.
It’s more than just physical exertion or the rush of pleasure. It’s Diesel. He’s been so caring, helpful, and kind that I feel drawn to him.
I like him. A lot. But deep down, I know that it’s probably just the situation combined with amazing sex.
Or maybe it’s something more.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Diesel
The early morning sun sneaks through the blinds, throwing stripes of light across the kitchen. Cassidy’s standing at the stove with a wooden spoon in hand. It’s a domestic scene that would be ordinary if not for her attire—or lack of it.
She’s in a black tank top and tiny panties, and damn, it’s a sight that’s hard to ignore. But it’s not just the allure that catches me; it’s the bruises painting her skin, a harsh reminder of the hell she’s been through. It stirs a mix of anger and protectiveness in me, seeing her so vulnerable yet trying to find some normalcy.
