Page 32 of Gypsy Angel

“It’s me, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Viper pulled Diesel’s back to him as he kept murmuring into her ear. The whole time he kept whispering to her, he kept touching her, letting her know he wouldn’t hurt her for all the tea in the world.

“I’ll stop…”

“NO! Don’t stop. If you do, they win.” Diesel rasped, reaching behind her to hold him to her.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Cheryl.”

“You won’t! I trust you!”

Viper groaned at Diesel’s words. Leaning down the short distance to fuse his lips to hers, he devoured her lips. Reeling in taste of her, his beast managed to beat back some of the rage that was bubbling over him. The visions of her in harm’s way calmed down because he could now reconcile that she was in his arms. Alive, breathing and fucking beautiful as ever!

While Viper kissed her, feeding on her lips, he used her juices and his fingers to tease her tight hole, slowly lipping his middle finger past the tightness that tried to keep him out. Once his finger breached the entrance, he teased his finger in an out. Gathering more of her wetness, he returned to her tightness, stretching her with two fingers, teasing in and out, slowly adding a third finger.

While he was kissing and teasing her ass, he slowly moved in and out of her pussy, keeping her overstimulated so she didn’t think of what was going on. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her, send her to that dark recess of her mind. He wanted to do what she asked, erase their memory, show her how it could really be, if it was done right.

Leaning over the couch arm, Viper removed his fingers, gripping his cock as he positioned himself at the entrance of Diesel’s ass. Slowly he pushed forward, breaking through the entrance that was trying to keep him out. As he pushed inward, he fingered Diesel’s clit, causing her to moan.

Once he was balls deep inside Diesel’s ass, he leaned his head against her shoulder, trying to gain control. She was so fucking tight. When she started wiggling her ass, he knew she was ok. Viper started moving, thrusting in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust to his movements, fighting against his need to fuck her ass hard.

Pulling her up, holding her throat, he pulled her back for him to feast on her lips as he fingered her pussy. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out but he didn’t want to lose control and hurt her. He was holding on by a very thin, loose thread here.

“Stop holding back, Dean.” Diesel panted between kisses.

Viper could feel her body vibrating. He had assumed it was the memories assaulting her, but her words led him to realize otherwise. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Like you want me.” Diesel pleaded, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Viper stared into her eyes for several seconds to see what she was unable to say. She needed him in a way she never needed anyone before. She needed to know she was desired, wanted, sexual, loved. And God damn it, he was fucking out of this world in love with her, even if he couldn’t say the words himself. He couldn’t live without her, but he could give her what she wanted.

Roughly kissing her, nibbling on her lower lip as he pulled away, he gripped both her hips, looking down and watching his cock sliding in and out of her ass, made his cock even harder.

“Play with your clit, baby. I’m almost there. I need you to be too. Are you sure?” Viper asked one last time, making sure she was ok.

“Fuck…Me…Dean!” Diesel growled out, cocking her ass, yet again, to get him to move and fuck her hard.

Viper spanked her ass hard for good measure. Relishing in the feel of her body vibrating from pleasure. When he saw her hand go down to her pussy and felt her fingers doing what he asked, he let go. Gripping her hips, he started fucking her ass, as she requested.

“Fuck! I love your ass.” Viper panted, fighting the tingle making a long, slow ride up his spine.

He knew this was going to be a soul shattering orgasm for him. One he’d never felt before. Suddenly, split decision made, Viper pulled out of Diesel’s ass, placing his forehead on her back, his breathe sawing in and out of his lungs.

“Why did you stop?” Diesel asked, confusion in her voice, almost as if she was afraid it hadn’t been good enough for him.

“I’m not coming in your ass, tonight, baby. I’ll save that for another night. And trust me, after I’ve felt that delicious ass around my cock tonight, there will be other nights, especially now that I know you’re good with it, as long as it’s my cock.”

Viper got up and walked to the kitchen, wetting a paper towel and washed his cock off. Throwing the paper towel into the trash, he walked back into the living room, picking Diesel up, carrying her into the bedroom. Laying her down, he climbed up onto the bed and slowly entered her pussy, staring into her eyes.

Fucking into Diesel nice and slow, something he hadn’t done since they started seeing each other sexually, he leaned down and kissed her. Showing her with his kisses, his touches, his cock what he couldn’t say just yet. Not when he’s got fear, anger, and pure hatred in his heart for those who hurt her warring with his mind.

It didn’t take long once he got back inside her for him to feel her telltale signs of her impending orgasm. Hers was going to be just as hard as his, he knew. Especially when she started gripping his wrists, her panting mews, her body shaking, and the tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes.

Looking into her eyes, both of them coming on a silent scream as they held onto each other, he could see what she was afraid to tell him as well. They were both afraid to admit how much they felt for each other, what their heart truly wanted. Fate was a fickle bitch. He just had to hope fate wasn’t a mean bitch.

TWENTY-FOUR

Diesel laughed at something Showalter had said as she stole glances towards Viper, who was standing with Highlander and Jacko near their motorcycles talking. Last night changed things for them and she wasn’t sure how to handle it.

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