Page 3 of Diesel

“Promises promises.” She put her arms around my neck and lifted a leg around my waist. I moved her leg away and made her face the bed, her ravenous ass against my cock. Her shorts hit the floor, the front of her thongs drenched. If created properly, anticipation was an amazing aphrodisiac.

“I’m going to fuck you sinfully,” I said. “Drive the devil out of your soul.” I reached between us, pushing my middle finger into her wet pussy. She moaned and pushed against my hips. “Bend your ass over, G.”

Few things are as beautiful as kneeling behind a woman when she is bent forward. I placed both hands on Gigi’s ass and squeezed, pulling the cheeks apart and opening her ass and pussy for full view. I noticed her head turned, the anticipation in her eyes growing. A man who could read a woman’s eyes was destined to please her.

I ran a finger through her pussy lips, wet, warm, and ready. Not every woman tasted the same; Gigi was no exception, though she was delicious. I caressed her clit with my tongue, the vibration of moans exhilarating.

Gigi flinched when I slipped a finger inside her wetness, her arousal sending her hands to the bed for support. With her clit between my lips, I gently sucked in and out, a predatory appetite for the woman growing exponentially into the club life.

“Fuck, Diesel,” she murmured. “I don’t want to wait.”

I stood and pushed her head to the bed and moved back to my knees, a second finger stroking her inside, my lips barbarously, lustfully, fucking her clit. Gigi moaned and moaned again before pressing her ass back against my face. She came hard, the taste both tart and sweet. She collapsed forward, spent, pussy creamy and still throbbing.

“I’m not done, sweetheart,” I said.

I moved a wet finger into her ass, and she whined. “I don’t do that,” she said.

“Too sinful?” I asked and pushed my finger deeper. She squeezed, but I left my finger inside up to the knuckle. I would take great pleasure in teaching her the things she hid from.

“That’s, that’s nasty, Diesel.” It may have been, but something in her voice suggested she wanted to continue with nasty. I grabbed her blonde curls and pulled back, her eyes toward the ceiling, and relentlessly moved my middle finger in and out.

Gigi cried out, moments later rocking her succulent hips. “I want your cock, Diesel,” she said. “I wanna try it.”

Gigi reached back and placed her hand on my stomach. My dick pressed against her asshole, spreading the tight entrance. Gigi hesitated, tightening her ass. Her fragile eyes watched me.

“I’m moving in,” I said and pressed forward.

Gigi relaxed and took deep breaths, her delicate ass losing its virginity. She cried out, and I stopped. She grabbed the sheets and watched me again, her eyes no longer fragile. They were curious, ardent, relaying her readiness. I finished moving forward and held my cock in her ass. She nodded, and I pulled back a bit, letting her catch a breath and fade into the sensual delight.

“More,” she said. “But slowly. I don’t know if I can do it.”

At first, I did as she asked. Slowly. Lewdly. Blood pulsed in my veins, and I felt the carnal urges taking over. Gigi tried to turn, but I pulled hard on her hair. She moaned, and then the animalistic fucking began. I slammed against her ass, the vile act throwing me into a dark chasm.

Gigi grunted, trying to speak, her voice lost in the onslaught. She gave up talking and lost herself in what we were doing, her ass hungrily taking in my cock. I came, and she screamed, looking back, eyes wide and full of surprise.

“Fuck,” she said. “I didn’t think I could do that.”

I pulled away and watched her ass, holding her down. Come ran down her leg, and with a single finger, I scooped. “Open your mouth.”

“What? No way.”

“Open, Gigi.”

Decadence was part of my soul; if she wanted to be with me, it would have to become part of hers. Gigi opened her mouth and sucked greedily on my finger. I pushed her forward and turned her over, spreading her legs.

I kissed her slick pussy and then moved upward, placing my lips on hers. I tasted my come on her lips and buried my mouth against hers. Before going back down, eating her voraciously, I said, “This is my way, Gigi. Take it for what it is, or be with Charles. I’m going to torment you sexually. Make you not just want me but need me. You won’t be able to live a single day without me fucking you. Eating you. Owning you.” I moved down and licked her pussy, eyes rising to meet hers. “Can you handle me, Gigi? I will own every bit of you. Ass, pussy, mind, and soul.”

Gigi put her hands around my head. “I was once a good girl, Diesel. That’s gone.” She rubbed my cheek. “I want to crave you. I want to fuck you endlessly. Most of all, I want to be owned. By . . . you.”

2

Gigi

I once saw a quote that said not everyone who wandered was lost. I think that’s me. It’s where I am in life. Yeah, my father has a lot of money, and by extension, I have a lot of money, but I needed more than that in my life. It’s why I could walk away from Charles. That would have been the biggest mistake of my young life. Though part of my circle told me it was time to get married and spit out a couple of kids, deep down, it wasn’t right for me.

A cheap hotel room. That’s how the club decorated their rooms. A Brothers of Chaos banner hung above the bed’s headboard. A little fridge stocked with beer sat in the far corner. A nightstand sat next to the bed, the drawer partially open, the lube Diesel used last night yet to find its way back into the drawer. I spied several sex toys, some I’d seen on the Internet, some I had no idea how they would be used.

I threw back the covers, naked, and planted my feet on the orangish shag carpet. I didn’t want to think about the grime and dried fluids beneath my feet.

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