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A whine slipped free as I found his eager hole. Rimming the muscle with one finger, I shoved the skirt up with my free hand. My thumb brushed the head of his cock, rubbing precome into the silk. My finger came away wet.
Perfect.
He was wound tight and ready to burst—exactly where I wanted him.
“Please, Daddy,” he cried, hips rocking into my hand. His cock throbbed against my palm. “Please, please, please…”
“Shh,” I cooed. “I’ve got you baby girl.”
I didn’t tell him that neither of us would be touching his dick tonight. When he ruined those panties for me, it was going to be hands free and riding my cock. I dropped the hand cupping his bulge but made up for the loss by pressing into his body with my middle finger. Teddy moaned, rocking his hips over the digit and taking me deeper.
Teddy easily took one finger and begged for more. Iobliged, earning a slow smile of satisfaction with the second. He sighed, sinking onto both digits. “You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you baby girl?” I husked, crooking my fingers to tap his sweet spot.
Teddy jolted in my arms but swiveled his hips, urging me toward his prostate again. “More, Daddy,” he whimpered. “I need more. I need…”
Breathless and panting, Teddy dropped a hand to my crotch. I groaned and arched into the touch, my cock practically jumping into his palm. “Ah—okay. Okay, baby.” I pried his hand away, too close to the edge to have him touching me that way.
Despite his desperation, he cried harder when I pulled my fingers free. The condom wrapper crinkled in my hands, and Teddy stopped me with a hand on my chest. “Clear,” he muttered. “I had a physical last week.”
I happily tossed the foil aside. “Good. Me too.”
Shoving my boxer briefs down, I poured more lube into my palm and slicked up my shaft. The sound drew Teddy’s attention south. Even without the ability to see what I was doing, his mouth watered. He licked his lips, and my eyes dropped to track the motion.
God, I wished I had more time with him. I’d love to know what that pretty mouth felt like around my cock.
With the announcement of the next dancer on the stage, I knew the evening—and our time together—was coming to an end. I needed to speed things up.
Nudging Teddy onto his knees again, I lined myself up with his entrance, instantly feeling the heat from his body wash over my dick. “Alright, pretty baby,” I told him. “Brace yourself.”
3
MAVERICK
Sweat beaded across my hairline,plastering my curls to my face. I trembled in Diesel’s arms but true to his namesake, he held onto me tight. My thighs quivered, spread to either side of his and giving him perfect access to my ass. When he shoved the panties aside again and the thick head of his cock notched against my entrance, my breath hitched. All of a sudden, those two fingers didn’t feel like enough. This man was going to split me apart but if the way my cock jumped was any indication, I didn’tcare. How I’d held on this long, I didn’t know. Precome soaked my panties, creating a slick glide for the fabric along my oversensitive dick.
I moaned, rolling my hips over Diesel’s cockhead. It would take nothing for me to drop, letting him fill me up until I felt him in the back of my throat—but he hadn’t given me permission. Try as I might, my body wouldn’t disobey him. It was like it just knew that I was meant to submit.
My lungs burned, desperate for oxygen. Seconds seemed to stretch into minutes until Diesel’s hand curled around my hip, and he muttered the one word I needed to hear. “Slowly.”
Despite my body’s protests, I sank down gently. I had to. If I gave into the burning desire to spear myself onto him, he’d split mein two. Moaning and with gentle rocks of my hips, I worked him inch by glorious inch. The burn was indescribable. Pleasure licked across my veins and sent a shiver down my spine. Diesel shifted, knocking my prostate and nearly vaulting me off the edge. He let go of his cock, placing his hands on my thighs and shoving the skirt out of the way as I moved. Smooth leather gave way to rough, calloused hands that elicited sparks dancing across my skin. He worked with his hands—he had to.
Muscles flexed beneath my fingertips as I explored his body, and I determined that he was likely an athlete too, but I didn’t allow myself too long to ponder the idea. Doing so made this mystery thing a little less mysterious.
Finally, I was fully seated. My body was dying to move, to feel this man railing into me until I was nothing but a blubbering mess—but his hands resting on my hips was all it took for me to keep still. The promise of being good—beinghisgood girl—was enough. Still, my hips twitched. My cock throbbed, clear liquid soaking into my panties. The act of coming in my pants felt wrong…dirty, but also hot and filthy in all the right ways at the same time.
Diesel shifted, drawing a groan from deep in the pit of my stomach. “Please, Daddy,” I cried. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, crawling down my cheeks before I could stop them.
“Go ahead, baby girl,” he growled, easing his grip. “Take it easy.”
I rose onto my knees and as I sank down again, Diesel met me halfway, pulling a shout from me that made me grateful for the thumping bass of the music. Even if someone had heard, I didn’tcare. Diesel cupped my throbbing erection in his hand, giving me a not-quite-tight-enough squeeze. “That’s it, princess,” he praised, my cock throbbing in his palm. “Make a mess of these for me.”
Another guttural sound pressed past my lips. Arms around his neck, I dropped my head to his shoulder. My hips moved of their own accord now, Diesel’s hands only serving as a gentle guide. Myheart felt ready to burst out of my chest. I fucked myself onto him at a pace that I could hardly keep up with.
“I’m close,” I whined, feeling that telltale chill zipping down my spine.
Diesel groaned, clenching my hips and rocketing me toward the edge. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me have it.”
I gritted my teeth, not quite ready—not until he’d claimed me in a way that would remind me of who he was for weeks to come. “Harder,” I pleaded, placing my hands over his. “Mark me.”
