Page 49 of Diesel
Breathless, I nodded. I bit my lip and clawed at anything within reach. It felt so good. Like nothing I had felt before. Like everything I could have only ever imagined.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Say it, baby. I want to hear you say it.” His breath was hot against my shoulder as he spoke.
But I couldn’t say it. I had never done or said anything like that before. He pulled my head back so he could look at me, his hands holding firmly onto each side of my face. My eyes widened and I felt the blush creeping up from my chest.
“P-please.” I couldn’t form words, let alone the ones he wanted me to say. He slowed his movements and the buildup I felt coming halted. I cried out on the inside. I was so close and I wanted it so bad.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.” He thrust into me quickly, the sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the room. Then he pulled back slowly. I could feel every bump and vein and ridge of him. I could feel his piercing sliding against me as my walls quaked and tightened, trying to pull him back inside of me. I squirmed and writhed urgently against him, trying to get some sort of friction. Desperate for more, everything inside of me broke.
“Fill me up please, Caleb!” I screamed. “I want to feel you deep inside of me.”
I didn’t even have a second to freak out about what I had just said. Sure, It wasn’t anywhere near the level of hot and filthy words he had just sad to me. But it was more than I could have ever imagined myself saying. It seemed to satisfy him, though. He gripped me again, a smirk on his face, and pounded into me relentlessly.
“That’s it, Ellie, come for me,” he demanded and I did. I came so hard, calling out his name over and over again, only seconds before he pulled me down and I felt his release fill me up again. “Fuck!” he growled out.
Spent, I collapsed onto him, both of us slick with sweat and panting. I was barely aware of him shifting, sliding me off of him and tucking me into his side before I drifted off.
