I stand on the mattress with my feet on either side of him, and he peels my jeans over my legs. I step out of them, and he flings them to the floor.
He runs his palms up my legs, gazing at me. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful, and you’re all mine.”
I straddle him again, and his middle finger finds my center. He plays with my nub, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. I rise up onto my knees, moaning, needing more, wanting more.
“Fuck, babe, you’re soaked for me.” The rasp of his voice hits me deep.
He works me with the heel of his hand while his thick finger curls up onto my G-spot.
“Fuck, babe… you feel that?” He grinds against me, and I swear the whole room disappears. He hooks his finger and presses deeper. My thighs clench, my knees shake, head spins, and my insides pulse and clench around his hand. My breath saws in and out of my lungs, but I need more—much more.
His mouth presses against my skin. “You okay?” His voice is gravel-soft, and I know we’re far from done.
I reach between us and circle his pulsing thickness. Hot and ready and everything I want—now.
His eyes connect with mine. “I need you.”
Those three words like a plea and a promise all wrapped up in one.
He digs a condom out of his pocket, sheaths himself, then grips my hips and slams me over him. The sensation is electrifying and potent. He fills me up, and I take every inch, needing more of him and knowing it will never be enough.
I buck against him, riding him to the edge. My body contracts with each thrust. I love how we fit together, move together. Perfect passion.
Diesel cups my face with his hand. “I’ll never hurt you, but I’ll wreck you for anyone else.”
I grind and shake against him, then whisper, “I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
His eyes narrow, his voice low and deadly, “Damn fuckin’ straight.”
He thrusts up into me over and over, and I take every inch knowing I will never feel this with anyone else but Diesel. I groan out my passion when my body lets go again and again. Shivers and electric jolts trip through my veins.
He throws his head back and howls at the ceiling, shouting, “You’re mine, mine.”
His hips slow, I collapse against his chest, and he gathers me in his arms, still inside me. We stay that way, my head pressed against his chest. His heart beats fast and strong.
“I don’t think I can move,” he whispers.
“I don’t think I want to move.”
After a few long minutes, he rolls me to his side. He threads his fingers through my hair, a smirk plastered over his face. “Ya know, there are gonna be a few things we have to work out when we’re in the gym together.”
“Like?” I narrow my eyes.
“I’m gonna treat you like any other fighter.”
“So that means you have to stop checking out my ass every chance you get.”
Diesel rolls his eyes. “Only if you stop checking out mine.”
“What?”
“Shit, I see you looking at me when I’m in the ring sparring.”
“Busted.” I laugh around the word.
“And when we’re alone, you have to keep my cock happy.” He squeezes me tighter. “And I have to keep you wet at all times.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of pressure.”
