I don’t.
He lowers himself to my belly, kissing lower and lower, his strong hands parting my thighs gently but firmly, his eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that makes my core clench.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with need, before leaning in.
His warm breath fans over my folds, sending a shiver up my spine. I gasp as his tongue flicks out, tracing the length of my slit slowly.
The sensation is electric. Wet, hot, and insistent, making my hips buck involuntarily.
Diesel groans against me, the vibration humming through my pussy as he presses his mouth closer. His lips seal around my clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, drawing a moan from deep in my throat.
I've never felt anything like this; it's overwhelming, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly. His tongue swirls in circles,teasing the sensitive nub before dipping lower to push inside me, fucking me with shallow thrusts that mimic what I crave deeper.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as I arch off the bed. "Diesel... oh god," I whimper, my body trembling.
He doesn't let up, one hand sliding up my thigh to hold me open wider while the other slips two fingers into my wetness, curling them just right to stroke that spot inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
He pumps them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue on my clit, building me higher and higher.
The pressure mounts, my breaths coming in short pants. I'm so close, teetering on the edge. Diesel senses it, sucking harder, his fingers thrusting faster.
"Come for me, baby," he growls against my skin, and that's all it takes.
My orgasm crashes over me, waves of ecstasy rippling through my body as I cry out, my pussy clenching around his fingers, flooding his mouth with my release. He laps it all up greedily, not stopping until I'm a quivering mess beneath him.
As I come down, panting and flushed, Diesel rises, his lips glistening with me. He sheds the rest of his clothes quickly, revealing his hard cock, thick and veined, standing ready.My breath stutters.
His eyes track mine as I stare. “Don’t be scared,” he rasps. “You were made to take me.”
That heat flares again, need and trust curling together in my chest.
He settles between my legs, the head of his cock dragging slow along my soaked folds. I gasp, body arching toward him.
“I’ll go slow,” he says, voice like gravel and thunder. “I’ll take care of you.”
I nod, legs wrapping around him, trying to pull him in.
He pushes in inch by inch, the burn stretching through me, raw and real. I wince, and he stops immediately, his mouth capturing mine, kissing me deep and soft while I breathe through it.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispers into the kiss. “So fuckin’ tight. So goddamn brave.”
He sinks in the rest of the way, groaning into my neck. My walls flutter around him, my body full in a way that steals thought.
“Jesus, Grace. You feel like heaven and hell wrapped up in silk.”
He starts to move. Slow, controlled thrusts that grind against my clit and have me clutching at him. The pain fades into heat, and the pleasure comes fast.
My nails dig into his back. “Yes, Diesel. Just like that.”
His rhythm changes, hips snapping forward harder, deeper, his cock hitting that spot that makes stars dance behind my eyes.
“You’re mine now,” he growls. “You get that? Not because I fuck you like this. Because I’d tear the world apart for you.”
I moan, words slipping out without thought. “I’m yours. I’m yours.”
His hand moves between us, fingers rough and skilled as they find my clit again. I’m already close.
“Come for me, baby,” he says, voice wrecked. “Show me who you belong to.”
