Page 115 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Diesel,” she moaned.
“I love your tits, darlin’,” he grunted.
As he alternated tugging each nipple into his mouth, he massaged those soft sexy breasts, loving how they felt in his hands. Normally, he would spend time admiring every inch of her delectable body, curves and all, but at that moment, all he wanted was to feel their skin fused together.
As he slid one hand down the side of her smooth body, fingers curling around the thin lace straps of her panties, a sting of pain and pleasure coursed through his body. He released one of her buds and glanced up. Myla smiled wickedly at him as she bit the top of his shoulder again. “You like rough fucking.”
“A little rough.”
“Fuck, darlin’, I’m gonna blow before I get into your pussy.”
“Then get in there.” A stain of light red brushed across her cheeks, and he thought it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“Don’t you like me taking time with you?”
“I do, but I also like this”—she ran her fingers down his chest—“and this”—she squeezed his taut biceps, then traced the tattoos with a fingernail.
“Anything else,” he said in a thick voice.
“And I love this.” She wrapped her hand around his hard-as-hell cock.
“Fuck, woman. Shit like that’s gonna get you a hard banging.”
“Is it?” she asked, her eyes widening in jest.
“Turn around. Now. I wanna see that sexy ass.”
Myla rolled over, got onto all fours, and wiggled that sweet ass at him. He tore open the foil, sheathed the condom on his dick, then rubbed her firm ass cheeks. He dug the fingers of his hand into one of the globes while his other one cupped and massaged her pussy.
“Oh, shit,” she groaned, dipping her shoulders and arching her behind in the air.
“You’re fuckin’ hot and wet as hell,” he said as he ran an index finger through her slick folds. “I love it.” He bent over and kissed each of her ass cheeks tenderly, then bit them.
“Ouch!” she yelped.
“Sorry, darlin’, you’re making me horny as fuck.” He licked the red spot then sprinkled soft kisses and nips across her butt while thrusting his finger in and out of her sopping pussy.
Myla glanced over her shoulder at him, excitement and hunger brimming in her emerald gaze. “That feels so good. I want to feel you inside me.”
“You don’t have to ask twice, woman.” Straightening, he grabbed her hips and pushed inside slowly. “You good?”
“It feels amazing,” she said on a hitched breath.
He stayed inside her and played with her clit while she whimpered and backed her sweet ass up against him to take even more of his dick. He pulled out of her, covered his cock in her arousal, and slammed back into her.
“Oh crap!”
“You good?” he said.
“Oh yeah. Don’t stop.”
Leaning over, Diesel kissed the nape of her neck, cupped her swaying tits, then plunged into her. He rode her faster and faster, pistoning in and out of her slippery pussy, his balls smacking against her thigh. Myla moaned, and he grunted as the wet sounds of their slapping bodies filled the room. Bringing one hand to her pussy, he slid his finger between the folds and played with her sweet spot while thrusting into her harder.
“Oh shit,” she moaned, stiffening. Then Myla let out a yell which bounced off the walls and filled his ears, his cock, and his body.
Myla’s spasms clutched his dick as she exploded, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He threw his head back, his ass and legs clenching, and grabbed her butt as he shot his wad inside her. “Fuck, Myla,” he growled.
He kissed the back of her neck and crashed on the bed, rolling onto his back and taking her with him. He tucked her against him, loving the feel of her soft body.
