by Mona Cox
Grabbing my ass cheeks hard, his fingertips over the curve of my crack, he thrusts upward and I scream my way to climax once more. My whole body is trembling, as if a strong electric current is running through me and driving me to the edge of madness. Hell, I come so hard I don’t even know how I’m still alive.
Groaning, he pulls his cock out and smacks my ass hard. I gasp as I feel the heavy impact of his hand on my skin, and then he just does it again. And again, and again. I can already imagine the red mark of his fingers on my ass, and it just drives me completely crazy.
Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I turn on my heels and face him, an eager smile on my lips. “More,” I whisper, and then turn my back to him and walk straight to my small couch. I climb on top of it, going on all fours, and I don’t even need to tell him what I want.
With a grin on his face, he comes up to me immediately, climbing on the couch and kneeling behind me, both his hands on my waist. With a sudden movement, he hooks his fingers on my hips and guides his cock home; I feel his tip parting my folds and, in an instant, he’s already sliding inside me. I moan as he does it, my pussy tightening hard around his cock as he starts to thrust. He rocks his body against me, his cock going in and out of me at a patient pace; of course, he soon builds it up to an unstoppable frenzy. He goes as hard as he can, the sound of his thighs slapping once more filling the whole living room with its sweet symphony.
My moaning soon turns into full-blown screaming, but even then he doesn’t ease up. He keeps going hard, drops of sweat starting to form on my forehead. He lets one hand go around my waist and presses two fingers against my clit, rubbing it in fast hard circles with the tip of his middle finger. I don’t know how I’m even capable of doing it, but I start screaming even louder. I didn’t even know I was capable of screaming this loud, and I figure my neighbors didn’t know it as well. I guess now they do.
It doesn’t take long; before I know it, I’m pressing my ass back at him, my whole body trembling as I do it.
“Don’t… Don’t stop…” I beg, the words coming out of me filled with passionate delight. I didn’t even need to say it; he has no intention of stopping and robbing me of a mind-bending orgasm. “Oh my… GOD!”
With a final scream, my whole body tenses up at the same time as his. My pussy clenches and grips his cock with such strength that I just know he won’t be able to resist it. I grit my teeth as he keeps going hard… I’m screaming my mind out now; goodbye, vocal chords. As I climax, my pussy tightens even more, electric pleasure completely devastating me.
“I’m not done yet,” he whispers, leaning in so that his mouth is against my ear. Slowly, he slides his cock out of my pussy and goes up to his feet, pulling me up after him; before I can do anything about it, he picks me up with his strong arms. “Bedroom?” he asks me, and I just point down to a door at the far end of my living room. He walks there and, pushing the door open with the tip of his foot, carries me all the way to my bed. He drops me there, the soft mattress under my naked body, and then grabs me, making me go on all fours again.
“Your mouth is mine, your pussy is mine…” he says, kneeling on the bed behind me, each of his words sending a shiver down my spine. “And now I want your ass.”
With that, he starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my crack, always lingering whenever it goes over my hole. I grab at my sheets so tightly my knuckles turn white, trying to prepare myself for what’s coming. Of course, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready; I mean, just look at how big his cock is! It’s already impressive that it fits inside my mouth and pussy, let alone my ass…
“Nervous?” he asks me and, even though my back is turned to him, I can picture the wicked grin he has on his face. I just shake my head, telling him that no, I’m not nervous. Between you and me, I’m a nervous wreck, yeah… But the excitement of what I’m about to do kinda drowns out all fear.
Moving slowly, Diesel starts pushing his cock against my hole. I tremble in place as he slides one inch inside of me, and then he just keeps the pace, feeding me the whole length of his cock. He only stops when all of it is inside of me, and my ass feels so tight around his cock that I can even feel his heartbeat. It hurts, yeah, but by the time the pain has travelled from my nerve endings to my brain it has already turned into vicious pleasure. And he isn’t even thrusting.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathes out, slowly starting to rock his hips. I moan as his cock slides out of me and then in again, his long inches stabbing me violently. He picks up the pace quickly, and it doesn’t take long for him to be ravaging my ass much in the same way he did with my pussy.
“Oh God oh God,” I repeat over and over again, my brain frying inside my skull. Each thrust of his is sweeter than everything I have ever known, the pleasure that buzzes around my brain so addictive that I know I’ll never tire of his cock.
“No God in here, babe,” he says, “just me.” With that, he builds up his rhythm until I almost pass out. His thrusts are so fierce that every single cell in my brain has been directed to try and process how amazing it all feels.
I open my mouth to speak, to tell him not to stop, but all that leaves my lips is a groan of utter pleasure. My arms and legs grow weak, and I just press my forehead against the bed, closing my eyes and waiting for that orgasmic tidal wave to come and sweep me off my feet. And that’s exactly what happens; in a fraction of a second, something snaps inside of me. This time I don’t even moan or scream. I just stop breathing, pleasure rushing through me so violently that my lungs even forget their function momentarily.
Diesel is close too. I can feel it by the way he moves, his movements growing from just fast to hurried and anxious. And then, one final stroke and that’s it, all of his muscles become as hard as marble and he grabs at my thighs almost too violently, holding me in place as pleasure simply runs over both of us.
He erupts like a madman, his cock spasming so hard inside my ass that I don’t even know how I can take it. He shoots his cum hard, the delight of release taking hold of my body, mind and soul. I remain like that for almost a minute, an endless torrent of semen cascading out of his cock and into me.
For a fraction of a second my scream of pleasure dances with the sound of his harsh breathing as he gushes inside me and, just for this second, I can’t think of a more perfect moment.
Pulling out from me, slowly, I tremble as he does it. “Fuck, this was… intense,” he says, and his voice comes at me as if he’s standing on the side of the universe. My brain is still reeling from the last orgasm, and I don’t even know where I am anymore. My place, his place? Times Square? Who cares?
“This was so--” I start to say, but the moment I feel his lips on my lower back, I fall silent again. He lays gentle kisses over the curve of my ass cheeks, and then starts moving in toward my crack. Without a moment’s hesitation, he takes his mouth right between my thighs and presses it against my pussy.
Using his tongue, he starts scooping up the cum that's dripping down from my inside of pussy and, once he has licked my folds dry, he starts moving up. I shudder as I feel his tongue going over my crack, fishing out every strand of cum, and then he finally crushes his mouth against my ass. His tongue jabs inside of me with fast strokes, and I start moaning again, barely capable of understanding what’s really happening. Christ, this is amazing!
“Fuck,” he breathes out, finally pulling back from me and laying down on top of the mattress, his eyes closed shut as he tries to catch his breath. I lay next to him, breathing as hard as he is.
“This was… something else,” I whisper, not sure of what to say. He turns to me, a lustful flicker in his eyes, and then just smiles.
“You drive me crazy, Lisa,” he says, and I just smile back at him. Somehow, there’s nothing I can say to him that will make this moment any more perfect. With that silly smile of happiness on my lips, I drift off and let a sweet darkness overtake me.
He might not be a real outlaw, but he sure is a bad boy when
it comes to sex.
68
Lisa
I wake slowly, stretching as I do so. God, that felt good! Everything felt good. Diesel’s dick was amazeballs. All I need out of life is a deep dicking. Every day.
Oh yeah, I could get used to that idea.
Hold on...
I breathe in deep.
Wow, he's making breakfast! Or someone's making breakfast.
I slide out of bed, but instead of putting on my clothes, I decide to wear Diesel’s shirt instead. Yeah, it’s cheesy as hell to wear a guy’s button-up shirt down to breakfast, but c’mon—everyone does it for a reason. There’s really no better way to show off your legs, and there’s something about wearing a guy’s shirt that just makes them horny as fuck.
Not that Diesel needed help in that department, but who am I kidding? Like I’d complain if he were to fuck me again this morning. Satisfying myself on his dick? There's no such thing. I’m gonna be 92 and still wanting him to fuck me hard and unprotected.
I stop in my tracks, halfway down the stairs to the kitchen. When I am 92? Why am I thinking about being with Diesel that far into the future? This is just a fling, and nothing more. I want a real man, and Diesel, no matter what he claims, just isn’t it. He’s something fun to play with until a real outlaw comes along.
Reassured, I continue my descent, spotting Diesel in the kitchen with a damn kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder. I don’t know if I should groan or laugh. I slip up behind him and put my arms around him.
“Good morning,” I say, laying my head against his back. “How’d you sleep?”
“Fucking amazing,” he says with a growl, turning around in my arms and pulling me up to his lips for a mind-blowing kiss. “I think you’re my sleep talisman; I sleep better in your arms than I do at home.”
“I think I just wear you out,” I say with a naughty smile, and go back for another one of his mind-blowing kisses. We pull apart, finally, when I can smell something...
Burning?
“Fuck!” Diesel says, pulling the pan off the gas burner and flicking off the flame. We stare down at the pan of burnt scrambled eggs in silence.
“So, is this how they taught you to cook in MC school?” I ask, because really, I can’t help myself. If Diesel wants someone who'll fawn over his every word and action, he’s picked entirely the wrong girl to fuck.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Diesel says with a self-deprecating grin. “Although I don’t remember the president’s eggs looking quite this…dark.”
He scrapes them off into the trashcan and after a nice, long stare into my entirely-too-bare fridge (I like to eat out, what can I say?) we settle on bagels and cream cheese.
“Who's the president of your boys’ club?” I ask, digging into the bagel with relish.
“I used to be president of the Black Fist MC,” he says, ignoring my dig. “I stepped down about a year or so ago so I could focus on the family business.”
“Speaking of, don’t you have to go to work sometime soon?” I ask with a glance at the clock. I should probably be going myself, although I’ll be the first to admit that I use Daughter of the Law Firm to my advantage quite often, and thus if I’m an hour or three late to work, no one says a word.
Lisa Spoiled Rotten Macomber is my name; don’t wear it out.
“I’ll get my shit done, don’t you worry,” he says, dropping a kiss on the crown of my head as he passes by to put his plate in the sink. “I have some things I have to take care of tonight, but I’ll be back in town tomorrow.” He comes back, pulling me off my barstool.
“Wha—”
“I need my shirt back,” he murmurs, unbuttoning it slowly, kissing me as he moves down my stomach. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No-oo-ooh,” I stutter, throwing my head back and closing my eyes in ecstasy. God, his tongue felt amazing. He reached my pussy, darting his tongue between my lips and I groan and—
He steps back, a big smile on his face. “Glad to hear it,” he says cheerfully, walking up the stairs to get the rest of his shit from my bedroom.
I throw the kitchen towel at him but even I’ll admit that it hit with a very unsatisfying pfft.
He laughs all the way up the stairs.
69
Diesel
I shift in my seat, surprised by how anxious I am to see Lisa again. I’ve never had a woman get under my skin like this before, and I’m not entirely sure that I like it. I mean, I like the fucking—there’s never a question about that—but it’s this…emotional attachment to her that’s getting to me. If the guys could see me now, as excited as a schoolboy over seeing a girl, they’d laugh their asses off at me.
And I’d deserve it. But...
I shift uncomfortably again. I can’t seem to help myself. And that’s what really gets to me.
Where are you?
She texts back quickly.
Just getting out of the Plaza.
Even better—that’s close by. I tell Antoine to head to the corner of 5th Avenue and 59th Street, and then go back to texting Lisa.
I’ll pick you up near the Grand Army Plaza and then we can go somewhere.
Like, my bed.
Like your MC clubhouse?
God, she’s a brat.
If you really like sucking a lot of cock, then su—
I glance up idly, movement catching my eye, and I see Lisa. She's being mugged. Some jackass is ripping her purse right off her shoulder.
“Stop!” I yell at the driver and throw myself out of the Rolls, not waiting for it to come to a stop, and I’m running in front of an oncoming truck and I fucking don’t care, I’m diving toward the guy’s kneecaps and taking him down, hitting the sidewalk with a sickeningly satisfying crunch.
“Oh man! What’d you do that for—”
You know what else has a sickeningly satisfying crunch? Noses.
And balls.
Just in case jackholes like this think they should be procreating, I took care of that urge, for a little while anyway.
I roll off the moaning man who grabbing his nose and his dick at the same time, and pick up Lisa’s purse.
“Oh my god, thank you,” she says, slinging her purse over her shoulder before checking me over for cuts and scrapes. I spot the thief trying to crawl away and I kick him, landing a blow to his kneecap that sends him howling and collapsing in pain.
But as focused as Lisa is on my injuries, I’m looking her over too.
“Are you okay?” I ask quietly, stroking the hair out of her face. I can see the shock has begun to set in and her eyes are glazing over now. “Some people just don’t know how to stay down,” I add in an equally quiet, loving voice, as I kick out at the jackass who’d dared to try to crawl away again. I didn’t break eye contact with Lisa the whole time, even as the thief is collapsing with pain onto the ground.
“I just want to go somewhere safe,” she says, teeth chattering. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her back into the hotel.
“Mary,” I say, with a quick glance at her nametag and back up to her face, “my driver Antoine will be along in a moment to pay for the room, but he has to find a parking spot first. This woman is going into shock, and I need to take her into a suite. Do you have one open right now?”
With a wide-eyed look at the trembling Lisa in my arms, Mary quickly begins typing and then swiping an electronic key. “Here you are, sir,” she says with a warm smile. “Room 319. Take good care of her.”
Riding up the elevator, Lisa is snuggling against me like a little child and god, I thought I’d wanted to be near her before. I thought I’d been a little obsessed about seeing her twenty minutes earlier. But that didn’t compare at all to the obsession I feel for her now. I snuggle her close to my chest, her perfume wafting up to my nose. I suddenly felt the strongest urge to go back and kill the purse snatcher with my bare hands, but that’d include a lot of paperwork and I just didn’t have time for another lecture from my lawyer about staying out of trouble.
Plus, and more importantly, I’d have to put down Lisa to do it. The very idea is just unthinkable.
I slide the keycard into the door, and, carrying her inside, push the door closed behind me with my foot. I carry her to the bed and gently lay her down on it and begin stripping her clothes off of her. A thin, drapey kind of shirt that god, is fucking sexy, comes off, and then her strapless red bra. Her short skirt and thong underwear are next, after I’d shucked off her stilettos.
She is shivering in earnest now, so I scoop her up and carry her into the understated bathroom, creams and light greens giving it a soothing feeling. I start the hot water in the jetted tub and, forcing myself to ignore her delicious curves, gently slip her into the tub. She’s just sitting there, and that scares me more than anything else. She’s normally funny and sarcastic and cutting and…even the train didn’t seem to throw her off like this did.
I search through the bottles on the counter, finally finding the bubble bath bottle, and pour it into the water. Lavender wafts up to my nose and I smile. Perfect. As she lies back in the tub, I go in search of the mini bar. A swallow or two of whiskey can only help at this point. I pour two fingers into each tumbler and carry them back to the bathroom, handing her one.
“Drink,” I say, brooking no arguments. She obediently drinks, which…well, Lisa never obediently does anything. I toss my own back, starting to feel the road rash on my hands and knees, now that the adrenaline is gone. I glance down at my Armani slacks and see that I’ve torn the knee open. Dammit. Not even my tailor will be able to fix these. I turn off the water and then pull my cell phone out of my pocket.
