Stacy Vs. SEAL

by Mona Cox

  I gently nibble at his lower lip, but I never stop stroking his cock, my hand going faster and faster with each passing second, making the water splash around us. With my eyes closed, I surrender to the avalanche of sensations that invade my brain, and I just let go of his cock and get up, standing in front of him. It’s time now; I need his mouth, and I need it right now.

  I place one leg on the edge of the tub and, reaching for his hair, I grab it and pull him into me. He doesn’t resist, and allows me to guide his mouth to where I need it. I start thrusting with my hips, but Diesel takes his time; with one hand on my waist and the other grabbing my ass, he controls my movements, stopping me from moving at a crazy pace.

  He moves patiently, licking the whole length of my pussy, his tongue gently nestled between my folds and moving up and down. Each time he hits the top, he circles around my clit, the way he does it driving me completely crazy with burning lust. He doesn’t torture me much longer, a few seconds later, he places both hands on my ass and pulls me into him, my pussy pressed tight against his mouth. He devours me like a mad consumed by an insatiable hunger, his tongue flicking at me with a fury and quickness that makes my whole body buzz with pleasure.

  Focusing only on my clit, he starts sucking eagerly, flames of ecstasy kissing my entire body as his lips wrap tightly around it. As he does it, I hiss through my gritted teeth, feeling a throaty moan climbing up my throat. I throw my head back as spears of pleasure pierce my mind, a supernova of pleasure carpeting all of my senses.

  Kicking everything into high gear, Diesel spreads my cheeks apart and starts brushing his index finger against my ass, teasing and teasing until I just can’t take it anymore.

  I scream, oh God, do I scream. And even though I’m screaming, the painful stabs of sweet pleasure hitting me over and over again, Diesel doesn’t relent; he keeps on sucking eagerly, as if that was his ultimate purpose on this Earth. He takes his other hand and places one finger over my folds, slowly sliding it in. He penetrates me with it gently, pressing it against my G-spot and not allowing my orgasm to subside.

  Fingering me again, this time he does it with a pleasant violence, ravaging me in such a way that a new orgasm dawns on top of the one still living inside of me. I come for the second time in a row and, when I finally manage to open up my eyes, I realize that the hunger I have inside of me is an insatiable one.

  Look, I’m not an innocent or naive girl, okay? I have some experience under my belt. But believe me when I tell you that I've never felt quite like this. I just can’t get tired of his lips, of his perfect body, and of his huge cock… Lock me inside a room with Diesel and throw away the key; see if I care. I can survive through the centuries if I have him by my side, always ready to ravage me.

  I go down on top of him then, straddling him as I feel the warm water embracing me, and I curl my fingers around his cock. I angle it toward my pussy and then I let it slide into me to the hilt, its thickness filling me up and straining against my inner walls. I almost stop breathing as I feel him inside of me, his thickness pulsing against my insides fiercely. No matter how many times we fuck, I’m not sure if my pussy will grow accustomed to how big he is. Slowly, I start to bounce up and down, each time Diesel’s cock slides out of me a moan of pleasure cascading out of my mouth.

  Wanting to go faster, I place my feet next to Diesel's waist, sitting on top of him; then, I lift my ass up and start jumping up and down, his shaft piercing me with the intensity of an exploding star. I lean into him then, kissing him as he rocks his hips against me. There’s a synergy to the way we do things, an unspoken desire to be destroyed by pleasure… And it’s just perfect.

  I go up and down until my pussy starts to tighten around his cock like a vice; I force myself to keep going, my limbs already aching under the constant threat of sudden ecstasy. I come hard, pressing my body down on top of him, his cock buried deep inside of me with a harshness that I simply can’t stop loving.

  “Fuck…” I breathe out, my eyes closed shut as I fight back against tears of utter ecstasy.

  “We’re just getting started, babe…” he tells me gently, pulling his cock out of me. I sit back on the tub, trying to catch my breath as he climbs out of the tub, the cords of muscles in his body glistening from the warm water.

  “You’re right about that,” I tell him with a grin and I stand up as well, my legs trembling. Completely soaked, I walk past him and head straight into the room, walking toward the bed. There, I bend over, placing my hands on the footboard, and wiggle my ass as an invitation. With a grin as wild as my own, Diesel comes up to me and runs his hands down my side and rests them over my ass. His fingers go over my crack and then he moves them under it, his fingertips touching my wet folds.

  I close my eyes as he presses his body against mine, the tip of his cock finding its way back to my pussy. I sway my ass from side to side, almost begging him to enter me. Which, of course, I didn’t need to do; with one quick thrust his cock parts my inner lips and pushes back against my inner walls as it penetrates me. He fucks me wildly, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again as his cock goes in and out of me at a relentless pace.

  “Oh, fuck, this is too much,” I say, the words hanging heavy in the air as he pounds into me with the fury of a God. His response is a simple one; he thrusts with all his strength, making fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.

  He doesn’t even let me catch my breath; with a growl, he takes his cock out of my pussy and makes me turn around. He pushes me to the side until my back is against the wall and he pins me there, holding my arms over my head. He leans into me and, the moment our lips touch, it’s fireworks all over again.

  Our kiss becomes savage, his hands going up the side of my body and hungrily looking for my breasts. He grabs at them, pulling on one nipple and wrapping his lips around it. He nibbles at it with that irresistible hunger of his and then, pulling back fast, he grabs me by the hips, pushing his body against mine as his cock throbs in anticipation. He leans into me now, placing his face between my breasts and grabbing at my ass.

  “I want you so bad…” I whisper against his ear.

  He doesn’t even reply; he just places one hand under my right ass cheek and forces me to lift my leg up. I do it willingly, placing it around his waist, and then he just presses his cock against my pussy. He enters me with one sudden movement, sheathing his cock to the hilt.

  My hands are clawing at his chest, running over the contour of his hard muscles, feeling the warm water still on his skin. He pounds me hard, his hips moving at a steady rhythm and demolishing whatever’s left of my rational mind. All memories of what happened just a few minutes ago—that stupid robbery—fade from my mind, and all that’s left is the bright light of pleasure’s bonfire burning in my mind.

  “You’re fucking perfect, Lisa,” he suddenly says, and I open my eyes to meet his smile. A smile, not a grin, and it’s a gentle one, tender and full of grace. I just stare into his eyes as he fucks me, his movements slowly becoming more patient and soft.

  And then it dawns on me: we’re not fucking… We’re making love. I know, it might sound silly. But I think that’s what’s happening here, no doubt about it. What’s the difference? I’m not sure if I can explain it to you, but I figure you already have a good idea about what separates one moment of lust from one of love. It’s the kind of thing that you might not be able to describe, but you sure know it when you see it.

  Smiling back at him, I brush my lips against his as smoothly as I can, and then he runs the back of his hand over my face, taking a stray lock of wet hair out of the way. Sliding his cock out of me, he simply picks me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down there and climbing on top of me.

  His hand goes straight to between my thighs, its open palm pressing hard over my pussy. I need his cock again, and I don’t think I can wait for it. Aching for his thickness almost in desperation, I grab his shaft anxiously, stroking him fast and hard.

  “Diesel… I want you. I want you
now,” I beg of him, not feeling capable of resisting one more minute without having him inside of me. He simply grins at me and, taking his hands out of my pussy, grabs at my ass and, pointing his cock at me, eases his member against my drenched folds and pierces me in one single and swift motion.

  I moan hard, pleasure exploding underneath my skin and driving me to the brink of insanity. I take my hands to his ass and, lacing my legs around his back, force myself to roll to the side. His eyes widen in surprise, but he then grins as he sees me on top of him.

  I’m a big girl, and I can do more than just lie back.

  "Feels good, doesn’t it?" I whisper, repeating his words from before with a grin as I start to sway my hips against him, my breasts bouncing as I jump up and down on his hard cock.

  Not being one to simply lie back, Diesel starts to thrust his hips at me, his cock going in and out of my pussy quickly, battering me so fast I can’t help but moan endlessly.

  I’m riding him hard, but he’s fucking me even harder. I tighten my pussy around his cock as I keep jumping on him, my ass slapping hard against his thighs, the sound of it almost like music to my ears.

  I've never been big on cursing, but what we are doing is both lovemaking and fucking. This is it. There’s no way I can escape what’s really happening here, and to be honest, I love it like this. Why do we have to separate love from sex? It doesn’t make any sense, does it?

  I start bucking my hips faster at him, a relentless rhythm matched by Diesel as he thrusts at me, each time his cock goes deep inside my pussy a throaty moan escaping my lips.

  Even though I’m still wet from the bath, I can already feel sweat trickling down my back, my ass bouncing as I sway my hips back to front. His hands dart to my hips and he starts guiding my movements, holding his cock in place whenever he wants to thrust hard and make me scream.

  I lean into him, both my hands on his chest, and let my hair fall to my face, the tip of it brushing over his pectorals and shoulders. I dig my fingernails on his body, knowing that I’m not hurting him; Diesel looks tough, but he’s even tougher than one can even imagine. I would know; he has punished my body quite a few times since we’ve met.

  "It’s so good… Being here with you..." I whisper as I feel my whole body about to explode. In a minute every single muscle in me starts to tense up, electricity buzzing under my skin. I let myself go, surrendering to that sweet avalanche of pleasure as I keep bucking my hips against him.

  No other man in the world will ever be capable of making me feel like this. This is the epitome of perfection.

  I push through, rocking my body against him until I feel him ready.

  He closes his eyes and, just like me, his whole body tenses up, his muscles becoming taut and hard. His whole body is about to burst in an explosion of pleasure.

  In a heartbeat, his cock starts to spasm inside of me, his warm seed hitting me fully as I clench my pussy around his cock. He’s gushing in a torrent, and I remain still as our orgasm washes over both of our bodies.

  We remain like that, me on top of him, until the waves of delight recede and we both finally catch our breath, his cum slowly dripping down my legs and his cock.

  I roll to the side, staring at the ceiling of our room, and then I hear Diesel moving. He positions himself between my thighs, his hands on my knees, and he spreads my legs wide. Not wasting a simple second, he dives into me, his open mouth going straight for my pussy.

  I arch my back as I feel his lips on my folds, his tongue running up and down the length of my pussy as his semen keeps on dripping out of me. “Oh, God,” I pant, surrendering to how it feels to have him suck on me, taking his own seed into his mouth and licking me dry.

  He keeps on doing it until there isn’t a single drop of cum between my thighs. He looks at me then, and I can’t help but grin viciously as I see strands of cum hanging on his lips. Guided by unconscious desire, I sit up on the bed and lean into him, reaching for his chin with the tip of my tongue. Trembling slightly, I take the cum he has on his skin inside my mouth, and that’s when he grabs me by the hair and crushes his mouth against mine.

  We kiss as if we are mad, adrift in a sea of insanity. Our tongues are dancing around one another, his cum their dresses, and our lips feel slippery from all the cum. This is madness, I know it … But it’s the sweetest kind of madness I've ever known. Forget about sex; this goes beyond that. It’s not lust or passion, either; this is pure existence without shackles, living in the now and sailing through an ocean of unconscious desire.

  “God… This was…” I pant, looking into his eyes as I try to catch my breath. He grins at me, his lips glistening from the cum there, and then he places one hand on my cheek and lays a gentle kiss on my mouth.

  “I know,” he says. “It was amazing.” Then, there’s a flicker of lust in his eyes and he continues: “And do you know what’s the best part?”

  “What?” I ask him, throwing myself back on the mattress and just staring at the ceiling as my heart drums loudly.

  “The hotel is paid for… I figure we have the whole day just for ourselves.”

  I don’t even need to look at him to know what he means by that. The whole day just for ourselves…

  Has anyone ever said something more deliciously wicked than that?

  72

  Lisa

  I wake up with a grin plastered on my face. God, I feel amazing. Between the whiskey, the hot bath, and the deep fucking, it was just what the doctor ordered.

  I roll over and face Diesel, who’s awake and staring back at me. I smile in surprise and his face lights up. “Just wondering how long I can creepily stare at you before you wake up,” he admits cheerfully.

  I laugh.

  “Listen, I just want to say,” I take a deep breath for courage, “that…I really like you. And I’m not just saying that because you got me drunk off my ass. I like you more than I ever expected to like a guy, and…well, I just wanted to let you know that I’m done kidding around about you needing to be an outlaw before I’ll want to fuck you. You can get tats and have the valet bring your bike around all you want, but you can drop the story about the Black Fist MC. I really don’t need that, I promise.”

  “Drop it…? Lisa, I’m telling the truth. There’s nothing to drop.”

  I sit up in bed, pushing the covers off me. “C’mon,” I say, my voice tinged with irritation. “You know and I know that there is no MC gang called the Black Fist.”

  “No, I don’t know that.” His voice matches mine. He’s getting irritated too. Good. If he’s going to piss me off, then I’m going to piss him off.

  “This really isn’t funny anymore,” I say, climbing out of bed. I spot new clothes laid out for me over the back of the damask-covered couch, and eagerly begin pulling them on. Now this is a nice surprise to wake up to. The lacy Victoria's Secret bra fits perfectly, and I have to wonder if Diesel has been sneaking a peak at my underwear to get this right.

  “Yeah, I know. It’s not funny. Lisa, look at me.”

  He stops talking, forcing me to look at him to get him to continue.

  “It’s never been a joke. I really was in the Black Fist for a long time; I really was the president. I’m not anymore. But they’re still my friends. I didn’t just borrow that Harley from a friend or something; that’s my Harley.”

  I pull on my stilettos and grab my Coach purse.

  “Diesel, I get it in the beginning. It was a joke. It was a joke that’s gone too fucking far. If you can’t be honest because you think I need this lie to—” I stop myself from saying love, “fuck you, then you really do have a pretty damn low opinion of me. For the longest time, I did think I wanted an outlaw. I did think I wanted a man’s man. But you…you’re what I want. The real you. The honest version of you. And if you can’t do that, then there’s really not much else we have to talk about.”

  I storm out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind me as hard as I can, which, for fuck’s sakes, isn’t hard at all because they h
ave some whisper quiet door closing system on their doors that keep me from slamming them.

  And that just makes me cry as I walk down the hallway and ride down the elevator. Well, that and the guy I’ve fallen in love with is a serial liar.

  So, you know, two things.

  73

  Lisa

  I stare into my gin and tonic, swirling it around and around in my glass, which is eerily reminiscent of the scene a week ago, right before Diesel saved my life on the subway platform. Except this time, instead of listening to Ashley and Christine blather on about how amazing the men in their lives are, I am listening to Becca complain about work. Again. She works at the New York Daily Journal and her boss is a real bastard.

  Becca has no reluctance about telling the world that fact.

  And especially telling me that fact.

  “Lisa!”

  Becca’s voice finally cuts through my thoughts and I realize, in a distant part of my brain, that she’d been saying my name for quite some time now. Whoops.

  Way to pretend that you’re really listening, Lisa.

  I look up and give Becca a weak smile. “Sorry, lost in my own thoughts. What were you saying?”

  “What gives? I've never seen you like this before. Ev. Er. I’ve seen those dogs with the flappy ears that drag on the ground—”

  “Hound dogs?”

  “Yeah, hound dogs that look happier than you do right now.”

  Ouch.

  But, probably true.

  Dammit, I really am in sorry shape.

  “Diesel,” I sigh. “I mean, Carlton. No one names their child Diesel, except for Kindle authors, apparently.”

  She’s just staring at me, so I plunge on.