Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I stare, my eyes wide, my jaw still hanging open and my pulse thudding in my ears.
He’s enormous. So big I can’t even really believe it. He’s bigger than my toy, that’s for freaking sure, and that alone makes me blush. He’s longer, and thicker. And that head… I whimper softly.
His swollen, thick head pulses, and when I see a little trickle of white precum drip down and trickle down his shaft, I gasp quietly.
“Fuck,” I whisper turning to look up at him. I turn back, my eyes locked onto his cock, like I’m addicted to the sight of it. Cock-drunk on him.
I reach for him, but he shakes his head.
“Uh-uh,” he purrs. “Bad girls don’t get to use their hands.”
I swallow, panting.
“Bad girls just get to use their tongues.”
Oh fuck.
It’s like he’s found a way into my head — like he’s reading my dirtiest, darkest, most hidden desires. I'm not even sure I’ve ever let myself play out that wicked desire to be controlled and commanded like this. But the way he’s talking to me and the way my body reacts and ignites tells me I’m about to explore it.
I lean closer, my breath coming haltingly as his cock throbs right in front of me. Huge, proud, thick.
So tempting.
I look back up at him, on my knees there next to him on the couch, and I lean in. My tongue darts out, and before I can second guess myself or chicken out, I let it lick up the side of his shaft.
And I whimper.
Diesel groans as my tongue drags over him. He’s so soft and yet so hard at the same time. His skin is warm and velvety, with that muscle like steel underneath. His cock pulses as my tongue drags higher, and when I taste a little drop of precum as it leaks down from his head, I moan quietly. My tongue teases higher, until I lick at the underside of his thick, swollen head. I look up at him, our eyes lock, and pure fire explodes through me.
I’ve been a sex icon for years. I’ve been desired by plenty of people. But that look in his eyes… I’ve never seen that or felt that. I’ve never felt wanted like that. It’s like something warm and heated, and so dark and sensual at the same time.
I lap at his cock, our eyes locked, and I watch the pleasure melt over his face as his jaw clenches.
“Fuck, just like that, baby girl.”
I reach for him, but he slowly shakes his head.
“No hands.”
I whimper, nodding as I place them behind my back. Diesel groans, one hand coming down to pin my hands there — just one of his big hands holding both my wrists tight at the small of my back. My skirt is still bunched around my waist, my panties around my knees, and as I lean back down, I let the full naughtiness of the situation melt through me.
My tongue swirls around his crown, making him groan as more precum leaks out. My mouth opens, and I know I’m never going to be able to fit him inside, but I’m going to try. My lips slip over his fat cock-head, and when I suck him inside my mouth, he hisses in pleasure.
I moan, bobbing down, trying to take more, but only managing another inch or two before he’s filling my small mouth. His big cock throbs between my lips, making me thrill at the size of him as I start to suckle at his crown. His hand slides into my hair, pulling it out of the way as I moan into him.
“So fucking beautiful, baby girl,” Diesel growls darkly. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous sucking my cock like that.”
“Like this?” I whisper, licking his underside, my voice breathy and seductive. He groans, nodding.
“Just like that. Let me see you lick that cock.”
I whimper, sucking him back inside, and his hand releases my wrists. He pushes it down between my legs, and when his fingers push into my slick pussy again, I moan wildly around his cock.
“C’mere, baby girl.”
I gasp as he pulls me up, turning us both as he sinks back, dropping his big frame across the couch. I gasp as he picks me up and spins me, pulling my hips up to his face until suddenly my legs are spreading around his head. His hands grip my ass tight and when he pulls me down to his mouth, I cry out.
Oh fuck, that's good.
His tongue is heaven as it drags through my folds, teasing me, tasting me, making me whole body explode for him. His hard, firm tongue pushes into me, fucking me with it as I cry out. My mouth drops back to his cock, and I moan around his head as I suck him inside. I bob on his head, suckling it wetly and loudly. Diesel’s mouth moves to my clit, his hands gripping my ass as he sucks the little bud between his lips.
“So fucking sweet,” he groans into me. “So sweet like candy. This little candy pussy is mine, angel. All mine now.”
His tongue swirls over my clit, and I moan loudly for him, my hips bucking.
My hands move to his cock, and I wonder if he’s going to stop me again, but he doesn’t. He growls into me as I stroke him, sucking his swollen head as both hands slide wetly up and down his slick, pulsing shaft. His big, heavy balls twitch, and I suck him faster and harder. He starts to pull me against his mouth, bucking my hips back and forth like he’s fucking me with his mouth as I suck wildly on his cock.
I just came, but I’m going to again already. And soon. I moan, panting, shivering — my whole body ready to explode all over again. My head drops to his muscled thigh, my hands stroking him up and down, thrilling in his strength and size as he pulses hotly in my hand.
But that mouth… I moan, panting, knowing I’m so close.
“I want this pretty little pussy to come on my tongue, baby girl. I want to taste your sweet little bad-girl cum when you explode for me. Come for daddy, baby girl. Come all over daddy’s tongue.”
I cry out, my lips sucking at the side of his cock, my mouth running up and down his shaft as I stroke him faster and faster, until suddenly, I come. And I come hard.
The orgasm explodes through me, and I’m crying out, pushing back against his amazing tongue as I come so hard. Diesel groans, and suddenly, his cock pulses and jumps in my hands. I cry out, jerking him as I feel him throb, and when the first thick rope of white cum blasts from his head, I gasp in surprise. It splatters down thick and sticky on my hand, and his cock, and his balls, and I just keep stroking, his cum making my fingers slick and messy.
Diesel roars, and my mouth slips over his head as he blasts more and more cum into my small mouth, I moan, swallowing what I can then pulling away, stroking him as jet after thick jet of his hot cum blasts out of his cock.
I moan as he pulls us up, pulling me into him. He kisses me, hard, and I melt into him. That huge body wraps around me, arms holding me so tight as our pulses race together.
And I don’t know what this is, but it’s beyond crazy. Crazy would be fucking my bodyguard.
…Beyond crazy is the fact that I’m pretty sure I’m falling for him, and I don’t know how, if, or even if I want to stop it.
7
Diesel
Her lips crush to mine — so sweet, so passionate. So on fire. It’s like I’ve lit something in this girl.
…And fuck, she’s done the same to me if we’re being honest. I’ve been walking through life like a dead-man-walking for years. Because when I went away, well, the world darkened just a little.
Their names were René and Toby. I worked for her husband and his father, David Prichard. David was a very rich man, and powerful too. Fuck, he’s still both those things. And I’m betting he’s still a sadistic piece of shit who likes beating on the weak — the type of man who thinks being one means he can hurt those smaller or weaker than him. Those that think he’s supposed to love them.
My father was that sort of man. I hate that sort of man.
David was a devil to work for. But René and Toby? Those two meant the world to me. René was so sweet — a sister I never had, And Toby was this little guy with eyes that just drank everything in like a sponge. It was them I was supposed to protect. That was my job as bodyguard, and I did it well. I did it so well, in fact, that it got me
locked up for six fucking years.
I’d seen the marks. And the bruises. I knew the excuses by heart from my mother. But when they came out of René’s mouth, shit, it killed me. The bruises on her had me enraged. But the ones on Toby were a step beyond the pale. That was my line.
I went to the house that day to confront David, and tell him I was going to the cops. But when I walked in and caught him beating on them both, something just snapped. It snapped, and everything went red, and the last thing I remember is coming to with two of David’s security detail pulling me away from his unconscious and mangled face.
I regret nothing.
The trial was… well, it was a joke. When you’re as rich as David Prichard, a “trial” is just for show anyways. I was done, cooked, sealed, stick a fucking fork in me before the judge ever sat down. I know David’s still out there. But, I also know René and Toby aren’t with him. Wherever they are, I hope they’re okay.
But since then, the world’s gone dimmer, darker, colder. It’s not that I haven’t wanted a woman’s touch or intimacy or anything since then. It’s that I wasn’t ever sure I could handle it. I wasn’t sure I could ever risk getting close to someone ever again. I know — dude gets out of prison after six years and everyone’s sure he’s going to go out and fuck until his legs give out.
And you know what? A part of me wanted to. But I never did. I never trusted myself. Six years in, a year out, and I haven't touched a woman.
She’s changing all of that.
It’s not just that she’s gorgeous, and sexy as fuck, or that she makes my cock harder than it’s ever been. And she is all off those things. But it’s that fire in her. It’s that heat that the media calls her “sass” or whatever. It’s bravery is what it is. And it hooks something in me.
She’s acting the brat, but she isn’t one. Not really. I didn’t see it before, but now, with those eyes on me like that and those lips pressed to mine, I see fucking clearly. I see that she’s acting the role. She’s done and is doing what she needs to for her career, to survive in this world. And I can’t rag on someone for that. Hell, I have too. I’ve hurt people to make my way. Some like David with no regrets, others with plenty.
I kiss Alyssa, and I know there’s a darkness in both of us. There’s a broken past in those lips, and in mine, and I know we can both taste it.
I kiss her hard, fiercely, holding her like I never want to let her go. God she’s so fucking small in my arms. So delicate. The girl is like five-foot-three, and I’m pushing seven feet and double and a half her weight. The thought makes me groan. Fuck, it’s filthy, but the thought of my big, thick cock plunging into that tight, young pussy has my balls aching for release.
We crash into her bedroom, and when I finally break the kiss to toss her down on the bend, she moans as she hits the sheets. Fuck, her panties are still all over the bed, and seeing her splayed out like that, her face glowing from me making her come, her hair all messy and wild?
Fuck, I want more.
Her panties are somewhere back downstairs on the couch, but she’s still wearing her clothes. Whereas I’m fucking naked.
That’s gotta change.
“Take them off, kitten,” I purr, my eyes blazing into her. “Show me how fucking beautiful you are.”
She bites her lip, coiling her legs under her and sitting on her knees as she reaches for her hip. She tugs the zipper to her skirt down, and when it falls away, the little tease spreads her legs.
Fuck.
I groan, and my hand is around my cock before I can stop it. I stroke it, growling before I let it drop. Alyssa swallows and shakes her head.
“Don’t—”
I raise a brow and she blushes, looking away.
“What, angel?”
“Nothing,” she says quietly.
“Say it.”
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, fire sparking in her eyes.
“You want to watch me?”
She blushes fiercely, nodding.”
“Tell me.”
That blush blooms hot across her cheeks.
“I want to watch you stroke your cock for me,” she pants.
I groan deeply. “More,” I growl.
She nods, her legs spreading as she reaches for her top. God, her pussy is so fucking slick and glistening in the low light of her bedside lamp. She yanks her top off over her head, tossing it away.
No bra. My eyes drink in the soft, gentle curve of her breasts, the way they slope and sit so pert and fucking tempting on her body. A smattering of freckles, those light pink nipples, and there, like I thought I saw before, two little silver barbells, one through each rosy peak.
“Goddamn you’re perfect,” I groan.
She blushes. “Stop.”
I shake my head. “No. I know people have told you you’re beautiful before, princess,” I growl, moving towards her. “But I doubt anyone’s ever told you that it’s not just what I’m looking at right now, it’s that fire inside that makes it glow from the inside out that really makes you so damn perfect.”
She whimpers, and when I lean down, cup her jaw, and kiss her, she moans into me. I kiss her slow and deep, and when I pull back, my eyes are blazing.
“What I found before, under your pillow…”
She groans, blushing. “Diesel—”
“It still there?”
Alyssa blushes, swallowing thickly as she nods.
“Dirty girl,” I growl as I smile heatedly. “And just think, you thought that was big.”
She bites her lip hungrily, her eyes dropping to the thick cock in my hand.
“Well I did.”
I grin wolfishly. “Take it out. Take it out and show me.”
Her eyes widen.
“I want to watch you, baby girl. I want to watch you fuck that tight little cunt with that toy of yours. Get yourself nice and ready for me, because after that, it’s going to be me who claims you. It’s going to be this cock that drives into that sweet little cunt and claims it all for myself.”
She moans, panting as she nods. I step back, moving to sit in a chair in the corner of her bedroom, looking at the bed. Alyssa pants, her body coiling as she turns and stretches to reach under her pillow. She pulls out the toy, blushing fiercely as she turns back to look at me.
“Show me.”
She nods, and when she rolls onto her back, her head half draping off the bed and her legs spreading wide, I growl. She brings the toy down, panting softly as she lets the thick head tease over her soft, slippery little pussy. She whimpers, rubbing her clit with the thick rubber head before she slips it lower. I know how wet she is, but when I hear it, goddamn does my cock pulse in my hand. I stroke slowly as I watch her, growling as she pushes the head against her opening.
“It’s— It’s so big…” she pants.
“I’m bigger,” I growl, and she moans loudly, whimpering.
Oh she likes that.
A lot.
“You better fit that there first, baby girl. Cause daddy’s cock is much bigger. And I’m going to fill your sweet cunt more than that little toy ever could.”
The thick head slips inside, and I grunt, watching her eyes roll back as her mouth hangs open. Fuck she looks so gorgeous when she’s feeling pleasure like that. The toy inches in, and slowly, a low whine comes to her lips.
“Push it in, angel,” I grunt, my fist sliding up and down my pulsing cock. “Take all of it. Let me see you fuck that pussy with that big fake cock.”
Wet sounds fill the room as she slowly starts to pump it in and out. She’s not taking all of it, but I just grin: oh, she’ll take all of me. That’s for damn sure.
I watch, stroking, growling along with her moans of pleasure as she moves faster. But slowly, my control vanishes. I stand, moving towards her, stroking my cock. Her head is half hanging off the side of the bed, her blonde hair wild and framing her face. I groan as I push my swollen head against her soft pouty lips, and Alyssa quickly sucks me inside.
Oh fuck.
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I throw my head back and groan, watching her fuck herself as she nurses the head of my cock. She slurps and suckles at me, getting me so fucking hard and so pulsing with need that my balls throb with cum.
I can’t hold off anymore.
I pull away reluctantly, and she pouts before she sees me move to the other side of her bed. She gasps as I take the toy from her hands, pushing it into her slick little pussy and fucking her with it once, twice, three more times before I slip it from her sticky, slick, pink, eager cunt.
I grab her legs, and she gasps as I pull her towards me until her tight little ass is right at the edge of the bed. I move in, her legs speeding wide as I grip them tight. My cock slips over her pussy, bumping over her clit as she gasps, moaning and nodding at me.
“Please,” she moans.
“Please what, princess?”
“Please fuck me!” she gasps. “Please, I— I want to feel it.”
“You want this big cock to fuck your naughty, tight little pussy, angel?”
She moans wildly, nodding.
“You want me to show you what a real man feels like? How a real man makes his naughty girl’s pussy fucking come like she deserves to come?”
“Oh fuck!” she cries out as my head bumps over her clit. I slip it down, groaning, my jaw tight as her soft, smooth, pink lips part so gently around my head. Her slippery, sticky juices drip down me, glistening on both of us as my cock pulses, and two spurts of precum squirt all over her pussy.
Good. She needs to be as wet as she can be for me.
I push in, and her sweet moans fill my ears in a way I’ll never forget.
“Oh, GOD yes!” Alyssa screams, her body arching in pleasure as I push my head into her pussy.
“Open up baby girl,” I hiss. “Open up and let me fill this candy pussy up with my fat cock.” I push again, and as another half inch or so eases inside, Alyssa starts to go wild.
I’m not gonna lie: part of me worried she’d be too tight — that I’d truly be too big for her. I mean I’m more than twice her size for fuck’s sake. The last thing I want to do is hurt her, ever, at all. But there’s no pain, no wincing, no tensing. Just pure fucking bliss on her face as my big, fat cock starts to slip inside.
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