Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry, babe. I won’t ever fucking stop.”
He curls his fingers in just right, hitting the spot deep inside that makes me see stars. “Diesel. I’m going to—”
The world spins, and my pussy clenches around his fingers as I come all over his hand. “Fuck, Diesel, shit!”
He releases me from his hold, leaving me trembling against the cold tile of the shower wall before he picks me up and slides me down on his cock. “Fuck, Cassidy,” he groans out, burying himself to the hilt. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
Gripping my thighs for leverage, Diesel begins to move, sliding in and out of my aching cunt in a fast rhythm. “Fuck yeah, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”
“That’s it, baby, keep those pretty legs wrapped around me.” His thrusts become erratic now, and I know he's close to finding his own release. “Fuck me, Cassidy. Shit, that feels so fucking good.”
I moan as another orgasm builds inside me. My nails dig into his back, my body tensing as he pounds into me relentlessly. Water splashes against us, and our skin slaps together in a delicious symphony of lust and need. “I’m going to come again, Diesel!” I pant out.
“Fuck yeah, babe! Come with me.”
“Oh fuck! Oh, fucking fuck. Right there,” I moan through gritted teeth. “Harder, Diesel. Yes! Yes!”
He obliges, slamming into me with abandon until my toes curl and my nails dig into his biceps. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, stealing my breath away as I see stars behind my closed eyelids.
“Fuck, baby!” he grunts out as he comes inside me, collapsing against my wet body.
We stand there, panting and spent, until the water starts to turn cold. Finally, Diesel grabs a big fluffy towel and carries me to the bed.
Diesel lays the towel down on the bed and sets me down, pinning me to the bed, and spreads my thighs with his broad shoulders. His tongue dances across my pussy, flicking and nibbling until I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm. The sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve in my body. “Damn, Diesel. You’re like the energizer bunny,” I gasp.
I can feel his lips curl into a smirk against my skin as he presses my hips firmly into the bed. “Keep going, babe. Come on my face,” he growls.
My hips buck wildly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. “Fuck!” I cry out, unable to contain myself any longer.
But Diesel isn’t done yet. He rises to his feet and grips his cock in his hand, stroking it. “You want some of this?”
I’m so worn out I can barely breathe, but I nod anyway.
Then he drives deep inside of me once again. His cock pounds into me relentlessly as he claims me as his own. “This pussy is mine,” he grunts.
Our gazes lock as we move together in perfect harmony. “Yours,” I moan.
Diesel squeezes my nipples with a firm grip as he continues to thrust into me with fervor. “Mine,” he declares, the word punctuated by a powerful thrust that sends waves of ecstasy through my body.
“Always,” I smile up at him, my body hot and clamping around him. “Always yours.”
“Damn fucking right you are.” He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles.
I feel like I’ve been his for a lifetime instead of just a few weeks. This can’t possibly be real, this dream sequence I’m in, traveling the country with a sexy as fuck biker, falling deeper for him. “This is unreal.”
“I’m real,” he whispers, kissing one side of my neck. “You’re real.” He kisses the other side. “Feels pretty fucking real to me.”
It’s the most real thing I’ve ever felt in my whole damn life, and it terrifies me, but I want it. More than I have ever wanted a man in my whole life. “I love this, Diesel, being here with you like this.”
He pulls back, flashing that panty-melting smile at me. “I love you, Cassidy.” He freezes, and a look of panic crosses his face. “I, um…shit.”
I try for a smile, but my heart pounds against my chest. “You don’t mean it?”
“Fuck yeah, I mean it, Cass. I love you. I mean it. I just didn’t plan on blurting it out like that.”
“Yeah?” My heart swells, and my fingers slide through his overgrown hair, massaging his scalp. “How did you plan on telling me that you’re in love with me?”
“Not while my cock is buried inside of you.”
I can’t help the laugh bubbling out of me. “Definitely makes for a receptive audience,” I tease, feeling happy and full of love. Gripping his hair tight, I pull him down for another scorching kiss that I feel down to my soul. “And I don’t need a grand gesture, Diesel, not if you really mean it.”