Diesel
I grip her thigh near her pussy, grab and pull the flesh while staring into her eyes, watching the anticipation build in her face. Despite what she says, she wants it. She wants it badly. She closes her thighs around my wrist, trapping it between her legs, and her hand keeps twitching as though she wants to touch me but is trying to stop herself. I slide my hand up another inch, pressing my fingers against her pussy. Even through denim, her cunt feels fucking incredible. Warm, even a little wet through the shorts.
“I want those fuckin’ shorts off,” I say, removing my hand and tossing her bag to the floor. It lands with a loud thump. Both of us look at it for a moment, thinking the same thing, I reckon: is she still going to leave? She stares at it longer than me, and then turns away from it and hops into the bed.
“I’m so damn horny,” she whispers, her voice sweeter than any song. “I really … I’m just so damned horny.”
I stand over her. I think I could spend the rest of my life standing over this tight, sexy woman and die a happy man. “Take off those shorts,” I command.
There’s nothing better than watching a woman get undressed, especially when she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I’ve seen what’s underneath her denim before, but that doesn’t make it any less incredible. She wriggles out of the shorts, her underwear caught up with them, and kicks both to the floor. When she lies back, her pussy is bare for me, pink and inviting, her tuft of blonde hair making her look like a real woman, a woman ready to be fucked, hard. I reach down and unbuckle my belt. Then I kick my boots off and pull down my pants, kicking them away from my ankles.
“Kneel up and take that top off. Fucking pose for me.”
I rub my bare cock as I watch her. She looks so damn good when she climbs onto her knees, sticking her ass out and pouting as she pulls the tank top over her head. When she’s naked, the nipples on her pert breasts hard, I can’t control myself. She’s too sexy. My mind hones down to one figure, and she’s it. Nothing else matters, not even the fires. I don’t care. This place could catch fire and I’d still need to fuck her.
I take off my leather and pull my T-shirt over my head so that I’m naked, and then walk to the edge of the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, stick your ass out, and suck my cock. Now.”
Her eyes glance at the bag briefly, but then she crawls to the edge of the bed like I tell her to. Her ass sticks right in the air, round and begging to be spanked, bitten, grabbed as I drive into her, and she brings her pouty lips to the tip of my cock. With one hand she grabs the base of my dick and with the other reaches down and rubs her pussy.
I slide my fingers into her hair and push her down, firmly, so that she has no choice but to slide her open mouth down the length of me. I can tell I’m too big for her, but she looks so hot with her eyes bulging, her neck going red, her cheeks trembling as I force my cock to the back of her throat. I hold it there, choking her, and then release it. Spit and pre-come fall from her mouth.
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” I tell her. “Get ready.”
She takes a deep breath. I fuck her throat hard. I can’t stop myself. I’m too horny. And she looks too perfect choking and gagging on my massive cock, spit dribbling down her chin, taking every inch of me in her mouth as she frantically rubs her clit. She looks like my own personal whore. I lean over and grab her ass cheeks as I drive to the back of her throat, feeling how round and peachy they are, the bouncy sort of cheeks a man can’t look at without thinking of doggy style, ramming hard and fast deep into the tight cunt between them.
I grab her by the shoulders and lift her up, tossing her onto the bed so that she’s lying on her front.
“That fuckin’ ass …”
I grab her hips, pulling her up. She arches her back, pushing her shoulders into the bed and sticking that ass up, presenting it to me, tight, pink, fresh, the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. Her pussy is soaked. I don’t even have to touch her to know that. It glistens in the lowlight.
“You wanna be fucked,” I say. What I don’t say is: you say you want to leave, but you want to be fucked even more. Maybe that’d start an argument.
“I do,” she moans. “Badly. I want it so fucking badly, Diesel.”
“I’m going to drill your tight cunt,” I say, moving my hands over those perfect ass cheeks, bringing my fingers to the entrance of her soaking wet hole.
“Yes, yes,” she moans, shaking her ass from side to side. “I want that. I want that so bad.”
She can’t know what shaking her ass like that is doing to me. I guide my dick to her cunt, looking down, eyes fixated on the perfect shape of her ass. Then I slide into her as deep as I can get. She’s tight, so tight it feels like a hot-palmed fist gripping my cock, making me fight for every inch inside of her. She gasps and bites the sheets, stifling the noise. I push and push until her round ass cheeks are pressed flat against me, and then slide out, slowly. The fist begins to loosen, and soon it loosens enough that she isn’t gasping anymore. She’s moaning, and bouncing, and screaming.
I don’t think as I fuck her, except about how amazing she looks and feels, like her cunt was designed to make my cock feel like it’s going to explode. I fuck her hard, drilling her into the bed until the base begins to whine as if it could collapse at any moment. Neither of us would care if it collapsed, I know. We’d just keep on fucking, screwing madly until we were tired enough to stop. I grab her shoulders, pulling her toward me as I thrust at her, her ass cheeks slapping against my abs, my cock pumping deep inside of her. Her ass is tight, but it ripples a tiny bit. I love that. I love how she squirms, moaning and biting down on the sheets. Soon her cunt gets tight again, fist-tight, and I know she’s going to come for me. I pump her harder and harder and then go crazy as she squirts onto my cock, the thick white come pushing up into her asshole.
It’s so dirty. I can’t stop. All I feel is her pussy. All that exists is her—
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I slap her ass, leaving a red handprint there. “Fuck, Willa. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re my fuckin’ whore. Say it, say it.”
“I’m your whore!” she cries. “I’m your dirty fucking whore!”
“I’m gonna come in your whore cunt.”
“Do it!” she moans, bouncing as quickly as I thrust. “Do it! Please! Please do it! Come in my fucking whore cunt!”
I thrust into her faster and faster and then the tip of my dick is buzzing like crazy, tingling, and all the pleasure in my body is shooting out of the end of my cock right into her. I bite her, I slap her, and at the end I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. We fall aside, me one way and she another, and lie there for a long time.
We lie there for so long that at some point I fall asleep naked, on top of the sheets, a stupid smile on my face. I wake in the early hours of the morning in a dead-quiet room, not even the sound of another person sleeping anywhere near me.
I go into the ruined kitchen, into the bathroom, into the spare room, turning in circles, expecting Willa to materialize. And then it hits me. She’s gone. The only woman I’ve ever really wanted is gone.