“You really have to be kidding me. Is this your outlaw pad?” I ask him, rolling my eyes. He’s standing by the doorway, his lips cocked into a smile as he bows.

“My humble apartment,” he says with flair, allowing me to enter his apartment before he does. Like a true outlaw. Yeah, right.

His pad is everything but humble; let’s just start by saying that no self-respecting outlaw would own an apartment in the Upper East Side. And when he flicks the light switch by the door, turning on the lights, I can’t help but gasp: he’s definitely pulling some kind of prank on me.

The living room is like something out of a magazine, the furniture perfectly laid out as if he spent weeks getting the right angle just for the couch. The walls are a clear white, contrasting with the dark high-end furniture, and the room is so large it almost becomes uncomfortable. I look around, trying to find something personal—a family picture, or maybe one of him and some ex-girlfriend—but all my eyes find on the walls are paintings. The canvases are huge, and the artwork seems so abstract I don’t even know what I’m looking at.

“I didn’t know outlaws hired interior designers,” I tease him, turning around to face him.

“Maybe it was a criminal interior designer,” he shoots back, placing his keys and wallet on the mantelpiece. Even the fireplace seems like it was made to order.

“Yeah, of course it was --” I start to say, but he just closes the distance between us and places his hands on my waist. His mouth is so close to mine that my eyes are drawn to his lips.

“I remember something you said… What was it?” He runs his tongue between his lips, trying to look as if he’s lost in thought, and then continues. “Oh, yeah. Something about a motorcycle and fucking.”

Blood runs through my cheeks, and I know I must look like a cherry tomato right now. But my face isn’t the only place where boiling blood is running to; my insides are warming up, and my pussy becomes even wetter than it was on the ride here. It’s going to happen, isn’t it? We’re really going to fuck.

Sure, he might not be a real bad boy, an outlaw, but there’s something about him… There’s an edge to his eyes, and his grin sometimes looks dangerous as well. And, well, he does have a bike. No, I’m not futile enough to fuck a guy just because he has a bike, but I gotta tell you… Riding his bike, my crotch against his hips as he swerved in and out of traffic, it was something surreal. My arms were lacing his torso the whole time, feeling his strong frame, and I couldn’t help but imagine how he looks under his shirt. I guess it’s time to find out.

“Well, I don’t break promises,” I purr, my eyes still locked on his lips. He’s smiling now and, God, I’ve never seen lips as delicious as his. His mouth was designed for kissing and perhaps for something more. Just thinking of that is enough to send a shiver up my spine, and I bite on my lower lip as I imagine all the things he might do with his mouth…

“No need to play it cool, Lisa,” he says, his words just a whisper. “I know you’re dying for it.”

“I’m… I’m not…” Shit, I can barely think straight right now. Work, brain, work!

“Well, I guess I should just take you home, then,” he teases me, and that’s when my brain decides to start working. Except, instead of leading me down a straight and narrow path, it makes me jump down a sinful cliff. Without bothering to answer him, I just close the distance between our mouths and press my lips against his.

My eyelids go down by instinct, the taste of his lips making me dizzy. His hands go down from my waist to my ass and, squeezing my cheeks with his long fingers, he pulls me into him. I tremble with anticipation as I feel something hard and impossibly huge pushing against my dress, and I just press my body against his.

He pushes his tongue inside my mouth, parting my lips, and our kiss grows into something violent and fierce. He might not be an outlaw, but he sure as hell knows how to kiss a girl.

Using his body, he pushes me until my back is against the wall, and then takes one hand to my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. Yanking, he forces me to throw my head back and looks into my eyes. There are flames dancing in his irises, and I feel a sudden urge to be consumed by that violent fire.

I take my hand to his crotch, my outstretched fingers ready to grab his cock, but he’s faster than me: he grabs me by the wrist, stopping me just before I press the palm of my hands against his erection.

“Say it,” he whispers, mischievousness painting his face. At first, I’m confused; what does he want me to say? But the answer comes to me fast.

“I… I want it,” I exhale sharply, straining against the hold he has on me.

“What do you want?” he continues, tightening his fingers on my wrist.

“Your cock, I want your cock,” I say, and he lets go of me immediately. My hand flies onto his crotch as fast as I can, and my brain almost explodes as I feel his hard-on against my fingers. It doesn’t feel like there’s a cock inside his pants, but a baseball bat made of steel. Handsome, cocky, and with a huge cock—where have you been all these lonely nights, Diesel?

“You seem surprised,” he says, that devilish grin of his widening.

“You’re… huge.”

“Like I said, you seem surprised,” he repeats, yanking on my hair again and crushing his mouth against mine. I curl my fingers around his thick shaft then, and start moving my hand up and down, stroking him over the fabric of his pants. God, I need to see his cock… I need to feel it.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I place both of my hands on chest and give him a slight push. He takes one step back, his lips leaving mine, and I use the opportunity to go down on my knees. Once I’m on the floor, I look up at him, my hand still on his crotch, and I realize that I’ve never wanted to taste a man’s cock as much as I do now.

With my heart feeling as tight as a coiled spring, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it, my eyes locked on Diesel’s. He just looks at me as I take the belt out from its loops, and then reach for his fly. I unzip it, grab his pants and pull them down to his knees. His cock is straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs, a thick hard rod of power and lust. I flatten my hand against it, chomping on my lip as I feel the warm proximity of his cock.

“Go on,” he whispers, and my hands move as if they have a mind of their own. Placing both hands on his outer thighs, I push his boxer briefs down, and his monstrous cock jumps free, pre-cum glistening on its tip.

Reaching for it, I curl my fingers around it, my brain stretched thin while I try to comprehend how a cock can be this big. I can barely grab it with just one hand, and it’s so big that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to fit all of his inches inside my mouth, let alone my pussy.

Grinning, Diesel kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxers. I look up at him, anticipation making my brain work overtime; I barely blink as I watch him unbutton his shirt with curt and steady movements, his fingers moving deftly. Pushing it down his arms, he then stands naked and gorgeous, like a perfect gift destiny has thrown in my lap.

I lean forward, laying my lips on his tip, sucking and allowing his saltiness to hit all of my senses. Curling my fingers around his cock, I part my lips and allow his cock to rest on top of my tongue, carefully feeling his eagerness inside of my mouth. He tastes like a man should, the sweet flavor of testosterone flooding me. I ease his shaft inside my mouth, slowly bobbing my head back and forth as I stroke him at the same time.

He rests his hands on top of my head, guiding my head up and down, his fingers gently running through my hair.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he breathes out, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.

My hands grab at his firm ass, pulling him in and forcing his cock down my mouth. I lap with my tongue at his shaft, sucking eagerly and relishing every single second as I stroke him hard, using both my hands and flicking my wrists up and down in a flowing motion.

His cock twitches inside my mouth and, for a second, I think that he’s about to cum. But he gently places his fingers on my jawline and pushes me back, his cock popping out of my mouth. He offers me one hand and I take it, allowing him to help me up to my feet.

He takes me in his arms once more, pressing his mouth against mine, his hands grabbing at my ass hungrily. I want him to explore my body, to take all the pleasure that he can… I reach for his wrist and guide one hand toward my breasts. He obliges, squeezing the soft mound underneath my blouse and making me moan lightly, the sound of my voice just a whisper.

He stops for a second, pulling back and looking into my eyes.

“I’ll make you mine,” he whispers, and a shiver goes up my spine as I hear his words.

“How?” I ask.

He simply grins at me, that deviousness on his face. “You know how, Lisa…” he says, and it’s true: I really know what he means. His answer couldn’t be a more self-evident one.

Still with his eyes locked on mine, he grabs my blouse and then makes me raise my arms up in the air so that he can pull it out, the fabric caressing my skin as it goes. I stand there, in my bra, anxiously waiting for his touch.

“Turn around.”

His words leave no room for hesitation; I do as he asks, turning on my heels. I feel his fingertips brushing against my back and, with a flick from his fingers, he unhooks my bra. I simply let it fall, the cool air in the room kissing my hard nipples. He reaches for me before I can turn, resting his lips on my neck and cupping both my breasts in his powerful hands.

“Ah,” I breathe out as I feel his warm touch on me, a pleasant buzz pulsing between my legs. Perhaps reading my mind—or my body—he lets one hand slide down the side of my body and places it right over my crotch, pressing his fingers there and drawing a moan out of me. I can feel his breath against my neck, desire building up all over my body.

Grabbing me by the hips he makes me turn to him. Without a single word, he picks me up from the floor and I react by instinct, placing my arms around his neck. He carries me across the living room, and then down a corridor; only when we step inside a room and he lays me down on the mattress do I realize there’s really no going back: I’m in his bedroom now.

He climbs on top of me, the muscles in his arms and chest tense and chiseled, each one of them perfectly outlined under that tan skin of his. He kisses me then, his lips wet and eager, my mouth opening up and surrendering to him.

His fingers travel down and over my breasts, stopping for a moment to caress my rosy nipples and then carrying on to my stomach, only stopping when they go over my waistline, meeting the fabric of my dress.

“Diesel…” I purr, wiggling my hips as he unzips my skirt and yanks it down, revealing my dark blue thong. In an instant he presses his mouth against the wet fabric of it, sucking and nibbling as I squirm in delight. He pushes the thong aside, just enough to reveal my wet pussy and lay his lips there, lapping at my inner lips with his tongue, up and down, up and down, always circling its way back around my clit.

I push my hips up, lost in the moment, craving his mouth on me. He pushes me down to the mattress, holding me with one hand and sliding the thong down my legs in one quick motion. I’m finally naked, my body his. With his hands on my knees he parts my legs, taking a good look at the narrow patch of wet hair between my legs, my pink folds yearning for the touch of his tongue.

Instinct takes hold of me and I bury my hands in his hair, forcing his head down and pressing my pussy against his face. He goes down eagerly, his open mouth devouring me as I sway my hips with no discernible rhythm. He flicks his tongue at my clit and brushes two fingers up and down my pussy, sliding them in as slowly as he can, a sharp breath tumbling out of my lips as he does it. I arch my back, clenching my ass cheeks as my whole body tenses up in pleasure.

“Don’t…” I start, trying to speak between moans. “Don’t stop, Diesel… Don’t…”

He doesn’t need instructions; he seems to have no intention of stopping or slowing down. In fact, he starts sucking harder, caressing my inner lips with his mouth as his fingers slide in and out of me. I thrust my hips up once more, forcing his fingers deep inside as I shiver and tremble, a hasty scream forcing its way up my throat. I grit my teeth as ecstasy hits me like an avalanche.

“This was… Oh God, this was so...” He doesn’t allow me to say it, nor does he allow me to take a break. He presses his thumb gently over my clit, moving it in careful maddening circles. He keeps lapping at my pussy, slower now, my wetness dripping down my thighs to the mattress. “Diesel…” I moan his name, grabbing at the sheets while I squirm in place.

I keep moaning, not knowing if I can withstand the barrage of pleasure he wants to submit me to. Pressing his forearm over my belly, he holds me down as he slides one more finger inside me, stretching my pussy and making bright lights explode behind my closed eyelids. He keeps going, his fingers burying themselves deep like a hook, straining against my inner walls as they make their way.

He moves his tongue up, replacing his thumb with it and licking my clit gently. I claw furiously at his hair, feeling the tension building up once again. It’s maddening and irresistible. I moan hard, knowing what’s coming, and thrust my pussy against his face, orgasming my way into oblivion with his face buried between my legs.

I let my muscles and body relax as I collapse on top of the bed, praying for a minute’s rest. But Diesel has other things on his mind: instead of stopping, he takes his fingers out of my pussy and, grabbing under my thighs, raises my legs and places them over his shoulders. In a heartbeat, he has his mouth wrapped against my pussy again, sucking hungrily and darting his tongue in and out of me.

“Please… Diesel…” I moan, my body crying for relief. I’m going to explode; if he makes me come once more that’s what’s going to happen. But he doesn’t seem to care and, soon enough, neither do I; I cross my legs over his shoulder blades, locking him in place and forcing him to devour me with no mercy. I scream and I moan, my voice bouncing off the walls and reaching my ears as pleasure turns into sound.

I scream until my throat becomes raw, my hips jerking erratically as a heaven-sent electric current rages through my flesh. My whole body feels like it’s disintegrating, turning into a cloud of delight and pleasure. I come once more, spasms taking reign over my body and forcing me to flail my limbs as if I’m nothing more than a ragdoll. I’m blind and numb, my body utterly spent as that raging orgasm courses through my veins.

I lay sprawled on the bed, breathing in and out as if I’m dying. And I am; I’m dying from so much pleasure. Even so, opening my eyes and seeing that gorgeous, perfect and naked man right on top me turns the coals of desire inside me into a raging inferno once again.

I thought I was done, spent and unable to move, but looking into Diesel’s eyes and seeing the hunger there… It was as if my heart’s pumping adrenaline and not blood.

I take my hands to his shoulders and, summoning up strength I didn’t know I had, I push him down to the mattress and climb on top of him with a cat-like motion. Grabbing his cock by the root I point it up, straight to where my body demands it to be. I ease myself down, my whole body shuddering as his tip slowly parts my pussy lips and struggles against my inner walls. I lower myself slowly, each inch I go down drawing a purred moan out of me. I’m surprised I can even do that, judging by the inane amount of screaming I’ve done. But it still seems I have some reserves in store, as his shaft slides inside of me and pierces me completely I let out one scream so fierce that my bones rattle. I claw at his chest, my fingernails burying themselves in his pectorals with such ferociousness I’m surprised I’m not drawing blood.

My hips sway back and forth as he grabs my ass, his hands accompanying the motion of my body, squeezing at my cheeks and rubbing against my flushed skin.

I ride him hard, almost too violently, hell bent on pleasing him as much as he pleased me. My ass slaps his thighs as I go up and down, his cock sliding easily inside my pussy, the flowing motion of our bodies almost hypnotizing.

Diesel takes his hands from my ass cheeks and places them over my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples softly; I lean into him, my breasts bouncing freely over his mouth. He reaches for them with his lips, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth and caressing it with the tip of his tongue.

I keep going until sweat starts trickling down my back, surprised my body can endure all this. I guess that when pleasure is your fuel, the sky's the limit. I don’t slow down, not even when his muscles bulge and tense up as if they are under a huge strain; instead, I go at him faster and fiercer, rocking my body against his until the point of no return.

He grabs my ass once more and, instead of guiding me, he simply thrust his hips upward and pushes me down, holding me in place. I throw my head back and let out a scream that could break glass as his cock spasms inside of me. Furious flames of ecstasy are running through my twitching muscles, and even my mind feels like it’s boiling.

“So, are you convinced now? Of the kind of man I really am?” he asks me with that maddening grin, his cock still pulsing inside my pussy.

“Maybe… I think I need some more proof,” I tease him, flashing him one exhausted smile but still desperate for more. One thing’s true, at least, Diesel sure knows how to fuck a woman, and I’m guessing I’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg.

“You asked for it,” he says, moving fast and forcing me to roll to the side without even taking his cock out of me. I lay on my back, spreading my legs wide as Diesel positions himself on top of me.

“I did… Now give it to me,” I respond, locking my legs on his lower back and pulling him into me. I gasp as his long inches bury themselves deep into me, hitting that sweet spot inside my pussy. “Oh, God,” I cry out, digging my fingernails in his back.

He pistons into me with such a fury that every single nerve ending in my body is turning into ashes, an onslaught of sensations making their way to my brain and leaving me on the verge of unconsciousness. My body sways back and forth as he thrusts, the rhythm of his body almost too much for me, but he keeps on upping the pace with each pacing second, his cock completely ravaging my pussy. As tight as I was before Diesel, I doubt I’ll ever be the same: he’s stretching me wide, his pulsing cock pushing back against my inner walls and sending ripples of raw ecstasy through me.

“Harder, harder!” I cry out, the words leaving my lips before I can stop myself. And I should stop myself; I mean, how in the world am I going to survive this? I guess I’ll find out how good I am at surviving, since Diesel obliges to my request and starts going harder than before.

His thrusts are violent and strong, the rocking movement of his hips a perfect pendulum motion. He breaks his chain of movement with just one thrust, using all his strength at once and impaling me on his rock hard shaft; I close my eyes and grit my teeth, hissing as electric pleasure fills my mind at once and spreads to every single muscle in my body, no matter how small.

He cums at the same time as I do. I press my forehead against his as that sweet orgasm crawls under my skin, reaching for every single corner of my mind. I breathe out deeply, feeling the first spasms of his cum; he stops his thrusting motion and them simply holds his position, gushing a warm river of cum inside of me, coating my insides and dripping down.

Eventually he lets go of me, his cock twitching one final time before he pulls out from me and rolls to the side, sprawling his arms and surrendering to the sweet ecstasy that blankets us both. I let his cock slide out of me slowly, and then roll to the side and lay on top of the mattress.

Exhausted, my body still victim to the occasional twitch, I take my hand and reach for his. Finding it, I lace my fingers around it. As he squeezes it back, a wave of comfort rides through me.

“You might not be a bad boy, Diesel…” I say, my voice just a faint whisper. “But you sure know what you’re doing.”

“You really don’t believe me, do you?”

“Maybe I need some more convincing…” I turn to the side, so that I can look at him, and he does the same. In his eyes there’s a glint, and something tells me that this won’t be the last time we’re together…

If he keeps fucking me like this, I guess he can convince me of anything he wants.