Makeup? Check. Tight dress? Check. Sexy lingerie? Check. All systems go; I’m ready for takeoff. Well, almost ready; I’m still waiting on the pilot.

Although only an hour passed after Diesel’s last text, it seems like that was an eternity ago. I’m walking around my apartment like someone hit in the head by a club; I go from the kitchen to the bedroom, then head to the living room and only stop when I raced through every corner in the place. Why am I this nervous? It’s not like this is my first time with him… But I can’t shake off the anxiety that has settled deep in my bones. Every time I remember how it felt to have my naked body pressed against Diesel’s, his hard cock buried deep inside of me… That’s enough to make a wet mess out of me.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and my train of thought derails. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and then walk to the door with a steady gait.

“Long time, no see,” Diesel greets me as I open the door. He’s leaning against the doorway, his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. This time he isn’t wearing a Polo, but a simple black dress shirt that clings to his muscles in an impossibly delicious way.

“So, how was mini-golf?” I say, trying to play it cool and confident as I step to the side, inviting me in.

“Dangerous,” he simply responds, throwing his jacket over my couch. “Gladly, I was there to prevent anyone from spraining an ankle.”

“You have a big heart for a bad boy.”

“Lucky for you,” he starts, lowering his voice and closing the distance between us, “I have something bigger than my heart.” His body is almost against mine, his lips just inches away from mine. My heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my throat.

“Do you? And what can you possibly be talking about?”

“You’re a smartass, aren’t you, Lisa?” he whispers, gently placing his long fingers on my waist. “Maybe I should punish you for that. Give you a good ol’ spanking.”

“I doubt you can do that,” I tease him, locking eyes with him. “You’re not as bad as you say… Carlton.” He narrows his eyes as he hears his real name, but I just smile.

“Lisa, I’m not lying. I always told you the truth,” he continues, ignoring my teasing words. His tone of voice is a truthful one, but I just can’t buy it. What kind of outlaw MC would wear Polos and live in the Upper East Side? “I am--” This time I shut him up, placing my index finger over his moving lips.

“I don’t care,” I say, and I mean it. “Just fuck me already.”

Saying nothing more, I lean in for the kiss and, closing my eyes, I let his mouth fit against mine. I savor his full lips, surrendering to his manly flavor. I reach with my tongue and, feeling his, our kiss grows fierce, his hands pulling eagerly on my hips.

My small fingers go to his shirt, and I flatten the palm of my hands against it, feeling his firm pectorals and eight-pack. I push the fabric up his torso and, as he raises his arms, I then pull it over his head and throw it to the floor, baring his ripped chest.

It’s impossible to resist his perfect body and I’m not even going to try. His fingers go around my hips and over the curve of my ass, cupping it over my dress and squeezing it hard. I succumb to his pull and lean in, laying my lips against his neck.

He stops me by tangling his fingers on my hair and throwing my head back, and I feel him breathing in the scent of my hair as my hands explore his side. That wild anxiety taking over me, I move my hands over the clasp of his belt and unfasten it, popping out the top button on his jeans at the same time.

I feel him shudder as I pull down his zipper, warm blood hurrying down to between my legs and making me feel as alive as I have ever felt. His cock strains against his boxer briefs, the bulging there brushing against my knuckles. In one swift motion, I open my hand and press my palm against him, his cock pulsing impatiently against my skin. I can’t wait to him inside of me again, to feel his thickness stretching me wide and ruining me for other men… And he’s probably thinking the same, judging by the hurried way he kicks off his shoes.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, squeezing my ass, his almost naked body so maddeningly close to mine. With my curves filling his hands, he takes his mouth to my neck and nibbles at the smooth flesh there, his scent climbing up my nostrils and taking my brain by assault. I exhale deeply against his ear, my skin prickling as his tender kisses go over my neck.

“That makes two of us,” I breathe out. I take my arms behind his back, my hands darting lower toward his jeans. With a grin dancing on my lips, I go around his waist and curl my fingers around his thick member; we kiss again, our tongues dancing in a circle around each other.

I almost feel a shiver going up his spine as the palm of my hand flexes against his crotch, his thickness resting there as it snuggles between my small and delicate fingers. I tug on it, the soft and cautious movement of my hand enough to make him gasp. Yanking on my hair again, he forces me to look him straight in the eyes.

“On your knees,” he commands me, and my body obeys before I can even process the meaning behind his words. I start kissing down his neck as I go down, my lips brushing over his nipples and toward his stomach, and he closes his eyes in anticipation.

The moment my knees touch the floor I lean forward, placing my mouth over the straining shape that tents his boxer briefs. I suck on his cock over the fabric, my lips tightly wrapped around his thickness. Biting down on his lower lip, he runs his hands through my hair, disheveling it.

His cock pulses hard against my hand as I claw at the hem of his boxers, the fabric of it sliding down his ass. I push down with both of my hands, his cock revealing itself to me as hard as I've ever seen it, its tip glistening with eagerness. He kicks off both his jeans and boxers then, standing naked over me like a God of Sin.

In a way, it surprises me how much I crave him. It’s simply maddening, so much that when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it down ever so slowly, I have to close my eyes for an instant as a wave of delight rides me. I breathe out sharply as, looking up at him, I see him with his eyes closed, an expression of pure pleasure on his face. He might know how to use his huge cock, but I also know a trick or two when it comes to using my mouth.

Opening my mouth slightly I place it over his tip, my tongue brushing it gently. I feel the urge to lean forward, to make his cock slide down my lips in one swift motion and feel my whole mouth around it. But I wait, patiently, and keep to my own pace, my mouth widens slowly as I lean in, my lips sliding over his length inch by slow inch, making his body suffer through a sweet slow boil.

He claws at my hair as I cup his balls, my mouth finally filled with his throbbing member, the warmness of it almost making me dizzy. I pull out as slowly as I’ve leaned into him until only his tip is on my lips, and then go down again, each coming and going motion of my head making him grab at my hair harder.

He groans as my hand joins the pendulum motion of my mouth. I’m stroking and sucking at a rhythm so perfect I wish for it to never end. I can only imagine what’s going through his head as he looks down at me, seeing his flesh going in and out of my mouth. Just thinking of it I feel my pussy growing wetter than before.

"I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lisa," he whispers toward me. I raise my eyes up to him and, sliding back and allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth slowly, I smile at him, dimples forming around the edge of my mouth.

“I’ll make you keep that promise,” I tease him, and then I go back down on his cock. Bobbing my head back and forth, I go as fast as I possibly can. Even though the muscles in my neck are burning, and my jaw is hurting from being opened to its limit, I don’t stop. I push through whatever limitations I might have, going so fast that any other man would have just cum by now. But, of course, Diesel is not just any man; he’s something else entirely.

“Fuck,” he groans, his cock spasming inside my mouth. His whole body tenses up and, grabbing me by the hair, he forces me to stop sucking. Sliding his cock out from my mouth, he just looks down at me and grins. “Time to make that promise happen.”

He pulls me up to my feet and, taking his hands to my hips, pushes me back until I hit the wall. He then turns me around and I place both my hands against the flat surface, swaying my hips softly. I jut my ass at him and my heart starts racing faster: I want him bad and I want him now. "I’m going to fuck you so hard," he says, and his words sound like something magical.

Still grabbing me by the waist, he presses his body against mine. With his cock nestled against my ass cheeks, I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing his thickness and trying to burn down his mind with long flames of desire.

He rocks his body against mine and lifts my dress up to my waist, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks. I can’t help but savor how perfect it feels to be so close to him, his length pressed tight against my skin.

We keep moving our bodies in unison, my heart thrashing inside my chest as I feel his eyes wander over my body’s eager curves. God, I want—no, I need to feel every single inch of his smooth skin on my body.

He lets his hungry hands slide under the collar of my dress and make a teasing descent toward my breasts. With his fingers going over the cup of my bra and hooking themselves under it, his fingertips trace the curve of my breasts and find the warm hardness of my swollen nipples.

I arch my back and gasp, surrendering to his touch. Hungry for him, a white pulsing heat inside my head, I close my eyes as he slides the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms. He places one hand on my lower back, his fingers resting over the dimples I have there.

He finds his way to the clasp of my bra and, with a turn of his fingers, unhooks it. As the straps tumble down my shoulders, the bra cups gently droop down my breasts, a faint tan line revealing itself around the soft and firm mounds. Guided by pure instinct I pull the bra out and throw it to the ground; he then makes me turn to him and guides his mouth to my chest, flicking his tongue at a tiny hard nipple and then lowering his mouth and sucking on it as he cups both breasts and squeezes them. God, the way he’s doing it makes me feel as if… Hell, there’s nothing I can compare what I’m feeling to! I love sex, yeah, but I never thought that foreplay could even be this good.

His fingertips make the climb back down from my breasts, hiking over my stomach and discovering the hemline of my dress. He goes under it and straight to my crotch, his touch settling on my inner thighs as I squirm anxiously. With only one finger he traces the tender lines of my groin before surrendering to impatience and pressing down the palm of his hand over my drenched thong, drawing a purred moan out of my lips.

He brushes the tip of his fingers over my thong, my heart kicking and punching at my rib cage. Just imagining how it will feel to have him pull the thong down my legs, I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to have him tasting me with his mouth.

As if he can read my mind, he goes to his knees in a heartbeat; he takes his hands to my ankles and slides them up my legs, my mouth feeling dry as he touches the wet fabric of my thong with his fingertips once more. He leans into me, his lips gently kissing my knees, my inner thighs, my groin... Oh, I can’t take this teasing anymore. Lucky for me, he places his mouth over my thong and, breathing in, sucks hard, feeling my scent and flavor. I feel lightheaded and dizzy as he does it.

I can’t help but thrust my hips forward, pressing my pussy against his mouth, my eager wetness coating his hungry lips. Then, unable to wait one second more, he lifts my dress up to my waist and pushes my thong aside, just enough so that he can taste my folds with the tip of his tongue. He laps at me, flicking his tongue at my clit and circling it slowly; pressing his mouth there he starts sucking, pleasure completely in control of me.

He pulls back for just one second, enough time for him to pull the thong down my legs. Using one more second to breath in, I see him looking at me, his eyes wandering to the small triangle of trimmed hair between my legs. He dives into me then, burying his mouth in my pussy, devouring me carelessly as if he needs to do it to survive, two careful and gentle fingers brushing against my clit as I keep jerking my hips against his face.

There is no stopping him; even when I claw at his hair, moans breaking free of my mouth through gritted teeth, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going until I surrender to that sweet madness and start forcing his head down and my hips forward, making him eat me out in the most wild and delicious way there is. And I just love it, I love everything about it: how he wants to have his mouth on my pussy, to taste me, to draw aching moans out of my lips...

Parting my inner lips with his tongue, he slides one finger inside me, making my hips sway wildly. He takes his forearm and places it over my belly, holding me down against the wall as, with his mouth and fingers, he claims me. I thrust my pussy against his face, fighting against the hold he has on me. But he doesn’t let up - holding me in position, I come as he devours me.

I scream; it’s a-high pitched scream and, yet, almost musical and sweet. My mind is inundated with ravenous desire. He pulls back and looks at me, his mouth still coated by my wetness. Seeing him like that, eager eyes and breathing fast, my legs start shaking as if they’re not mine to command... It makes me completely mad with desire. It’s a strange thing to feel, at least for me, but it’s the truth.

I open my lazy eyelids and look at him. He smiles and, before I even realize what he’s doing, he goes up to his feet and forces me to turn on my heels, pinning me against the wall once more.

"I told you I was going to fuck you hard," he whispers against my ear, pushing the dress down my legs. He then grabs his cock and angles it down so that it fits right between my thighs, its tip against my wetness. “And I always keep my promises.”

I scream as he thrusts; his cock pushes my inner lips aside and his length pierces me in one single motion, straining against my tightness.

His hands are on my ass, squeezing my cheeks harshly, and that’s how he starts to thrust. Rocking his body against mine, I let the sound of his thighs slapping my ass lull me into a trance, one where only pleasure exists.

To feel his body on me, his eager breathing and the desire that makes his skin glisten... It’s absolutely perfect. I don’t think I’ve ever felt something quite like this. Outlaw or not, he sure knows how to use this huge cock of his.

Just like he promised, he fucks me hard, going back and forth in a flowing motion, his cock merciless against the tight embrace of my pussy. He slides out until only his tip is inside me, and then goes back in once more; I sway my body back and forth, trying to follow his rhythm as he buries his shaft deep inside me. And then we do it all over again. He fucks me like this until it becomes almost unbearable; my muscles are burning and even my bones seem to rattle anxiously against each other.

Grabbing my ass cheeks hard, his fingertips over the curve of my crack, he thrusts upward and I scream my way to climax once more. My whole body is trembling, as if a strong electric current is running through me and driving me to the edge of madness. Hell, I come so hard I don’t even know how I’m still alive.

Groaning, he pulls his cock out and smacks my ass hard. I gasp as I feel the heavy impact of his hand on my skin, and then he just does it again. And again, and again. I can already imagine the red mark of his fingers on my ass, and it just drives me completely crazy.

Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I turn on my heels and face him, an eager smile on my lips. “More,” I whisper, and then turn my back to him and walk straight to my small couch. I climb on top of it, going on all fours, and I don’t even need to tell him what I want.

With a grin on his face, he comes up to me immediately, climbing on the couch and kneeling behind me, both his hands on my waist. With a sudden movement, he hooks his fingers on my hips and guides his cock home; I feel his tip parting my folds and, in an instant, he’s already sliding inside me. I moan as he does it, my pussy tightening hard around his cock as he starts to thrust. He rocks his body against me, his cock going in and out of me at a patient pace; of course, he soon builds it up to an unstoppable frenzy. He goes as hard as he can, the sound of his thighs slapping once more filling the whole living room with its sweet symphony.

My moaning soon turns into full-blown screaming, but even then he doesn’t ease up. He keeps going hard, drops of sweat starting to form on my forehead. He lets one hand go around my waist and presses two fingers against my clit, rubbing it in fast hard circles with the tip of his middle finger. I don’t know how I’m even capable of doing it, but I start screaming even louder. I didn’t even know I was capable of screaming this loud, and I figure my neighbors didn’t know it as well. I guess now they do.

It doesn’t take long; before I know it, I’m pressing my ass back at him, my whole body trembling as I do it.

“Don’t… Don’t stop…” I beg, the words coming out of me filled with passionate delight. I didn’t even need to say it; he has no intention of stopping and robbing me of a mind-bending orgasm. “Oh my… GOD!”

With a final scream, my whole body tenses up at the same time as his. My pussy clenches and grips his cock with such strength that I just know he won’t be able to resist it. I grit my teeth as he keeps going hard… I’m screaming my mind out now; goodbye, vocal chords. As I climax, my pussy tightens even more, electric pleasure completely devastating me.

“I’m not done yet,” he whispers, leaning in so that his mouth is against my ear. Slowly, he slides his cock out of my pussy and goes up to his feet, pulling me up after him; before I can do anything about it, he picks me up with his strong arms. “Bedroom?” he asks me, and I just point down to a door at the far end of my living room. He walks there and, pushing the door open with the tip of his foot, carries me all the way to my bed. He drops me there, the soft mattress under my naked body, and then grabs me, making me go on all fours again.

“Your mouth is mine, your pussy is mine…” he says, kneeling on the bed behind me, each of his words sending a shiver down my spine. “And now I want your ass.”

With that, he starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my crack, always lingering whenever it goes over my hole. I grab at my sheets so tightly my knuckles turn white, trying to prepare myself for what’s coming. Of course, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready; I mean, just look at how big his cock is! It’s already impressive that it fits inside my mouth and pussy, let alone my ass…

“Nervous?” he asks me and, even though my back is turned to him, I can picture the wicked grin he has on his face. I just shake my head, telling him that no, I’m not nervous. Between you and me, I’m a nervous wreck, yeah… But the excitement of what I’m about to do kinda drowns out all fear.

Moving slowly, Diesel starts pushing his cock against my hole. I tremble in place as he slides one inch inside of me, and then he just keeps the pace, feeding me the whole length of his cock. He only stops when all of it is inside of me, and my ass feels so tight around his cock that I can even feel his heartbeat. It hurts, yeah, but by the time the pain has travelled from my nerve endings to my brain it has already turned into vicious pleasure. And he isn’t even thrusting.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathes out, slowly starting to rock his hips. I moan as his cock slides out of me and then in again, his long inches stabbing me violently. He picks up the pace quickly, and it doesn’t take long for him to be ravaging my ass much in the same way he did with my pussy.

“Oh God oh God,” I repeat over and over again, my brain frying inside my skull. Each thrust of his is sweeter than everything I have ever known, the pleasure that buzzes around my brain so addictive that I know I’ll never tire of his cock.

“No God in here, babe,” he says, “just me.” With that, he builds up his rhythm until I almost pass out. His thrusts are so fierce that every single cell in my brain has been directed to try and process how amazing it all feels.

I open my mouth to speak, to tell him not to stop, but all that leaves my lips is a groan of utter pleasure. My arms and legs grow weak, and I just press my forehead against the bed, closing my eyes and waiting for that orgasmic tidal wave to come and sweep me off my feet. And that’s exactly what happens; in a fraction of a second, something snaps inside of me. This time I don’t even moan or scream. I just stop breathing, pleasure rushing through me so violently that my lungs even forget their function momentarily.

Diesel is close too. I can feel it by the way he moves, his movements growing from just fast to hurried and anxious. And then, one final stroke and that’s it, all of his muscles become as hard as marble and he grabs at my thighs almost too violently, holding me in place as pleasure simply runs over both of us.

He erupts like a madman, his cock spasming so hard inside my ass that I don’t even know how I can take it. He shoots his cum hard, the delight of release taking hold of my body, mind and soul. I remain like that for almost a minute, an endless torrent of semen cascading out of his cock and into me.

For a fraction of a second my scream of pleasure dances with the sound of his harsh breathing as he gushes inside me and, just for this second, I can’t think of a more perfect moment.

Pulling out from me, slowly, I tremble as he does it. “Fuck, this was… intense,” he says, and his voice comes at me as if he’s standing on the side of the universe. My brain is still reeling from the last orgasm, and I don’t even know where I am anymore. My place, his place? Times Square? Who cares?

“This was so--” I start to say, but the moment I feel his lips on my lower back, I fall silent again. He lays gentle kisses over the curve of my ass cheeks, and then starts moving in toward my crack. Without a moment’s hesitation, he takes his mouth right between my thighs and presses it against my pussy.

Using his tongue, he starts scooping up the cum that's dripping down from my inside of pussy and, once he has licked my folds dry, he starts moving up. I shudder as I feel his tongue going over my crack, fishing out every strand of cum, and then he finally crushes his mouth against my ass. His tongue jabs inside of me with fast strokes, and I start moaning again, barely capable of understanding what’s really happening. Christ, this is amazing!

“Fuck,” he breathes out, finally pulling back from me and laying down on top of the mattress, his eyes closed shut as he tries to catch his breath. I lay next to him, breathing as hard as he is.

“This was… something else,” I whisper, not sure of what to say. He turns to me, a lustful flicker in his eyes, and then just smiles.

“You drive me crazy, Lisa,” he says, and I just smile back at him. Somehow, there’s nothing I can say to him that will make this moment any more perfect. With that silly smile of happiness on my lips, I drift off and let a sweet darkness overtake me.

He might not be a real outlaw, but he sure is a bad boy when it comes to sex.