Lisa Vs. Outlaw

by Mona Cox

  I don’t last long: when he places his hand between my thighs and slides two fingers inside my pussy, I come as hard as I've ever done. With his cock still buried deep inside my ass, I stop moving, bunching up the sheets with my trembling fingers as waves of pleasure lap against each and every one of my muscles. This is more than just pleasure or ecstasy… This goes way beyond that. This is like absolute transcendence. Forget about enlightenment, heaven, or Nirvana—this, right here, is the real thing.

  My body completely spent, I move forward, Diesel’s cock sliding out of me as I collapse on top of the mattress. I’m breathing hard and sore all over, but I’m not done yet; I reach for his cock with my hand and, grabbing it, I start jerking him hard. My wrist hurts, my arm hurts, everything in me hurts right now, to be honest, but I don’t stop. I keep going until Diesel has to close his eyes and grit his teeth, his cock spasming against my hand. Feeling him on the verge, I give him my all, and, just like that, I have my reward: his cock starts to shoot a river of cum, the first drops hitting me right in the arm. But then he keeps gushing, his warm semen flying straight to my chest.

  Lying down on the bed and under him, I keep milking him as he covers me in his ecstasy, his warmness coating my naked skin. The moment he stops gushing into me, my chest is already a mess, my hard nipples covered in his white fluids.

  “Fuck,” he sighs hard as he comes, ropes of semen covering my naked body. He keeps shooting while I stroke him as fast as I can, my hand just a blur.

  I have to close my eyes as thick strands of cum fly to my face, hitting me in a never-ending cascade. It goes on forever and, when I open my eyes, I look down my body and can’t help but smile as I see my chest completely covered in cum.

  My mouth is open wide, tongue sticking out as I point Diesel’s cock straight at me. I keep still as he fills my mouth to the brim, his white cum completely coating my tongue. Finally, when he has nothing more inside of him, I let go of his cock. He reaches for me immediately, his hands going to my breasts, his fingers spreading his own cum all over me.

  As he grabs my breasts, I can’t take my eyes his mouth: I lean into him and, parting my lips slightly, I wrap them around his tongue and push the cum I have in my mouth into his. I let the cum slide from one mouth to the other, the scent and flavor of it inundating me. As I pull back from our kiss, Diesel scoops up the semen on my breasts with two of his fingers and slides them inside my mouth; unconscious desire guiding me, I suck his fingers dry, swallowing all the cum inside my mouth.

  I lick my lips then, cleaning them off of every last drop of cum and, as I do it, Diesel starts licking my chest, scooping all the cum there. With a grin on my lips, I take my fingers to his head and tangle my fingers in his hair. He keeps going until there’s nothing else on my skin, both our mouths now completely filled with cum; then we lean into one another, kissing wildly and swapping all the fluids we’ve scooped up.

  You know what? Even if Diesel wasn’t the bad boy he turned out to be, I think in the end everything would work out. You know why? Because this feels fucking amazing. And I’m not talking only about the sex. No, I mean the whole package.

  “I love you, I really do,” I say, grabbing his hand and squeezing lightly, my heart fluttering inside my chest.

  “I love you too,” Diesel says, gently smiling as he into my eyes.

  Holding him close to me, there’s one certainty inside my heart: no matter what happens, no matter what the world throws at us… We are one, now, and forever. And nothing will ever change that.

  19

  Epilogue

  “Diesel, I really need to know where we’re going, babe,” I say out loud as Diesel turns around.

  He smirks at me and for an instant a part of me wants to slap him. But the other part of me wants to kiss him. Pull him close and into me and rub myself against him. Lay down on the bed of the van and spread my legs for him.

  It’s been two months since Diesel rescued me from Kim’s party in the Hamptons.

  I wouldn’t mind that. I mean he would totally be the winner though from the whole smirking thing, but I doubt I would very much care at that point.

  But then again, this whole thing is kinda sorta my fault.

  I mean I was the one who kept bugging him.

  “Diesel, when are you gonna take me somewhere dangerous?” I asked him over and over.

  Of course, Diesel just rolled his eyes at me and asked me, “Why do you want to go somewhere dangerous? Aren’t I enough for you?”

  Of course he was. And to be quite honest, I really didn’t want to go anywhere that dangerous. Most of this was me joking around and still trying to tease my silver spooned heir to the billion dollar empire who used to have an outlaw youth.

  “Besides, how do you know once I took you somewhere dangerous that you’d be able to handle it?” he asked me.

  “Easy,” I replied back. “You’d protect me.”

  And here is where Diesel would take me in his arms and we’d kiss. It would be syrupy and sweet.

  And no matter what friend I was around, they would all make a face and roll their eyes.

  “Do you guys wanna get a room?” Kendall would ask if we were sitting at the same table. “I’m seriously debating about barfing here or waiting till I get home.”

  “Don’t judge, babe, I used to be just like you,” is my standard response. Kendall would just roll her eyes and mutter to herself.

  I mean, I really can’t blame her. She works in event planning so she deals with all sorts of people I’m sure. That kinda pressure cooker is enough to make anyone get a thick skin.

  But despite the thick skin, Kendall is still really sweet.

  I could go on and on about her, but don’t worry - you’ll get plenty of time with her. Right now is all about me, remember?

  And it better be, because a part of me is starting to worry.

  “Diesel,” I say looking at him and feeling my heart thump a bit. “Where exactly are we going?”

  He just shrugs and says, “Somewhere dangerous.”

  It’s my own fault. I kept needling him. I kept pressuring him. I couldn’t have left well enough alone. I couldn’t be happy with dinner at Per Se and drinks at Top of the Rock. I wanted more than just weekends at Fire Island and Sunday afternoons at the Boardy Barn.

  Well, Diesel sure delivered.

  He woke me up gently this morning.

  “Babe, lets go,” he said to me. I began to drift awake, feeling his cock pressed against my ass. I smiled to myself and scooched back a bit, wiggling and wriggling my ass to let his python burrow into my ass.

  But he wasn’t having any of it.

  “We can’t be late, we gotta hurry, babe,” he said as he pushed me awake.

  That opened my eyes.

  But when I asked him where we were going, the only answer I got back was the same one I’ve been hearing all day.

  “Somewhere dangerous,” he said.

  I swear, unless we’re going to Syria or Iraq, I don’t understand the secrecy going on.

  But Diesel is more tight lipped than I’ve ever seen him.

  I could just look out the windows, right?

  Wrong. The windows on the limo are custom tinted and adjustable, and Diesel has tinted them to the point where I can barely make out anything outside.

  All I can do is try to place myself with the movements of the car.

  But this is New York City. The streets are filled with potholes and we never go more than 30 miles per hour.

  I can’t tell anything, and I’m not like some sort of secret agent that’s trained in this.

  I’m just a girl. Who used to be looking for love. But who found it.

  The car comes to a stop.

  “Want to see where we are?” Diesel asks me.

  I nod my head, sufficiently chastened by this stern man. I can see now the hardness in him and how he carried himself in his MC. Sure, he loves me, but when he’s firm, he’s firm.

  “And you’ll stop bothering me a
bout going somewhere dangerous after this?” he asks me.

  I nod again. I’ve learned my lesson.

  “Great,” Diesel says, opening the door to the limo.

  I get to the exit and step out.

  The air smells…different.

  I see a long line of cars snaking towards a giant stadium.

  And it dawns on me.

  “That’s…Nailers Stadium,” I say to Diesel who nods his head.

  “Someplace dangerous…you brought me to…New Jersey?” I ask, starting to put pieces and places together.

  “East Rutherford, New Jersey,” Diesel says, pulling out two foam fingers. “Nailers Stadium.”

  “This is dangerous?!” I ask him a bit shrilly. “New Jersey?”

  He shrugs. “They don’t have Yellow Cabs here,” he says. “And I don’t think you’ll see too many Equinox gyms either, city girl.”

  I pause for a second. I don’t know what I’d do without taxi cabs. Drive?

  “Danger, danger,” Diesel teases as he pulls me close.

  Asshole. I want to slap him again.

  But he kisses me.

  “They’re bringing the bike too, so after the game we can ride back into the city,” he tells me. “How’s that sound?”

  As much guff as I give him, it does sound pretty good, you know?

  I try to hide it, but eventually the smile pops through.

  Whatever. I kiss him back.

  “My outlaw,” I say to him, pulling him close and pressing my body against his.

  He grabs my ass and bites my lip.

  I’m thinking we take some time and rock the limo if things keep progressing this direction.

  Show New Jersey some real dangerous….

  ;)

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  Mona Cox is the pen name that Alexis Angel uses to write steamy contemporary romance when she is co-writing with other authors.

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