WHAT IN GOD’S name was I getting myself involved into?
That look in Diablo’s eyes—his usually striking blue irises darkened like the sky before rain clouds rolled in. As much as I knew I was really laying it on thick with my sexuality, and je ne sais quoi attitude, I couldn’t say I was completely comfortable with what my body was ready to do.
He laid me on the bed while I leaned on my elbows to watch him undress.
My God, the man was perfectly formed as he pulled off his shirt with a wet spot from my pussy that wept for attention more than I did. He was far from shy as he undid his jeans, and slid them down his legs before kicking them off without preamble.
Diablo was definitely a man’s man.
He’d never be able to pass for a hipster and wear skinny jeans nor would he ever be mistaken for androgynous. From his muscular arms, firm pecs, and washboard stomach—all covered with an assortment of tattoos—he was one hundred percent male. That beautiful V, which led down the path to his angry cock, hard and swaying slightly to my left, I breathed deeply as my eyes continued to take in his gorgeous body.
He had strong, powerful thighs that were muscular but not to the point where he resembled a body builder. Everything about him below the waist was just as in shape. There was absolutely no worry in my mind that he would be able to pull his weight and mine, in bed.
I liked the fact that he was different from the usual type I had ever slept with. Not that I was a tramp but I’d had a few boyfriends in high school and college. We were with one another more because neither of us wanted to be alone. However, the sex was geared toward what my boy toys had seen in porn flicks and the only time I ever escaped with even a lukewarm orgasm was with them putting in serious time below my waist.
All those romance novels that talked about simultaneous orgasms, G-spots and getting off with a cock inside me were just that—fiction. It’d never happened to me ever. However, before Diablo was through with me, I had a feeling it would occur sometime during the night . . . or tomorrow.
I man didn’t resemble a fucking ancient Viking god, and not know how to fuck like one. Even if it did get a little rough, I had to admit it was probably the best way to achieve an awesome orgasm for the both of us.
He climbed toward me and I grabbed one of his silk black pillows to prop my head up before he snatched it from underneath my head. I opened my mouth to object but he winked at me and said, “You’re not going to need that.”
I smiled sweetly as he stopped at my breasts grabbed both of them into his hands, holding them for dear life before he tackled one of them with his mouth. His tongue paid special homage to my nipple as I gasped out loud before his teeth bit into the sensitive skin. What should have been pain turned into pleasure as I felt my clit start to throb.
The other nipple he pinched and pulled with his fingers, created a similar stimulation. My heart beat wildly in my chest while the feeling between my legs had me gushing like a fucking geyser. I didn’t want to do anything but stop the furious embarrassment my body was putting me through. I tried to close my legs however, Diablo’s strong thighs held them apart.
“Oh, God,” I murmured, “please touch me down there.”
The constant rub of his hardness between my legs, close yet so far apart from where slot A would insert into slot B drove me near to the point of insanity. At this very moment, his fingers would be a blessed miracle to the sexual torture he was forcing upon me.
“What is this . . . down there?” he teased in my ear as his hard chest scraped against my nipples and he began to bite my shoulder, stopping only before he broke the skin and flicking his tongue against the painful pleasure assaulting every nerve in my body.
I rolled my eyes, and barely gasped, “Please touch my vagina.”
He stopped what he was doing entirely and pressed his forehead against mine. “Surely you can come up with something more . . . sexual. How about ‘please finger-fuck my soaking cunt’ or ‘tongue-fuck my hungry pussy.’”
I tried to look away and murmured. “Touch my . . . pussy however you like.”
Diablo grabbed my chin and forced us to look at one another. “An improvement but I have a feeling you’ll feel less inhibited in a few days when you’re serving me your dripping pussy for breakfast.”
I couldn’t help as my face burned crimson at his suggestion but it was more than what he said. My whole body felt like it was on fire and he was the only one who could cool me down.
“I’ll teach you how it’s done.” He sat up and brought me with him as we both stepped off his bed and stood on a Persian rug. “Get down on your knees and suck my cock. You got a reprieve in the limo but I have been suffering for almost two hours. I think it’s time you showed me how grateful you are.”
I got down on my knees and although the material beneath the rug was hardwood floors, I could barely feel it through the plushness of the rug. I grabbed his cock with one hand and my tongue licked at the bulbous head, flicking over the pre-cum and tasting his salty-sweet essence.
Blowjobs were never my favorite but with him, it was a whole new experience that had nothing to do with him being a rock star or famous. He was amazingly clean, and smelled like masculine cologne soap. The feel of him underneath my hand was like steel wrapped in a silken package and the veins bulging along his manhood were truly gorgeous.
I centered in on sucking the hood of his dick before I began to take more and more of him inside of my mouth as he moaned low in his throat.
“That’s it, chérie, but watch the teeth. Hallow out your cheeks and open your mouth wide.”
“I’m not doing it right?”
“No, it’s more like you’re out of practice or the men you have done this to before didn’t have much for you to put inside that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
I hallowed out my cheeks as he asked and continued to suck on a few inches while I fisted the rest of his dick with my hand.
“Mmm, good start but you’re cheating. No hands,” he said.
I put both arms behind my back as he grabbed my head and gently guided me towards his cock on his terms. I felt unbalanced, as if I could tumble any moment and suffer from lockjaw but he shared none of my concerns.
“Open your throat. Relax your muscles and control your gag reflex.”
With the cocaine coursing through my system, I didn’t have a problem with his commands. His fingers massaged my scalp as he guided more of his dick inside my mouth. The moment I felt him hit my throat, I gagged before remembering to relax.
“Fuck, that feels so good. I’m going to do it one more time and remember, keep your throat open. Quell your gag reflex.”
I did as he wanted me to and I couldn’t believe his perfectly manscaped area tickled my nose. He was all the way inside me. I hummed against his enormous cock, quite pleased with myself when his whole body shuddered and he said something to me in French I couldn’t quite catch.
Like a man on a mission, he sped up and before I knew it, he fucked my face and I accepted it without much of an issue. I breathed through my nose while my eyes looked into his as they gazed down on me.
His hips pistoned and all I could feel was his cock in my mouth. In and out, slow and steady, then hard and fast before he grabbed my head, careful of my scalp but bunched my locks on top and stilled himself.
Diablo growled as his manhood, half way in my mouth began to spurt his cum in my mouth. He slowly worked in and out between my succulent lips as I tasted his essence and managed to swallow it all while still giving him a remarkable blowjob.
I couldn’t help as my face turned an unflattering shade as he pulled out of my mouth with a resounding pop from my lips and pulled me up against his body. His lips tackled my own and as I opened for entrance, his tongue not only swirled around my own but he grasped my tongue between his lips and sucked all his cum off of it.
We finally pulled up for air and I hated to admit I was tad bit winded by all of our activity and we’d yet to have actual sexual interco
urse.
His eyebrows furrowed and he gazed directly into my eyes. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing . . . I’m a bit shocked you’d want to kiss me after having your cum in my mouth.”
Diablo’s eyes spoke of mirth as he laughed out loud. “It’s from my body, Sierra. Same way I kiss you after I eat you out. Do you shirk away from your own juices? Of course not. Why would I ask you to swallow something I wouldn’t want to taste myself? Besides, it gives me a pulse on what I need to change in my diet. If the PH balance changes too much, I am aware.”
“Okay . . .”
“Enough talk about me, chérie.” Diablo turned me around and I leaned against his hard body. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to pleasure you with my cock but until then, I think you deserve a very special treat for giving head like a champion.”
I tried not to blush again but the way his fingers moved down my arms before they settled on my breasts. His soft hands gripped my warm flesh while his calloused fingers played my sensitive nipples in a way where pleasure and pain interconnected; the feeling produced an electric shock that seemed hard-wired directly to my hardened clit.
My breath came out harsh as if I was an asthmatic as he bit down on my shoulders without breaking the skin before his tongue played with the sensitive flesh. I tried to control my breathing but it was no use, especially when he lifted me like I weighed nothing and placed me in the center of the bed.
I used my arms and hands for leverage as he placed me in the perfect doggy-style position. My heart thundered in my chest and I could barely control my whole body from shaking, unaware of what he would do next.
The moment his tongue landed on my clit and suckled the nub with his mouth, it took everything in my power not to scream.
Every erogenous zone between my legs was already on fire but he upped the ante by lapping at my pussy and licking the juices as they began to ran down my thighs.
“Fuck . . . please don’t stop,” I mewled.
“I have no plans to, chérie.”
My whole body was on the apex of an orgasm I’d never experienced in all the years of my life as he changed directions and began to lick me from my clit to the forbidden place above my vagina.
So this is what Limp Bizkit were talking about when they decided on the title of Chocolate Starfish and Hot Dog Flavored Water, I thought as my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Oh, God . . . yes, fuck me with your mouth.” The voice I didn’t recognize as my own but it must have been because it was my hips rutting and pushing my pussy and asshole into his face.
The feeling of truly letting go during sex had always been foreign to me but just as my arms began to shake and my whole body quivered with a fevered sensation that sent my temperature through the roof. All it took was a tug on my engorged clit with his mouth and nimble fingers inside me while his thumb dipped as deep as it could go into my back passage and I screamed as my body ceased to be my own.
Who knew I had it in me but yes, I could lose control just like every other woman? In that moment, I knew I’d not only lost the battle of wills but I had given up all my power for Diablo to do what he wished to do to me. I no longer cared and the Feminist Movement be damned, all I wanted was for him to make my body sing and crave his touch, his affection and perhaps even his love.
God knew I was a greedy bitch and half-measures just wouldn’t do. When I realized I had the best, how the fuck was I supposed to go back to mediocre again?
My brain screamed at me that relationships didn’t start out this way, and I was in for a world of hurt. Any man who was brave enough to fuck a woman the first night he met her wasn’t thinking about forever—he was merely scratching an itch; looking for an easy way to get his rocks off until the next hot chick came along.
I wasn’t like that and I knew neither was Diablo, not really. There was a connection we shared and though I had never believed in insta-love, I knew whatever we shared was more than just sex. It had to be or God knew I would never recover from the sexcapade my body would withstand that night.
Not being able to hold my own weight, I collapsed on my stomach and rolled over to look at my lover. Something about the bluer than blue eyes staring back at me with lust and another emotion I couldn’t quite place would never refer to whatever this was we had as a one night stand.
I didn’t do this kind of thing . . . ever! So what the hell was so charming about this guy that had me dropping my La Perla lace hipsters, and spreading my legs open for him to see me in the most vulnerable state possible? And how did he seem to know this was out of character for me?
Diablo approached me, his cock hard again but he didn’t spread my legs to enter me. No, he lay above me, keeping his weight completely off my body as his right hand fondled my cheek before his mouth met mine in a brutal yet sexual kiss that took my breath away. I breathed through my nose as our tongues did battle with one another but who was I trying to fool? I didn’t even try—hell I just let him win.
He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “I don’t think I have ever had an experience like this.”
I laughed, trying to hide the discomfort and my face, which had heated until it felt like it was on fire. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls, Mr. Bissette.”
“Call me, Adrien,” he whispered as he devoured my neck and my thighs opened automatically to let his body fit between mine. “Diablo is a nickname and a stage name but I don’t ever want you to know me that way. Not when I am falling for you and I should know better . . .”
It wasn’t in me to understand what he meant then as he eased his dick and teased my slit before sliding all the way inside, I was starting to understand exactly how he felt because God knows I was beginning to feel the same way about him too.
He didn’t move at first so my poor body could get used to the size of the man meat filling me. I stared into his eyes as his pupils dilated, my hands slid to his back while my head gave a slight nod. I didn’t know whether or not I was ready yet but he had to do something. Just being this way was pure torture and the thought of enduring his thrusts would be better than him just inside me.
As he began to move inside of me, the excess lubrication I’d produced made it easier for him to slide in and out of me. I truly hated how he teased me, sometimes giving me just half of his length before pushing all the way inside. My eyes closed as my neck arched. The feeling of him inside of me was an experience I didn’t expect to feel ever. It was the most delicious torture I’d ever endured and an act I didn’t want to end anytime soon.
“Putain, tu es tellement serré,” he whispered into my ear before his lips brushed over my neck and sped up the pace.
I laughed out loud before I rolled us over until I was up on top. “I told you it had been a while so I’m practically a virgin.”
“With all the advantages of a woman who knows what to do with a hard cock inside you.”
I rode him slow while he gripped my waist; soon we had a system where he was in and out of me yet he was controlling our movements. He’d merely locked his thighs under mine and fucked me at the pace he decided. I was trying to control my breath and stop the cramps I could feel inching up my thighs by the chosen position.
“I’m gonna cum if we stay in this position and you won’t be a happily fucked woman.”
Diablo flipped us back over and withdrew.
I glared at him in annoyance. “I was almost there.”
“Yeah but not fast enough for me.” He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. As he stood, he grabbed one of my legs and placed my ankle on his shoulder. “Believe me, you’ll like this way.”
It was pretty much a porn position as he drove into me again and I gasped, my body responded faster than my brain.
He was right of course and as he thrust harder and deeper inside of my depths, I could feel the orgasm building. He kept hitting my elusive G-spot from the position and while I thought I was close, I turned to mush as the most glorious feeli
ng washed over me.
“Oh, fuck, what the hell was that?” I tried to breathe but it was almost impossible. He’d stolen my breath like he was slowly sinking under my skin.
Diablo smirked at me as he continued to pound inside of me as my legs shook. “Play with your nipples and I’ll tell you—better yet, I will show you.”
My hands immediately went to breasts and I pinched my nipples between eager fingers. Between my own play and his cock hitting that same spot, I could feel the build up. He withdrew his hard cock and teased my hard clit before sliding back inside of me.
“Harder!” I demanded.
He complied and as my walls squeezed him inside of me, my breathing came out in deep, harsh gasps for air. My body was covered with sweat as was his and I dared to look him the eyes as he thrust inside of me at a swift pace that made my eyes roll back into my head as that same feeling came over me and all I could feel was warm wetness providing more lubricant for our tryst while my heart almost seemed to stop for beat.
“Yeah, that’s it—cum all over my cock,” he said as he groaned out loud. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Oh, God . . . cum inside of me.”
“I have a better idea.” Diablo withdrew and fisted his cock until hot semen coated my torso and breasts.
“That was . . .” I trailed off as he bent down and licked me, from my asshole to my pussy before he suckled my clit.
The sensitive bud couldn’t take much more of his ministrations; my body already trembled from my earlier orgasms but this one was different. I was close yet again. How many fucking orgasms could I have in one night before I died from sexual satisfaction?
“Wait . . .”
He shook his head and continued to tease my clit with his tongue. He gave a hard suck and my hips gyrated against his face until he caused me to orgasm yet again.
“Oh, Christ! No more . . . please, I don’t think I can take anymore,” I cried out loud.
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