Page 37 of Diesel

I drew air deep, heart hammering, as the burn softened into a raw, pulsing rhythm that begged to move.

“Move,” I panted. “Just move.”

He slipped almost all the way out, then slammed back in, his thick shaft dragging against my slick heat and shooting electric jolts up my spine. Again. He hammered in a torturous, perfect tempo.

“Heavier.” I looped my legs around his hips, my heels digging into his ass. “I can take it.”

He thrust harder, plunging deeper, and a low, wet moan tore free from me. My toes curled as his angle caught that sweet spot inside, every slam driving me wild.

“There,” I choked out. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“Why would I?” His grip on my hips tightened until I felt the sting of bruising. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t even know your own name.”

Each brutal thrust cranked me higher, pressure building in my balls until they ached for release. My cock drooled hot pre-cum, slicking down my belly as skin slid against skin. I was drowning in raw sensation—his dick inside me, stirring every nerve.

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” Diesel growled, his hips pistoning. “Made for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I groaned, voice raw. “All of me. Yours.”

His gaze went molten. He shifted his angle again, burying himself deeper until my back arched off the mattress. Every savage slam pounded that spot deep inside, and I shattered beneath him.

“Stroke yourself,” he ordered, voice thick. “I wanna watch you cream.”

My hand shot to my throbbing dick, jerking in time with his relentless thrusts. The twin agony and ecstasy nearly ripped me apart.

“I’m close. Gonna explode.”

“Do it,” he snarled, thrusts ramping up into a frenzy. “Let go, Ollie.”

Lightning detonated in my brain. White-hot pleasure flooded me as I came, cum pulsing across my fist and stomach while my tight walls clenched around his cock. I screamed, and somewhere in the blur I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder. Sharp fire against the bliss.

Diesel growled, his hips stuttering, then shuddered as he thrust his release deep inside me. He held me tight, teeth still grazing my skin, prolonging every aftershock until my world spun raw and quivering.

Finally he released my shoulder and collapsed, chest pressing into mine, pinning me to the bed. We both panted, sweat cooling over our spent bodies.

“That was…” My voice clipped off, mind still too fried by those brutal waves of pleasure to form more words.

“Yeah.” Diesel lifted his head, his blue eyes soft as they met mine. “You okay?”

My hand found his face, my thumb tracing along his jaw. “That was perfect.”

Pulling out carefully, he rolled onto his side, then gathered me against him, arranging us so my head rested on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around my waist.

The bite on my shoulder throbbed, but it was a good ache. The kind that would remind me of this moment every time I moved.

“Stay?” I asked. “Tonight, I mean. Stay tonight.”

“Wasn’t planning on leaving, mate.” His lips pressed against my forehead. “Not going anywhere.”

Relief flooded through me, and I burrowed closer to his warmth. Outside, the world kept turning. Gerald was probably still at the paint class. Miss Patty was probably burning more incense, and our paintings were propped against my living room wall, drying.

But here, in my bed, wrapped in Diesel’s arms… This was everything. This was exactly where I belonged.

“Thank you,” I whispered against his skin.

“For what?”

“For tonight. For coming to the paint class. For letting me defend you, even though you didn’t need it.”