12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(178)

“Fuck…” I breathe out, my eyes closed shut as I fight back against tears of utter ecstasy.

“We’re just getting started, babe…” he tells me gently, pulling his cock out of me. I sit back on the tub, trying to catch my breath as he climbs out of the tub, the cords of muscles in his body glistening from the warm water.

“You’re right about that,” I tell him with a grin and I stand up as well, my legs trembling. Completely soaked, I walk past him and head straight into the room, walking toward the bed. There, I bend over, placing my hands on the footboard, and wiggle my ass as an invitation. With a grin as wild as my own, Diesel comes up to me and runs his hands down my side and rests them over my ass. His fingers go over my crack and then he moves them under it, his fingertips touching my wet folds.

I close my eyes as he presses his body against mine, the tip of his cock finding its way back to my pussy. I sway my ass from side to side, almost begging him to enter me. Which, of course, I didn’t need to do; with one quick thrust his cock parts my inner lips and pushes back against my inner walls as it penetrates me. He fucks me wildly, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again as his cock goes in and out of me at a relentless pace.

“Oh, fuck, this is too much,” I say, the words hanging heavy in the air as he pounds into me with the fury of a God. His response is a simple one; he thrusts with all his strength, making fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.

He doesn’t even let me catch my breath; with a growl, he takes his cock out of my pussy and makes me turn around. He pushes me to the side until my back is against the wall and he pins me there, holding my arms over my head. He leans into me and, the moment our lips touch, it’s fireworks all over again.

Our kiss becomes savage, his hands going up the side of my body and hungrily looking for my breasts. He grabs at them, pulling on one nipple and wrapping his lips around it. He nibbles at it with that irresistible hunger of his and then, pulling back fast, he grabs me by the hips, pushing his body against mine as his cock throbs in anticipation. He leans into me now, placing his face between my breasts and grabbing at my ass.

“I want you so bad…” I whisper against his ear.

He doesn’t even reply; he just places one hand under my right ass cheek and forces me to lift my leg up. I do it willingly, placing it around his waist, and then he just presses his cock against my pussy. He enters me with one sudden movement, sheathing his cock to the hilt.

My hands are clawing at his chest, running over the contour of his hard muscles, feeling the warm water still on his skin. He pounds me hard, his hips moving at a steady rhythm and demolishing whatever’s left of my rational mind. All memories of what happened just a few minutes ago—that stupid robbery—fade from my mind, and all that’s left is the bright light of pleasure’s bonfire burning in my mind.

“You’re fucking perfect, Lisa,” he suddenly says, and I open my eyes to meet his smile. A smile, not a grin, and it’s a gentle one, tender and full of grace. I just stare into his eyes as he fucks me, his movements slowly becoming more patient and soft.

And then it dawns on me: we’re not fucking… We’re making love. I know, it might sound silly. But I think that’s what’s happening here, no doubt about it. What’s the difference? I’m not sure if I can explain it to you, but I figure you already have a good idea about what separates one moment of lust from one of love. It’s the kind of thing that you might not be able to describe, but you sure know it when you see it.#p#分页标题#e#

Smiling back at him, I brush my lips against his as smoothly as I can, and then he runs the back of his hand over my face, taking a stray lock of wet hair out of the way. Sliding his cock out of me, he simply picks me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down there and climbing on top of me.

His hand goes straight to between my thighs, its open palm pressing hard over my pussy. I need his cock again, and I don’t think I can wait for it. Aching for his thickness almost in desperation, I grab his shaft anxiously, stroking him fast and hard.

“Diesel… I want you. I want you now,” I beg of him, not feeling capable of resisting one more minute without having him inside of me. He simply grins at me and, taking his hands out of my pussy, grabs at my ass and, pointing his cock at me, eases his member against my drenched folds and pierces me in one single and swift motion.

I moan hard, pleasure exploding underneath my skin and driving me to the brink of insanity. I take my hands to his ass and, lacing my legs around his back, force myself to roll to the side. His eyes widen in surprise, but he then grins as he sees me on top of him.