Page 11 of Broken Soul
“I need to see you naked, but I can’t stop kissing these lips,” he whispers, grinding his jean-covered cock against my core as he kisses me again.
I make some desperate sound in the back of my throat, then tear my mouth away from his, breathing fresh air into my burning lungs. Diesel rests his forehead on mine, taking deep, ragged breaths. Knowing he’s this wound up because of me is even more of a confidence booster.
I push on his chest, giving him a devious grin as he sits up. I follow him, standing right in front of the ripped, Greek god of a man. I tug at his shirt, demanding silently for him to take it off. His eyes flash with wicked intentions that match my own as he pulls his shirt off.
My hands find his chest, my fingers teasing his skin in featherlight touches. Lower, lower, lower my exploration goes, feeling the dips in his defined chest and abs. A shiver runs through his body and into mine, drawing us closer together.
Diesel tips my chin up and kisses me soundly as his fingers find the clip holding my hair in a bun. He takes it out, tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging at the strands. I moan softly when his other hand pulls down the zipper on the back of my dress. Slowly, so slowly, he peels it away, letting the fabric slide down my body.
His mouth finally leaves mine, his eyes roaming down my body. When Diesel meets my gaze once again, he gives me a gentle, reverent look. He’s letting me know he wants to cherish me as much as he wants to devour me. I feel the same.
“You’re so beautiful, Odette,” he murmurs, unclasping my bra and tossing it aside. Diesel bends down and kisses my neck, my collarbone, and lower, licking one nipple and then the other. He kneels in front of me, blazing a trail of kisses down my torso.
I'm trembling by the time his lips reach my mound. He places a sweet kiss there then looks up at me as if asking permission one last time. "Please," I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair and urging him forward.
A low, guttural sound rumbles up from deep in his chest as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. Balancing myself on his shoulders, I step out of the last piece of clothing I have, standing naked and unashamed before the man I love.
I gasp softly at that realization, but then I let it wash over me and sink down deep into the core of my being. I love Diesel. And I’m pretty sure he’s half in love with me, too.
“You okay, Odette?”
“More than okay,” I reassure him. “But I think you need to be naked, too, for this to work.”
Diesel grins at me and stands up, pulling my bottom lip through his teeth. “Love that sassy mouth of yours, Odette. It might get you in trouble one of these days.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. But I think you’ll like your punishment.”
My pussy clenches and releases, making more of my arousal drip down my thighs. He’s right. I think I’ll like whatever he does to me.
I'm unable to keep my eyes off his hands, which are working furiously to undo his belt and pants. As soon as he pulls thezipper down, I reach out and tug his jeans and boxers down, eager, desperate, hungry for more. For everything.
Diesel helps me, then grips my hips and walks me backward until my knees hit the edge of the mattress. He cups my face in his hands and brushes his nose up and down mine in the lightest touch.
“I don’t know what happened in your past, princess, but I need you to know I’m your future. Do you trust me?”
“With all of me,” I don’t hesitate to answer. We share a tender moment, so many unspoken words passed back and forth with just one look. Then his hard dick grazes against my center, and just like that, I’m aching for his touch.
Diesel tips his head back and groans when I grab his cock and rub the tip with my thumb, spreading his precum around. “Fuck you feel so good. Can’t wait to get inside this snug little pussy,” he growls, pushing me down on the bed.
I’m expecting him to join me, but he sinks down to his knees instead. Diesel grips my thighs in his large hands and pries my legs apart. I cry out and bow my back off the bed when he presses his thumb over my clit. A sudden powerful burst of pleasure slices through me and rattles me to my core.
My pleasure grows more intense when his tongue slides through my dripping wet folds, licking me and nipping at my sensitive flesh. He nudges my clit with his nose and then spears his tongue into my little hole, scooping out my juices and drinking them down.
Diesel drags his tongue lower, lower, lower until it's teasing my back entrance. I gasp at the filthiness of it all, but the forbidden nature makes me even wetter. He licks around the tight ring of muscles and growls.
"Holy fuck," I whisper. "Ohmygod, Diesel, oh fuck." My whisper turns into a loud moan when the very tip of his tongue pushes inside. He rubs my clit in furious circles, and I gripthe sheets, twisting them in my fists as my body expands and contracts. "I'm…"
I shatter before I even finish my sentence. My orgasm rushes through me with such intensity, I shoot up off the bed, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. Diesel shoves me back down with a hand spread out over my stomach. He holds me there, making me feel all of it, every last drop of bliss.
He grunts in satisfaction, crawling up my body and crashing his mouth down on mine in a passionate kiss. “Needed your taste on my tongue before I fuck you.”
Leaning back slightly, he gathers my hands and guides them over my head. Pinning my wrists down, Diesel drags his cock through my folds, coating himself in my cream before lining up with my entrance.
“Ready, Odette?”
“So ready,” I breathe out.