Chapter 110 110
DAISY POV
“I can help with that,” I said softly.
Diesel’s hand stilled. His chest rose and fell faster. For a second he looked like he was fighting with himself.
“Daisy…” His voice was low and rough, almost a warning.
I stepped inside anyway. The cool tile felt strange under my bare feet. I walked closer until I was right in front of him. My eyes kept dropping to his cock. It was heavy, veined, and pointing straight at me.
I reached out slowly and wrapped my fingers around him, replacing his hand with mine.
He was burning hot. So thick I could barely close my grip.
Diesel groaned deep in his throat, his head falling back for a moment. His good hand came up to rest on the back of my neck, not pushing, just holding.
I stroked him slowly at first, learning every inch — the silky skin, the way he pulsed in my palm, the way his hips twitched when I squeezed a little tighter.
“Fuck…” he breathed.
I dropped to my knees in front of him. His cock was right there, inches from my face. I leaned forward and pressed a soft, wet kiss to the head, tasting the salty pre-cum on my tongue.
Diesel’s fingers tightened in my hair.
I opened my mouth and took him in slowly. He was too big to take all the way, but I tried, sucking gently on the head while my hand stroked the rest of him. My tongue swirled around the tip, tasting more of him.
He let out a low, broken moan. “Daisy… shit…”
I looked up at him through my lashes as I bobbed my head, taking him a little deeper each time. The sounds he made — rough, desperate, almost pained — made me so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs.
His hips started moving, shallow thrusts into my mouth. I moaned around him, the vibration making his grip in my hair tighter.
Just when I thought he was getting close, he gently pulled me off him with a shaky breath.
“Enough,” he rasped.
He lifted me up like I weighed nothing and carried me back to the bed. He laid me down carefully, then climbed over me, supporting his weight on his good arm so he didn’t put pressure on his stitched shoulder.
His mouth crashed down on mine in a deep, hungry kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue from earlier. His hand slid between my legs again, two thick fingers pushing inside me slowly while his thumb circled my clit.
I gasped, hips lifting off the bed.
He fucked me with his fingers, deep and steady, while his mouth moved to my neck, sucking and biting gently.
“Come for me again,” he ordered softly against my skin. “Let me hear you.”
I did. Hard. My whole body shook as pleasure crashed over me, crying out his name as I clenched around his fingers.
When I finally came down, I was breathing heavily, body trembling and oversensitive.
Diesel pulled me into his arms, holding me close against his chest.
“Sleep, baby,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “We have time. All the time in the world.”
I nodded, already drifting off, I felt so safe and warm in his arms.
But even as sleep pulled me under, one thought stayed with me.
Next time… I wouldn’t let him stop, because God knows how I crazily want to feel that big cock inside me, I don’t know how first time will looks like but I want it.
Being a Virgin and seeing that cock is just not in my bucket list anymore
I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, the room was quiet.
I blinked slowly, feeling the soft sheets against my bare skin. The digital clock on the nightstand showed 2:37 PM. Afternoon. Wow I really slept for that long…I had slept for hours.
I was alone in bed.
Diesel’s side was empty, the pillow still slightly dented from where his head had been and the sheets still carried his warmth and smell, even though he wasn’t there.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. My body felt heavy and relaxed, still a little sensitive from everything that happened last night and this morning. A small smile touched my lips as I remembered his mouth on me, his fingers, the way he held back even though he was so hard.
Then I noticed he as clean up the mess Raven made while a neatly cover tray on the side table.
There was a plate covered with a lid, a bottle of water, and a small note beside it.
I reached for the note first. The handwriting was bold and sharp — definitely Diesel’s.
“Hey babe,
Need to sort some shit.
If the food is cold, or not your choice, tell Jax — he’ll be at the door and fix it for you.
Eat. Rest. I’ll be back soon.
— D”
I stared at the note for a long moment, thumb brushing over his initials. A warm feeling spread through my chest.
I lifted the lid on the plate. It was rice, grilled chicken, and some vegetables — simple but looked good. It was still warm, so he must have left not too long ago.
I smiled to myself again.
He really was taking care of me.
I picked up the fork and took a bite.
It tasted really nice — warm rice, grilled chicken, and vegetables. The moment the food hit my tongue, I realized just how crazily hungry I was. I started devouring it like a starving lion, barely chewing before taking the next bite. With one eye still on the plate, my other eye caught sight of the boutique bags sitting neatly in the corner of the room. The dresses Diesel had bought for me yesterday.
I smiled a little as I saw them, but I didn’t stop eating. I kept going, stuffing my mouth like I hadn’t eaten in days.
When I finally finished the whole plate, I leaned back and let out a long breath. It was a good thing I ate alone. I had completely lost my manners — no grace, no elegance, just pure hunger. If anyone had seen me, I would have been embarrassed.
After that, I decided to freshen up. I was already sweating a little even with the AC on. I took a quick shower, letting the cool water wash away the stickiness from sleep and the leftover emotions from earlier.
When I stepped out, I felt much better. I walked over to the boutique bags and started pulling out the clothes. The first thing my hand touched was the lingerie Diesel had chosen himself — the delicate black lace set.
I held it up, staring at it. The thought of wearing it for him… the way his eyes would darken when he saw me in it… the way his hands would slowly peel it off…
I was already getting carried away with my nasty thoughts, imagining his rough fingers on my skin, his low voice telling me how good I looked, when a small sound from the door pulled me back to reality.
The note.
Jax was waiting at the door.
I quickly put the lingerie back in the bag, grabbed one of the new maxi short gowns from the boutique, and slipped it on. It was soft and comfortable, falling just above my knees.
I took one last look in the mirror, ran my fingers through my hair, and stepped out of the room.