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DAISY POV
I couldn’t stop crying even after the sobs turned into shaky laughter. Diesel stood up, pulling me gently with him. He walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbed a bottle of wine, and popped the cork with a loud sound that made me jump. Then he laughed — that deep, rumbling laugh I was starting to love so much — and poured two glasses.
“Come here, birthday girl,” he said, his voice warm and teasing. He took my hand and spun me once under his arm like we were in a movie. I laughed through my tears as he pulled me close, and we danced right there in the living room.
Later, I sat on the kitchen island, legs swinging, and watched him cook for me. He was shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, muscles flexing every time he moved. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This man — is now Mine.
After we ate, the air between us shifted. Diesel pulled me into his arms on the couch and kissed me. The kiss started slowly but quickly turned hungry. I climbed into his lap, my body burning with a need I couldn’t ignore anymore.
“Diesel…” I whispered against his lips, voice shaking. “Please… I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He groaned, hands gripping my hips. “Baby, you sure?”
I nodded frantically. “I want you. All of you. Please… put it in. I need to feel you inside me.”
That was all it took.
He carried me upstairs to the bedroom, laid me down gently, and kissed every inch of my skin as he took off my clothes. When he finally pushed inside me, slow and careful at first, a sharp, burning pain tore through me. I gasped, my nails digging hard into his shoulders. He was so big. I was so tight. My virgin body stretched around him, resisting even as it tried to take him in. Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.
“Fuck, Daisy… you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice strained as he held still, letting me adjust. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
The pain was intense, a deep ache that made my thighs tremble, but underneath it was something hotter, fuller. Slowly, the sting faded into a heavy, throbbing pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, whispering broken pleas of “more” and “don’t stop.”
Diesel moved inside me with deep, steady thrusts, burying his face in my neck and groaning my name like a prayer. Every powerful stroke filled me completely, stretching me in ways I had never imagined. I cried out with every thrust, my body shaking as pleasure built higher and higher until it crashed over me. I came hard, clenching around him so tightly that he followed right after, spilling inside me with a low, guttural groan while holding me like I was the most precious thing in his world.
Afterward, I lay there panting, my body trembling. I was sore — so sore — but I felt claimed, loved, and completely his.
Diesel didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried inside me, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, whispering how perfect I was, how good I felt. When he finally eased out, I winced at the sharp sting. He noticed immediately.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured. He scooped me up gently into his arms like I weighed nothing and carried me to the bathroom. He turned on the warm water in the large shower, then set me down carefully on the bench inside. With gentle hands, he washed me — soaping my body, rinsing between my legs with careful strokes, cleaning the evidence of my virginity - Blood and also his release from my thighs. His touch was tender, almost reverent.
“You okay?” he asked softly, eyes full of concern.
I nodded, but my body was already betraying me. Even through the soreness, heat was pooling low in my belly again. My pussy still ached, but it also throbbed with fresh need. Before I could think too much, my shy hands reached out and started caressing his chest, sliding down his abs, wrapping around his still-hard cock.
“Daisy…” he warned, voice rough. “You should rest. You’re sore.”
I shook my head, cheeks burning with embarrassment but my body pushed me forward. I stroked him slowly, feeling him thicken in my hand. “I don’t want to rest,” I whispered. Then I rose on my toes, kissed him deeply, and pressed my body against his under the warm spray.
He tried to hold back one last time, but when I kept stroking him and whispered “Please… I need you again,” his control snapped.
Right there in the bathroom, he lifted me against the tiled wall. I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust. The soreness flared hot and sharp, making me cry out, but the pleasure was stronger. He fucked me harder this time, deep and relentless, water cascading over our bodies. I moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders, my sore pussy clenching around him with every thrust.
We came together again — my cries echoing off the tiles as he groaned my name and filled me once more.
Only then did my body finally relax. Diesel carried me back to bed, dried me gently, and pulled me into his arms. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, legs tangled with his, feeling deliciously used, completely loved, and utterly his.