Chapter 91 91
DAISY POV
“Diesel…” I gasped when he finally let me breathe, my voice shaky and breathless.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his free hand pushed my sweater higher, cupping my bare breast and squeezing possessively. His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending sparks straight between my legs. I arched into his touch with a whimper, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
“It’s still fucking morning…” I tried weakly, even as heat flooded my cheeks. “People might hear…”
“Let them hear,” he growled against my lips, voice dark and thick with need.
Before I could say anything else, he yanked my sweater up and over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Cool air hit my skin, making my nipples tighten even more. I was suddenly bare from the waist up, standing trapped between the wall and Diesel’s massive frame.
His eyes darkened as they raked over me. “So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, almost to himself.
Then his head dipped, and his mouth closed hot and wet over one nipple.
“Oh God…” I cried out, my fingers curling into fists above my head where he still held me pinned. The suction was strong, almost too much, and every pull of his lips sent pleasure shooting straight to my core. He switched to the other breast, licking and sucking until I was trembling, soft whimpers spilling from my mouth with every stroke of his tongue.
I was soaked. Aching. My leggings felt too tight, too much fabric between us.
Diesel seemed to know exactly what I needed. Without asking, his hand slid down my stomach and dipped into my leggings, with no panties. His fingers found me instantly — slick, hot, and dripping.
“Fuck, Daisy,” he groaned against my breast, voice vibrating through me. “You’re soaked for me already.”
Two thick fingers circled my swollen clit, slow and firm. My hips jerked forward on instinct, chasing the pleasure. He kept me pinned to the wall, completely at his mercy, while he stroked me with perfect pressure.
“Diesel… please…” I moaned, my head falling back against the wall.
He lifted his head, eyes burning into mine as he rubbed tighter circles around my clit. “Tell me to stop. Use your words.”
I could barely think. My body was on fire, every nerve ending focused on his fingers.
“Touch me,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Please… don’t stop…”
His eyes flashed with dark satisfaction. “Good girl.”
He pressed harder, stroking me faster, while his mouth found my neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave a mark. The pleasure built fast and sharp. My legs started shaking. I tugged against his grip on my wrists, but he held me firmly in place, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
“Come for me,” he ordered, voice low and commanding right against my ear. “Right now, Daisy. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm crashed over me without warning.
I cried out, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure rolled through me. My hips bucked against his hand, thighs trembling while I rode every pulse. Diesel didn’t stop until I was whimpering and boneless, completely spent against the wall.
Only then did he slowly pull his hand from my leggings. I watched, dazed, as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, eyes never leaving mine. The raw, filthy sight made my core clench again.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint. He finally released my wrists and pulled me into his chest, wrapping both arms around me. “That’s my girl.”
I buried my face in his shirt, breathing hard, my body still buzzing. His heart was pounding almost as fast as mine. One of his hands stroked my hair gently, while the other held me close like he never wanted to let go.
I was still shaking from the first orgasm when Diesel pulled his fingers from my leggings and sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine the entire time. The sight made my core clench again, empty and aching.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
My hands moved on their own. I hooked my thumbs into the my leggings and pushed them down my thighs, kicking them off until I stood completely bare in front of him. The cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered, but I didn’t care. I was too far gone.
Diesel’s eyes darkened to storm clouds. His jaw flexed hard.
“Fuck, Daisy,” he growled, voice rough. “You’re killing me.”
He didn’t give me time to feel shy. In one move he had me pinned to the wall again, one thick thigh pushing between my legs to spread me open. Two of his fingers slid through my slick folds, teasing my entrance before pushing deep inside me in one smooth thrust.
I gasped, back arching off the wall.
He didn’t start slow. He fucked me with his fingers — deep, hard, curling strokes that hit that perfect spot inside me every single time. The wet, filthy sound of his fingers pumping into my soaked pussy filled the room. I was dripping down his hand, down my thighs, making a complete mess.
“Diesel— oh God—” I moaned, hips rocking desperately against his hand.
He leaned in, mouth at my ear. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers. Take what you need.”
He added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me faster. His thumb found my clit and rubbed tight, ruthless circles. My legs started trembling uncontrollably. I was so close already, the pressure building so fast it almost scared me.
I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. “I’m gonna— I’m—”
“Come,” he ordered, voice dark and commanding. “Come all over my fingers like a good girl.”
The orgasm hit me like a freight train.
I cried out, loud and broken, my walls clamping down around his thick fingers as I came hard. My whole body convulsed, hips jerking wildly while wave after wave crashed through me. I soaked his hand, my thighs, the floor — a wet, messy puddle forming beneath us. I couldn’t stop shaking.
Diesel kept pumping slowly through every pulse, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive.
When I finally went limp against the wall, breathing hard and ragged, he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He looked down at the obscene mess between my legs — my thighs shiny with my own arousal, the floor glistening — and a low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest.
“You made quite a mess, baby,” he said, voice husky. His eyes lifted to mine, dark and hungry. “You should take your bath again.”
Before I could answer, his big hands gripped my waist. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his hips on instinct. His mouth found my neck, kissing and sucking as he carried me toward the bathroom, lips never leaving my skin.
The moment we stepped inside, Diesel turned on the shower with me still in his arms — clothes and all. Cold water hit us first, then warmed quickly, soaking through my hair and his shirt. He didn’t care. He pressed me against the tiled wall, water cascading over us, and kept kissing my neck like he couldn’t stop.
I was so horny I could barely think straight. My body was still pulsing from the orgasms, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
My hand slid down between us, palming the thick, hard bulge straining against his wet jeans. I squeezed, desperate to feel his cock inside me.
Diesel groaned, the sound raw and tortured. But he caught my wrist immediately, pinning it above my head again.
“No,” he growled against my throat, voice dark and possessive. “Not yet.”
I whimpered in frustration, hips grinding against him.
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, water streaming down his face. His gaze was intense, almost feral.
“You’re not just some fuck mate, Daisy,” he said, voice low and rough. “You’re mine. My woman. My responsibility. My everything.
The raw possession in his words sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
I nodded, breathless. “Yes…”
He kissed me hard under the running water, claiming my mouth like he was sealing the promise.
And even as the water poured over us, soaking our clothes and bodies, I knew one thing for sure:
I didn’t care if this was a girlfriend, wife, or something darker.
As long as it was Diesel… I was his.