Back Running on Diesel
Chapters (29)
  1. Cover
  2. Running on
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Table of Contents
  5. A Note to Readers
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. More Books By Melissa Foster
  28. Acknowledgments
  29. Meet Melissa

Her pleasure drove his need deeper. He worked her quicker, thrust his fingers deeper, sucked harder. She rose onto her toes, her body trembling, her ass cheeks soft and perfect against his raging cock. She dug her nails into his wrists, panting and moaning. So fucking hot. He bit down on her shoulder, and her hips bucked, her sex clenching around his fingers.

“Diesel” flew from her lips, lustful and urgent.

The sound sent heat racing through his core, and he didn’t relent as she panted and gasped, her body shaking and shuddering through the very last pulse of her climax, his cock throbbing to get in on the action. She went boneless in his arms, trying to catch her breath.

“I’ve got you, baby girl.” He kissed her neck, nudging her legs open wider with his knees. “Hands on the bed.”

“Diesel…?” She looked nervously over her shoulder, her body going rigid.

“I’m not going to fuck your ass. But I am going to make you come so many times, you’ll forget how to walk. Unless you want to stop.” It would kill him, but he’d gladly die for her.

“No. I don’t want to stop.”

He kissed her over her shoulder, slow and deep, feeling her tension ease from her body. When their lips parted, she bent over and put her hands on the bed. What a sight, seeing the woman he’d craved like a drug for too fucking long spread wide for him, gorgeous ass there for the taking, pussy glistening. The urge to drive his cock into her was strong, but the desire to pleasure her was even stronger. He kissed his way down her spine and grabbed her ass with both hands, nipping and kissing down her perfect pale cheeks and along the curve of her ass. He’d waited so long to taste her, he was salivating at the heavenly scent of her arousal. He held her cheeks open wide and slid his tongue along her sex. Her sweet essence spread over his tongue, and she shuddered against him. He did it again, harder this time, dipping the tip of his tongue into her as he worked her clit with his fingers, and her moans had him quickening his efforts. She thrusted her ass back as he devoured her, but he needed more, and slicked his tongue from her pussy to her ass. Her cheeks clenched.

“Give yourself to me, baby girl. I won’t hurt you.”