“What’s your schedule like today?” he asked as if he didn’t already know. Diesel was like a human tracker, on Rose’s ass all day without her even knowing. He was like magnet, a cat sniffing his owner, a puppy always looking for companionship. He’d left Chill and Dank so much at the shop, it was as if his new job was stalking Rose.
“Three classes, the last one ending at three. That means I have a tight morning,” she said, wishing they could just sit and do nothing as he gently swiped her bottom lip. To that, she groaned again and he smiled.
I love that shit.
He loved it so much, he was about to skip all that dating advice he gave Getty to fill Rose up with him instead of coffee.
“Diesel,” she said as his thumb entered and mouth and when she sucked it, he pulled her down by the neck, latching on to her skin with a soft, yet hungry bite.
“Say my name again,” he commanded as he cupped her face.
“Diesel…” she said and paused as he took her neck once more. Rose was close to saying damn school and work, but she couldn’t. He knew she wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a taste of her before she went on with her day. “Oh my God,” she moaned.
“I missed you,” he confessed, sniffing her skin and tasting it. It warm and sweet like apples. It change often but apples was the prominent taste, so prominent that he’d come to crave apple pie, thinking of Rose as it filled his mouth.
“I…oh, shit,” she muttered as he slipped his hands down her boy shorts, finding her center. It was wet, slick and warm. He felt her body shutter as he slowly worked her center in circles, her clitoris engorged as it eagerly swelled up for him.
I’m fucking up. My baby needs to get to school. Stop it, Diesel. Stop this shit.
“Baby,” she cried out this time, causing his eyes to widen. She’d never called him that. Never. He wanted to here it again, spreading her folds between her legs as he took her mouth. “B—baby,” she said in his mouth before he hungrily kissed her, working that pussy that puffed up, ready to receive him.
No, Diesel. You can’t do this. No, not now. It was to be perfect. She deserves perfect.
As soon as he was about to withdraw his hand, her thighs clamped and a series of moans coupled with jagged breathing told him Rose was coming.
“That’s it, baby girl. Get your shit,” he said as she rode against his two thick fingers that still hadn’t entered her body. She was squealing, calling him by his name then every other second “baby” which made him fall even harder. As soon as she came down, Rose giggled, covering her face.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispered against his chest. He kissed the top of her and then pulled his hand out, licking her release slowly as he groaned.
“Thank you for breakfast,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head once more.
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