Diego’s POV
I didn’t care what kind of reaction I would get, I just took Kamara and pulled her out of the restaurant casually.
After walking out of the restaurant with Kamara trailing behind me, I headed straight into the parking lot with my car in sight. I didn’t know why I just followed her after she requested I shouldn’t but I’m having this sense of satisfaction that I did.
“What the fuck, Diego?” Kamara barked as she yanked her hand off mine, causing me to stop and turn to her with a puzzled expression. “How could you?”
“How could I what?” I asked, withdrawing my hand as I stared back at her.
“How could you fucking show up in my family meeting like that?”
She pushed against my chest, clearly angry at me. I looked at her for a moment, still trying to understand her reaction. Is this how all women act after you help them? Because I do not understand.
“I don’t understand… I can’t show up when you clearly looked uncomfortable in there?”
“Why will you?” She scoffed, looking around as she ran her fingers through her hair. “What were thinking? Were you even thinking at all?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to shrug off her words before turning my attention back to her. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone out of my way to. I paused my thought, seeing her burst into tears.
“After building everything in silence…” She sobbed quietly, her hands covering her face.
“Building in silence? Kamara, you said it yourself that you’re doing this for them.” I pointed out, not knowing if she was like this or if it was part of the mood swings Dave said she would have. I didn’t know which because I’d never seen her cry. All she did was just snarl at me and I did the same.
Seeing as my words weren’t making things better, and how uncontrolled her crying was getting. So this was what her raging hormones truly looked like. I mean, I am not surprised. Just a bit.
“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath before walking back to her and pulling her into a warm hug. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
“You don’t know that. Things will work well for you, unlike someone like me.”
“That’s not true.”
I pulled her back slightly, looking into her eyes. She looked so beautiful. And so broken.
Her tender form wrapped around my arms felt so natural. And the feeling of her warm body against mine caused a sudden rush of blood to my crotch. The watery look she had on with her rosy cheeks and nose made her look so damn adorable.
Damn it what was I even thinking?
Was it because I finally had her willingly once and now it was affecting me also? How would it feel like to kiss her pouty lips when she was in tears?
I leaned in slowly, capturing her lips in mine but not expecting a reaction. Just to satisfy my curiosity, I repeated in my head. I kissed her, and as she started to return it, I realized just how much I’d missed her. Damn, she was so tasty.
I pulled her closer to me, deepening the kiss as my hands roamed over her back while she wrapped her’s around my neck, our kiss becoming more passionate, desperate, and needy.
“Mhnn…” She breathed against my lips, her breathing heavy and her lips swollen from the kiss.
She pulled on my shirt softly, and soon she began to undo the buttons while her tongue danced with mine.
I pulled back and led her towards my car, getting in the driver’s seat and pulling her to straddle my lap before shutting the door.
“Can I have the daily dose of intimacy given?” I asked, my tone hoarse and raspy. She giggled in her teary voice, wiping her tears with the back of her hands.
“You know it is my dose, not yours?” She teased, undoing the rest buttons on my shirt before pulling it off my shoulders. “And do we have to do it here?”
“I’m sure even you don’t want to wait that long.” I breathed against her lips, trying to get her to sit on me but her silver gown prevented that.
We both looked down as she attempted to pull it up to her waist but I was quicker, ripping the edge in two for more allowance.
“I loved that dress.” She pouted again, not knowing the kind of reaction to get as she looked at me.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get you a new one.” I took her lips in mine again, kissing her more as if trying to taste myself on her.
“Mmm…” She moaned when my lips left hers and trailed along her neck and collarbone. “Diego…”
“Shhh… I’ve got you.” I whispered, holding her waist and grinding her on me, the pleasure causing her to let out a loud moan.
“Fuck, Diego…” She gasped, her hips bucking forward, her core brushing against my hard erection, and even through the thin material, I could feel her wetness.
She was dripping wet. Was it her hormones doing that too?
I could almost hear Dave’s smug voice in my head as I asked that.
I reached down, pulling up her gown till it bundled around her waist before sliding my fingers into her panties, rubbing her clit slowly before slipping two fingers in, curling them to reach that spot.
I could feel her juice drip down my fingers as she let out a whimper, her head dropping against my shoulder.
“Diego…” She moaned, moving her hips in a rhythm as I pumped my fingers in and out. “Mmmm… Fuck.”
I watched as she started riding my fingers, her hands on my shoulders to support herself.
“Shit.” I cursed, unable to wait anymore.
I pulled my fingers out, and she whined at the loss, her hips jerking forward.
“I need you.” She whispered into my ears, biting my earlobe. “I need you inside me.” From the last time, she’s been a bit expressive, or maybe it was just her mood.
Without wasting another second, she undid my belt, pulling out my length before positioning herself above, coating the head of my cock with her juice.
She looked down at me, her eyes hooded, and her lips parted in anticipation.
I took the opportunity, pushing my hips up as I parted her folds and buried myself deep inside her, the sudden stretch causing her to moan and arch her back.
“Fuck… You’re so big.” She closed her eyes, taking her time to adjust.
“I think you’re the one who’s tight.” I reached for her waist, holding her in place before lifting her up and thrusting my hip up again, the action drawing a loud gasp from her.
I held her by the neck, bringing her head down for a kiss while still driving into her.
“Fuuuck, Diego..” She breathed, her walls tightening around me. “Ohhh… God!”
As she started to ride me, I reached for her zip and pulled it down, pulling off the hand of her gown over her shoulders before placing a soft kiss on her collarbone.
She shivered as the cool air hit her skin, tilting her head to the side and allowing me to kiss more of her neck.
“Fuck… Diego,”
She rode faster, harder, slamming herself down on me as she took my cock deep into her.
The feeling of her walls gripping me and the sound of her moans, of it was enough to set me over the edge.
I pulled her closer, pushing her bra off so her breasts spilled out in front of me.
I squeezed one of them hard, rubbing my thumb against her hardened nipple while I took the other one in my mouth, sucking hard on it.
“Oh God, Diego. You’re going to drive me crazy.” She moved her hips faster, chasing her release as she worked my cock with her pussy, desperate to push me over the edge.
I groaned, burying myself deeper into her as her walls started to tighten around me. I could tell that she was close, and so was I, so I doubled my efforts.
“Fuck, Kamara,” I grunted, my thrusts growing rougher as I met hers. “I’m gonna come.”
“Me too…” She whispered, her hips bucking forward, and her moans growing louder. “Fuck… Diego, fuck.”
With one final thrust, she threw her head back, coming undone. Her walls clamped around my cock and her juices dripped down on me and the seat.
“Diego!” She cried, her voice ringing through the car as she came, her body shaking from the pleasure.
She was so tight. So warm and wet.
My thrusts grew frantic, and erratic as I chased my release. “Fuck…” I groaned, spilling my juice into her. It felt so damn good. Even better than the last time.
I knew Dave said not a marathon, but could I handle such seduction without begging for more?