This Girl Stripped by Dawn Robertson Read Free Book Online Page B

grip his erection and slowly work up and down. I try and focus on getting him off, but my own orgasm interrupts my efforts. His thumb rolls over my clit again, and I come undone.
    A scream of pleasure escapes my lips, echoing through the spacious bedroom.
    “Shit! Diesel. Fuck.” I cry as my body spasms and my cunt tightens around his single finger. I lay lifeless under his body, recovering from the single most pleasure filled moment of my life. I feel good, like really fucking good. I’m okay with everything that just happened and I want to return the pleasure he just gave me. I imagine I would be panicking right now, but I’m not. I’m perfectly fine.
    “Lay on your back,” I instruct him as I move to straddle his body. My hands quickly work down into his pants and instead of jerking him off like I had planned in my mind as his fingers were deep inside me, I pull his dick free and lower my mouth to his thick cock. A small bead of pre come glistens as I wrap my mouth around him.
    Running my tongue along the smooth flesh of his cock, I slowly start to suck his dick.
    “Mmmm, Paisley. Your mouth feels so good,” he moans. It encourages me. I take his dick as far into my mouth as I can without gagging. I peak at him through my eye lashes. His eyes are closed, and he looks like he is in pure heaven. I am filled with pride, knowing I am pleasing him. It gives me a renewed sense of confidence around men.
    I quicken my pace, and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock. My hand jerking him off while my mouth sucks on the swollen tip of his erection. I can feel his cock start to jerk in my hand.
    “Paisley, stop. I’m gonna come,” he pleads, but I don’t want to stop. I want to finish him off, just like he finished me. God I wish he had his mouth on my cunt. Damn.
    I suck harder, and I feel the burst of salty semen flood my mouth. I swallow every last drop, and lick him clean.
    “WHAT THE FUCK?” the door slams against the wall, and River stands in the door way.

    “Who do you think you are, River? You can’t just fucking walk into my room like you own the place!” I scream at him the second Diesel walks out of the room. I slam the door and he stalks across the room heading for my bed. Unbelievable.
    Before I realize what he is doing, all of the blankets and sheets are ripped from my bed and thrown on the floor. He’s in a rage. I’ve never been scared of River, but this is a side of him I’ve never seen before. He won’t look at me. He won’t talk to me. He’s just destroying my bed.
    “RIVER! STOP!” I try to snap him out of the trance he’s in, but it’s useless. I take a few steps away from him, trying to put as much space between us as I can. I don’t want to leave him alone in my room, but I don’t want to be close to him.
    “What the fuck Paisley? Are you that much of a WHORE that you give it up to ANYONE?” His words are like a slap to the face. After everything he’s helped me through, he would turn around and call me a whore? Was this even River? Was this the man who laid in my bed with his arms around me as I cried for days on end?
    Everything I just worked through in my own damn head is out the window. Did I fuck up? Am I really a whore for being intimate with Diesel? I didn’t think I crossed over into Whore Village, but now that River has suggested it, the thought won’t leave my mind. I hate him for making me even question my actions.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me, River. Are you seriously calling me a whore? After everything we’ve gone through together in the past month, you would stand here and call me a whore?” I want to throw something at his head. I want to slap him, but I am still so scared. I don’t want to go anywhere near him.
    His brow is covered in sweat, his face is beet red, and his breathing is labored. I watch him as his rage slowly slips away and he collapses onto the floor of my bedroom landing on the pile of sheets.
    “Paisley, you just spent the whole