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The neon sign flickered outside the window, casting a red glow over Lila's features as she straddled Diesel's lap. The tension from their earlier argument still lingered in the air, electric and charged, fueling the fire that crackled between them. His hands, calloused and rough from years on the road, roamed her body with an intimate knowledge, tracing the curves and dips that were etched into his memory.

"You think you can just ride off and scare me like that?" Lila hissed, her eyes flashing with a mix of fury and desire as she ground against the growing bulge in his jeans. Diesel's grip tightened on her hips, pulling her harder against him, a growl rumbling in his chest.

"I do what I have to do, and you know it," he retorted, his voice low and gravelly. "But right now, I've got something else in mind."

His mouth crashed onto hers, the kiss bruising and desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues that left them both breathless. Lila's fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck, which she assaulted with bites and licks. Diesel's control snapped, and he flipped her onto her back, the worn pool table beneath them creaking in protest.

He tore at her clothes, the fabric giving way to his urgency. Lila's breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Diesel dipped his head, capturing one between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue while his hand kneaded the other. Lila arched into his touch, her moans echoing in the near-empty bar.

"Diesel, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper, her body writhing beneath him.

He didn't make her wait. His fingers found the wet heat between her thighs, sliding easily into her slick folds. Lila cried out, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he crooked them, hitting that sweet spot that drove her wild.

"You're so fucking wet for me," Diesel groaned, his cock straining against his jeans, aching to be inside her.

Lila was beyond words, her body a live wire, each touch sending her higher. She fumbled with his belt, freeing his thick cock with an eagerness that matched his own. Diesel watched, his eyes dark with lust, as Lila took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, her hand stroking his shaft in time with her bobbing head.

The sensation was almost too much. Diesel's hips bucked, driving himself deeper into her mouth. Lila took him in, her eyes watering but never breaking contact, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently.

"Fuck, Lila," he grunted, his fingers threading through her hair, guiding her rhythm.

But he couldn't last long under her skilled ministrations. With a final, shuddering moan, he pulled out, painting her chest with his release. Lila looked up at him, her lips swollen, a smirk playing on her lips as she wiped the corner of her mouth.

Diesel wasn't done with her, though. He lifted her, positioning her ass on the edge of the pool table, her legs wrapped around his waist. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping him almost too much to bear.

They moved together, a dance of raw need and pent-up desire. Each thrust was harder, deeper, as if he could erase the distance that had been between them. Lila met him stroke for stroke, her nails raking down his back, her cries of pleasure filling the room.

The world narrowed to the slap of skin on skin, the taste of salt on their lips, the scent of sex and leather in the air. It wasn't long before Lila's orgasm crashed over her, her pussy convulsing around his cock, milking him until he followed her over the edge, his own release pulsing into her with a final, possessive thrust.

They stayed there, tangled and panting, their hearts hammering in unison. The fight, the danger, all of it faded into insignificance. In that moment, there was only them, their bodies a testament to their connection, a bond forged in fire and renewed with every touch, every kiss, every wild ride they took together.