Page 7 of Possessive Mechanic
“You want another one, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
That word, sir…her finally deferring to me, giving me the control I had all along, sets me off and I yank her skirt up to her waist, raise my hand back up and bring it down on her transparent little panties, massaging her ass so aggressively my finger damn near uses the fabric to breach her forbidden hole.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “This is hurting me more than it hurts you, and not in the way you think.”
“Not the way I think,” she says breathlessly. “In the way I know.”
She slides her body forward and back vertically, applying pressure to the tip of my dick letting me know she knows exactly what’s up.
My cock twitches in agony, and it’s not from the pressure of her body on the tip of my hard-as-stone dick, super sensitive at this moment, pressing it straight down.
It’s because the fucker isn’t buried to the hilt inside her.
But she still hasn’t answered my question directly. Has she ever been with a man? But she doesn’t need to respond with her mouth to tell me. Her inability to say no is a confession in and of itself. And it wouldn’t require a confession out of me to admit I want to be her first, need to claim that honor.
But not just her first. Her only.
With my molars grinding and my mouth in a snarl it’s clear that that can’t happen right now…right?
She’s untouched, never broken in. The last thing she needs is me losing my mind and filling her so full I do damage. Even though she’s doing a lot of damage to me right now. Torture as a matter of fact.
I need to get off inside her, to fill her womb with my seed and make that stomach of hers grow big and round with our child. Pronto.
If I don’t come soon I’m going to fill my Dickies with so much spend I’ll never get it all out.
“So, now that we’ve settled the fact that no man has ever had you, the only thing left to find out is who that first man will be.”
“I already know,” she says, resigned to her fate, breathless in the knowledge.
“Damn right you do.”
I grab her body and spin it on my lap, putting her ass in my lap and having her face me, riding me in the chair. Without wasting another second I sear my lips on hers in a kiss, my hands moving recklessly across her curves as she grabs at my back.
Standing from the chair I feel a headrush, all the blood in my cock forced to flow somewhere else, to do something it doesn’t want to do. My entire body has a one-track mind. Fill her with my seed, and all systems are firing to make that a swift reality.
Carrying her back into the garage I drop her ass on the hood of her Lambo, the sound of the hood absorbing the weight of a person, even a small one, unexpected for this type of flashy sports car.
Leaning in, I flatten her back to the hood, speaking into her mouth. “You ready to lose your innocence on your daddy’s cherry red Italian rocket?”
“Uh-huh,” she moans and my eyes squeeze shut at the dream this must be, the knowledge of how tight she’s going to be and how I’m going to open her up, mold her body to mine and have her body demanding my cock and only my cock until the end of time.
My hand grabs her skirt, yanking the offending material up and out of the way as my fingers race for her panties, pulling them to the side as she fumbles with my belt buckle.
I should worry about not scratching this quarter-million dollar automobile, but I don’t give a single shit about that. I’ll buy her a new one if it comes down to it. A car is replaceable.
She is not. And her virginity is not for sale. It’s to be taken…or thank God, given, which by her frantic body movements to get me undressed is what she’s doing right now.
“Tell me you want this,” I confirm. “Tell me you want my big fat cock stuffed in your tight little pussy. Tell me you’re ready for me to stretch you beyond your limits, to show you what it feels like to have a real man between these sexy little legs of yours. Tell me,” I grunt at the end.
“I want it. I need this…to forget.”
What? I don’t ask. I don’t have time for second-guessing right now. I can find out more about her after she’s round with my baby, after the wedding.
I grab her by the throat and get my pants down to mid-thigh myself, ready to plunge deep inside her until I realize I’ve left my few manners at the door.
“How could I forget?”