Page 8 of Possessive Mechanic
Plastering my hands to the hood just next to her hips I bury my face in her cunt, licking straight up the center and taking in the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. There’s a musky smell that reeks of her need, and mixed with the sweet flavor the concoction is intoxicating.
Diving back in for a second lick, I spread her folds with the tip of my tongue, flick her clit before I take that perfect engorged pearl inside my mouth, roll it around, causing her hands to grab the back of my head and push my face deeper into her sex.
“More, Axel. More,” she whimpers.
If I had even a fraction of the ability to control myself right now this would come to a screeching halt and I’d demand how she knows my name. I’m sure I never told her and it’s not on the front door.
But control is what I have the absolute least of right now.
“Say my name, girl. Fucking say it.”
“Axel. Lick me, Axel. Fuck me, Axel. Fuck my wet pussy, my maniac mechanic.”
Is she trying to get killed from my come? Trying to get the geyser that’s about to explode from my balls to send her to an early death by force of explosion?
Standing up so quickly her hands have no choice but to release my skull I fist my cock, then cup the raging erection and let spit drip from my mouth down onto my shaft, pumping it twice to get it good and wet. I don’t want to hurt her any more than this already is going to.
“Oh. My. God.” She comes up on her elbows and stares down at my massive trunk of flesh. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
“No going back now, woman.”
Flattening her back down on the hood I line the tip up to her opening as her hand splay out sideways. In an unexpected moment of clarity the words slip, “You have to still want this. You don’t, we can’t do it,” I grit out, not sure how I could ever go back now.
“Just go slow…at the beginning.”
“You sure you’re going to be okay with it?”
“Only one way to find out.” I pause, not content with that answer. “Yes. Fuck me, Axel. Fuck me good.”
Getting what response I want sets me off on a one-track journey to get the pleasure I want and my hips thrust forward as I claim her in one motion.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she repeats like a broken record.
I cock my head to the side, my entire neck and face straining from the death grip her narrow channel has on me. It feels so damn good yet so fucking painful at the same time.
If the wind blows I’m busting, so I breathe in and concentrate on making this last more than one pump, even though I’m desperate to get this show on the road, to fill her and start a family with the girl who was meant to be mine.
“You okay?” I ask, knowing the question applies to me as well.
“Um…a little bit?”
“The only people who ever have to be scared of me are the men who threaten to harm you. Never you. You clear on that?”
She shakes her head.
“You need this to stop?”
“No. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Slowly I guide my length out of her until only the tip remains inside. Taking a deep breath myself I guide my dick back into her, bottoming out on her cervix, the pressure against the crown of my cock threatening to cause me to blow yet again.
All I can think about is how damn lucky I am right now. How in the world did I get picked to be the first, and only, to have this angel? Who shined their light on me and gave me this incredible honor, responsibility, and gift.
Is this my reward for all those years surviving the joint? If it is, I'd have served multiple life sentences without the ability for parole if I knew she was outside the gates waiting for me, on the other side of that hell, my angel.
My hands come off the hood and I put them on the inside of her thighs, pressing them open so I have more space to move my hips forward, which I immediately do.
Leaning in I take her again, my face so close to her body I have no choice but to bite down on the fabric of her shirt, tear at it with my head moving from side to side until two buttons fly off giving my mouth access to her perfect little tits as my cock continues working in and out of her opening.