Page 9 of Possessive Mechanic
Sliding my hands up the side of her body I manage to work them around to the valley of her chest, my luck continuing with her front clasping bra which I open slowly like it’s the most amazing gift I’ve ever been given.
Which is exactly what she is.
Sliding the annoying fabric out of the way I’m greeted with two perfect circles, puffy little buds on top and my eyes dart from one to the other until I bring my face forward and lick the peachy flesh that sits atop her beautiful, circular breasts.
Her back arches as she presses her chest up and into my mouth as I continue working in and out of her.
Both of our bodies are complete pleasure receptacles, lost in the other.
The way her tits fit perfectly into my mouth leaves no doubt that she was made for me and only me. Mine.
I couldn’t have made a more perfect woman if I tried. One doesn’t exist. She is it. The pinnacle. The ultimate.
Her hands find the hood, which she uses for leverage…her hips moving forward and back as she starts to work to control part of the rhythm. The idea of her fucking me is comical, and I remind her with a deep thrust that sends her hips right back to the carbon fiber.
“Oh my, God,” she moans. “This is exactly what I needed.
She writhes on the car as I continue plowing into her forcefully.
Her ass starts to slide across the red paint more easily with each thrust, the lubrication from her hole dripping beneath her, mixing with the sweat that is starting to pour from each of our bodies.
Dragging my tongue up the side of her neck, her body jerks, and then seizes. Her chest kicks as she takes in a sharp inhale of air.
“Axel!” she calls out, the sound bouncing around the big open space of the garage which has multiple bays and can hold up to thirty cars all at once.
Hearing my name, and watching the movements of her body grow more desperate, causes me instinctively to push into the next gear, to move toward the climax we both need more than air to stay alive.
Standing up straight I grip her hips, pull her body into mine and use her as a pleasure vessel, stuffing everything I’ve got inside her. “Take this fat dick, little girl. You’ll take it and you’ll like it. Every last fucking inch.”
“There can’t be more. Too big,” she moans as her head flops to one side so hard it makes a smacking sound against the hood, only to repeat the process as she whips her head in the other direction.
Her words send my mind spinning into some sort of triumphant exalt. I’m too much man for her, more than she’ll ever need.
And the only one she’ll ever get.
Tipping my head back I let out a roar before pushing into her one more time.
“Come for me. Do it now,” I command, staring deep into her eyes.
My words set her off, her body flopping like a fish out of water as she unleashes on my cock, sending me over the edge into a climax of my own. My cock kicks back and then fires forward like a canon, a rush traversing from my balls, straight out of the chamber and through the barrel, inside her right where it fucking belongs. Right, where my seed has always meant to be.
My body moves disjointedly before I fire again, then pop off a third time before I feel like my head’s spinning.
My knees give out and fall forward onto the car, trying my damndest to catch my breath…and failing.
“Fuck that was amazing,” she says, this sweet girl’s tongue turning aggressive telling me I gave her an experience she’s never going to forget. Just like I planned.
I go to roll out of her but feel her pussy still clinging to my rod, still not wanting to let me go, but I can’t catch my breath face down on this hood.
Finally, I’m able to break myself free, not that I want to, but I need to. I need space, air, the most basic things to stay alive so we can do this all over again.
Standing, I wait for my equilibrium to come back before sliding my pants back up and then moving toward my workbench to grab a clean rag. “How you stayed a virgin this long is beyond me. But I’m damn sure glad you did,” I say in passing as I walk away.
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“Sweetheart, the hood of that car might be red, but it doesn’t hide the color of the blood. And it sure ain’t mine.”
She bends forward, looking between her legs before she wipes her hand across the promised land and looks at her fingers.