Page 13 of Mechanic's Charming Bride

Sex with Frank had always been a quickie. But here with Nate, even just him playing with my nipple is practically teasing an orgasm from me.

My hole aches to be filled, opening and tightening with each throbbing pulse of my body. It’s too overwhelming to ignore, enough that I force a hand between our bodies to try and relieve myself a little bit.

Nate’s mouth pops off my nipple while he lifts himself up to see what I’m doing. He catches my arm just as I’m about to dip it between my legs. “Feeling neglected?”

I whine at him in response.

Amused, he sets my arm down at my side and replaces it with his own, swirling his fingers around my clit a few times and then pinching it lightly. My body arches up from the bed with my desperation to be filled. Never in my life has my mind been so focused on one thing that it’s gotten to the point of feeling like life or death.

“Ohhh, my god.” I mumble.

Nate lets go of my clit and trails down to my hole, dipping two fingers into it with a groan. “God, you’re fucking wet.”

I squeeze around him, trying to keep him inside me. He lets out another groan and pumps both digits in deeper, curling them slightly with each draw back until I actually explode into an orgasm that steals my breath away.

I cling to him for dear life, my hips twitching with each pulse that wracks through me and my nails digging into whatever skin I can get my hands on. I see that I’ve left little red crescents when I finally come back to myself.

Nate’s staring at me enraptured, his fingers finally slowing.

“No,” I beg. “Keep going.”

This can’t be the end. I’m not ready to give him up yet.

His eyes widen briefly and then he’s moving again. “Anything you want, angel.”

My heart flutters at the pet name. I fucking love that.

“Want you,” I force my mouth to properly form the words. “Please, Nate. Please.”

“You want me to fill up this tight hole?” His fingers spread inside of me and then he’s adding a third that stretches me so, so fucking good. “You’re dripping all over my bed.”

“Need you,” I beg.

“I fucking love the sound of that, angel.” He presses his lips hard against mine, sneaking his tongue past the seam of them and tangling with my own briefly before sitting back up.

I hate the empty feeling that he leaves behind when he pulls his fingers out but that’s quickly replaced when he slides off the bed and sticks them into his mouth to suck the taste of me.

“How is it?” I ask.

He pops them out with a groan. “Fucking delicious.”

I leave my legs spread open for him while he quickly sheds himself of his pants and boots, kicking them off eagerly. The absolute monster cock that pops out is the kind of thing that I secretly fantasized about whenever Frank was fucking me.

Now with it being a true reality staring me in the face, I find myself sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “Come here.”

Nate moves forward, his large hand gripping himself from the base. My lips part instantly, dying to feel how heavy he is on my tongue.

“Fuck,” he whispers and slides himself in.

My lips wrap around him instantly, sucking on the heady taste of him while I run my tongue over his leaking slit. He pumps his hand a few times, his other one coming around to curl at the back of my head and draw himself deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he tells me, shallowly moving his hips to slide in and out.

I’m intoxicated watching his muscles contract each time, imagining him doing the same thing to me as he pounds into my hole. My hand slides between my thighs to ease the tension building there.

“Hey now,” he says, pulling out of my mouth. “I can’t have you getting carried away on me again. I’m already behind by one.”

I’m so fucking gone as I ask, “You wanna come together?”

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