Page 6 of The Mechanic's Obsession

In a moment of fevered excitement, I bite gently on her bottom lip and growl, a primal urge surging through me. The sound that escapes her lips—a soft laugh—sends a rush of warmth through my veins, and I can’t help but smile against her mouth, reveling in this intoxicating connection we share.

"You're an animal," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she pulls away from me, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and desire. I can't help but grin at her teasing tone, my heart racing with excitement.

"I know what I want," I tell her, my lips curling into a smirk as I bypass her mouth and dive straight for her neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive spot just below her ear. I can feel her body trembling beneath my touch, her breath hitching in her throat as I reach for her jeans and begin to unbutton them. My own desire is palpable, my cock pressing against my pants, determined to make its own appearance.

"Lay down," I command, my voice low and husky with need. She looks behind her and pushes the stuff on her desk out of her way before doing as she's told, her eyes never leaving mine. I waste no time in removing her jeans and discarding them, leaving a pair of pink panties between me and my prize.

For a moment, I hesitate, my hand hovering over the delicate fabric. "Is it okay if I go further?" I ask her, my voice soft and gentle. She nods, her cheeks flushed with desire, and I can't resist the urge to kiss her again, my lips crushing against hers as I explore her body with my hands.

Amelia's agreement sends a wave of relief and excitement through me, and I silently offer a prayer of gratitude. I know I would have respected her decision if she had refused, but I can't deny the relief that washes over me at her consent. With a reverent touch, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slide them down her legs, savoring the feel of her soft skin against my fingertips. I can't help but let out a soft exclamation of appreciation as I take in the sight of her half-naked body, curvy and inviting. The desire to bring her pleasure consumes me, and I waste no time in positioning myself between her legs.

Amelia's thighs part easily for me, and I bury my face in the soft, fragrant folds of her sex. I hear her moan softly as I begin to explore her with my tongue, licking and teasing her sensitive nub with languorous strokes. The taste of her is intoxicating, and I find myself lost in the rhythm of pleasuring her. I slide a finger inside of her, feeling her warmth and wetness envelop me. Her hips buck up against me, and I hear her gasp as I curl my finger to find the spot that sets her off.

As I continue my exploration of Amelia's most intimate parts, I can't help but be captivated by the way her body responds to my touch. I flick her tiny nub a few times with my tongue, savoring the sound of her sharp intakes of breath and the swear words that escape her lips. I slide a second finger inside of her, adjusting my rhythm based on the motion of her hips and the urgency in her voice. Her stomach undulates beneath my hand,and I use it to hold her in place, trying to keep her still as the pleasure builds within her. Amelia grips my wrist tightly, our connection unbreakable, as she surrenders to the ecstasy that I'm providing her with. It's a powerful feeling, knowing that I have the ability to bring her such intense pleasure, and I'm determined to see her through to the end.

Her moans grow louder as I continue to lap at her, my tongue darting in and out of her folds as I savor the taste of her arousal. I slide three fingers inside of her, curling them upwards to hit her g-spot as I match the rhythm of her hips, which are now bucking wildly against my face. She gasps and moans, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as she approaches her climax.

"Fuck, Jameson," she cries out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. I can feel her muscles clenching around my fingers as she grinds herself against my face, chasing her release. The sounds of her pleasure are intoxicating, and I can feel myself growing harder with each passing second.

As her orgasm subsides, she collapses back onto the desk, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "Oh my god, that was amazing," she whispers, her voice still shaky.

I slowly withdraw my fingers from her, my movements gentle and deliberate. I discreetly wipe her juices off my face and kiss one of her thick thighs, which are still trembling slightly. "You're amazing, honey," I say, my voice low and husky. "One of a kind, actually." I can't help but feel like Amelia has ruined me for other women. No one else compares to her.

7

AMELIA

Ihaven’t been with a lot of men. In fact, only two, and both of them were long-term boyfriends who never truly made me feel the way Jameson does. The fact that I just let him dothatto me on my desk at work is still trying to sink in—my heart races at the thought. I can hardly believe I allowed myself to be so vulnerable, and yet here I am, feeling exhilarated and a little reckless. He’s bringing me out of my shell in ways I didn’t think were possible.

I sit up, brushing my hair back from my face, and look at him. He’s leaning back in his chair with a look of satisfaction that practically radiates off him. He looks proud of himself, and honestly, who wouldn’t be? In about five minutes, he took me from a nervous young woman unsure of her desires to someone who feels perfectly satisfied and alive. Of course, he’s pleased with himself; how could he not be? “Your turn,” I say with a grin that I can’t contain because deep down, I’m a giver. He once told me that I’m kind and generous, and now, he’s about to see just how generous I really am. The anticipation sends a thrill through me, and I can’t wait to return the favor.

I hop off the desk, my heart racing with excitement, and nod towards my office chair, a playful glint in my eyes. “Take a seat, boss,” I say with a wink, feeling a rush of empowerment as I invite him to let me take control for a moment.

“Amelia, you don’t have to do this just because I—” He starts, the protest in his voice mixed with a hint of disbelief, but I can see the way his gaze lingers on me, caught between uncertainty and curiosity. The air between us crackles with a tension that feels almost electric, and I can’t help but smile at the thought of what’s about to unfold.

"I know," I interject, a playful smirk dancing on my lips. "But I want to." And it's true. I may not have much experience in this department, but there's something about Jameson that makes me eager to explore this with him.

His words about sharing experiences and possibly building a life together sparked a fire within me. It isn't just about the physical act; it's the emotional connection that truly turns me on. For men, it might be porn and visual stimuli, but for women like me, it's all about the emotional journey. The way he spoke about our future was intoxicating, and I want to do this for him right here and now.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

I nod, a sultry smile spreading across my face. "Sit back, boss, and let me show you how much I want this, too."

As he settles into the chair, I can't help but feel a surge of empowerment. This was my chance to take control and show him just how much he means to me. And as I lean in, ready to explore this new side of our relationship, I know that tonight will be a night neither of us will ever forget.

“Take off your pants, Jameson,” I command playfully, adopting a mock-bossy attitude that makes my heart race with both excitement and a hint of mischief. “I said it’s your turn.”

He chuckles softly, the sound sending a thrill through me, and rolls his eyes in exaggerated disbelief. “If you say so. Maybe I should start callingyouboss.” But despite his teasing, I can see the spark of desire in his eyes as he complies. With a deliberate slowness, he removes his mechanic pants, the fabric sliding down his strong legs, and then he strips off his boxers. When his cock springs free, my breath catches in my throat, and I can’t help but admire the sight before me. There's something undeniably empowering about taking the lead in this moment, and I relish every second of it.

As he settles into my office chair, I find myself sinking to my knees before him, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. His impressive 7-inch cock is staring me in the face, and I can't help but wonder if I'll be able to handle it. But I'm determined to give it my all, to prove to Jameson that I can take control in the bedroom just as confidently as I can in the office.

I tentatively reach out and wrap one hand around his cock, marveling at the contrast between the soft skin and the rock-hard shaft beneath it. I begin to stroke him slowly, savoring the feel of him in my grip and the way his breath hitches in response.

"Damn, you already feel good," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. The words send a thrill through me, and I redouble my efforts, eager to pleasure him and to take advantage of this rare moment of vulnerability from my usually confident and commanding boss.

I wrap both hands around his cock, the throb of his arousal pulsing against my palms. A fantasy flashes through my mind, of him sweeping me off my feet, throwing me onto the desk, and taking me with an urgency that leaves me breathless. I bite my lip, suppressing the urge to tell him that I've reconsidered, that I want him to do just that. Instead, I focus on pleasuring him with my mouth.

I lean down, parting my lips to take him in. He's too big for me to take more than a few inches without hitting the back of my throat, but I don't let that deter me. I pull back, using my saliva to lubricate him before swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock. He groans, his hips bucking slightly as I lick him like a melting ice cream cone. My hands work in tandem with my mouth, stroking him with firm, deliberate movements as I savor the taste of him.

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