Page 16 of Saved By The Mechanic

Moisture runs down my thighs as he laps at my sex, his thick digit making obscene noises as he slides it in and out of my sex in slow torturous moves. He licks at my pussy, making deep growly noises at the back of my throat as he does so, but I lose it when his mouth closes over my clit with light suction. My orgasm slams into me with little warning, my channel closing tightly around his calloused finger as a rush of heat licks up my body. I come with a sob, black stars exploding behind my eyelids as he draws out the orgasm with his sinful mouth.

It lasts for ages and leaves my legs shaking.

“Perfect. You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” Ray says gruffly, getting to his feet. My brain is so fogged, I don’t hear himtake out his cock, only feel the press of his thick shaft against my pulsing sex. “I could spend an eternity buried between your legs, lapping up your arousal and losing myself in your intoxicating scent.” I whimper when he rubs his shaft over my sex, gathering moisture at my entrance. I have to grip the edge of the counter to hold myself up before my weak knees give out. “This pussy, it’s a fucking dream, angel.”

And then he’s entering me.

“Oh!” I cry as he sinks his thick shaft into my sex.

Unlike our first time in his garage, I know what to expect now when he pushes his cock into me. It’s a tight fit, and it hurts a little as he enters me slowly, but it fades away when he drops his mouth to the curve of my neck, kissing my skin gently as if to apologize for the slight discomfort that is quickly fading away, giving way to intense heat.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby, fuck!” he growls, his breath heavy against my skin when he fills me. He gives me a moment for my body adjust to his size before he starts moving, grinding slowly into me.

“Oh,” I whimper at the intense ache between my legs. His fingers move between my thighs and find my clit, rubbing the swollen nub in tight circles as he starts thrusting faster into me.

His thrusts are rough, driving my toes off the floor with the intensity of it all. I have to grip hard on the edge of the counter to keep myself up. A sob climbs up my throat when his free hand grabs my hair, pulling me back against his chest as he slams hard into me.

“Mine!” he growls as he ruts me like he is possessed, his drives turning feverish and breathing ragged. I whine his name as I feel myself edge close to another climax. “So fucking hot.I’m going to flood you with my seed, breed you, and leave you swollen with my baby. Make you mine forever.”

“Yes!” I cry, heat licking up my spine as he rubs my clit in fast strokes and slams hard into me, sending me right over the edge. My lips part on a scream as an orgasm tears through me, threatening to sink me into the ground. My body shakes from the explosion, my sex clenching tightly around his shaft. Ray isn’t too far behind as he tightens the hold in my hair, thrusting his cock harder into me until he jerks hard around me a second before he fills me with his hot seed, and I moan at the sensation. He grunts hard as he presses his cock into me, faster and harder until I have milked him to his last drop.

His body loses tension and he drops against my back, bracing his arm on the counter as he does so. I drop my cheek to the cool countertop and close my eyes even as tiny spasms continue to rock my body.

We don’t speak.

What is there to say?

Our bodies did all the talking for us. Said everything we needed to and then some, so we stay there locked in an embrace, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room. Ray brushes his lips over the side of my neck, the motion carrying a sense of affection this time, and I realize that I could fall for this man. If I haven’t already.

“I have been told I make amazing steak, and my baked potatoes are to die for,” he whispers into my ear, his voice deep and rough, sending a warmth settling in my heart. When I’m not thinking of how hot he sounds against my ear, his voice is soothing.

“Now I wouldn’t want to miss that.”

Ray chuckles, the sound warm and comforting. “Let’s clean up and continue with dinner.”

Now that I’ve had what I was craving from the moment I saw him walk in with only a towel wrapped around his waist, I realize I am hungry after all. As we slide into some kind of rhythm, I forget the fact that I am a runaway.

Everything else outside of this moment with this man becomes an afterthought.

Chapter Seven

Ray

The warm aroma of freshly baked bread greets me when I walk into the bakery, the bell at the top of the door ringing to announce my entrance. My eyes cross to the shelves lined with golden loaves, tempting with their golden exterior, but that is not what I came here for.

“Fancy seeing you here, Mister Hile,” calls out a familiar voice, and when I look up, it’s to find the owner, Annie, watching me with a wide smile on her face.

Annie, whom most of us suspect to be a vampire with how she hasn’t aged a day in over two decades, is the owner of the only bakery in town. Other chains have opened pastry shops in Rosewood, but none of them could beat Annie’s pastries. She must have some weird magic potion back there that has everyone addicted to her goods, and I am not exempt.

“No one calls me that, Miss Annie,” I tell her, approaching the front.

“I have been calling you that since you were a little boy. I’m not going to stop now.” She’s right on that front. My brother is who everyone refers to as Mr. Hile, and I am just Ray, the mechanic. In a weird twist, she is the only one, other than myparents and me, who calls my brother by his first name and gets away with it. “So, what can I get you today?”

My eyes shift from her smiling ones to the pastries in the display case begging for attention. I mull over my decision, but really, I’m just putting on a show. I already know what I want.

“I think I’ll have the cinnamon rolls, they look good,” I say after a moment.

“Did you like the ones Ralph brought you yesterday? I know you love donuts, but I told him you would love the cinnamon rolls more.”

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