Page 24 of Saved By The Mechanic

“Oh God!” she cries, her pussy rippling around my cock as I thrust into her with reckless abandon. Her tight channel taking all of me so beautifully, her dazed eyes turning glassy as I pound my manhood into her pussy.

“Eyes on me,” I say roughly, and she complies, albeit with difficulty. “I want you to see the person fucking you. The man that’ll wreck this wet pussy with his cock for the rest of your life. See the man you belong to.”

“You,” she cries out as I fuck her rough and raw, slamming into her with measured thrusts until her pleasured cries turn feral. She scratches a path down my shoulders as I feel myself draw closer to my climax. I need her to come with me, so I dropmy free hand between us, finding her clit and rubbing at the nub in firm strokes.

Her body stills a second before she shatters, her eyes fluttering as her lips part on a soundless scream. She’s a vision when she comes apart, and I can’t stop watching her. Even as I drive my shaft into her, teetering close to my climax, I keep my eyes on her. Her cunt cinches tightly around me, causing me to come right along with her with a hoarse roar, pounding her into the bed as I spill my seed into her pulsing sex.

“I love you, Penny,” I rasp, rocking gently into her as I drag out our shared climax. “You belong to me, and I will kill any man who tries to get in the way of that.”

Her hand slips to my nape, and she tugs my head down, bringing her head up to meet me in the middle. Her kiss is soft but filled with emotion. “Thank you,” she whispers, and I taste her tears in the kiss. “Thank you for saving me when I didn’t even realize I needed saving, and . . . thank you for loving me.” I press my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling, the moment so intimate it has my heart squeezing painfully in my chest. “I love you too.”

And that is all I needed to hear to ground me.

We stay that way for what feels like forever, but the spell is soon broken by the pounding on my door. I clench my jaw and swear to kill whoever it is on the other side.

“Wait here for me,” I command, brushing my lips over hers. I climb out of bed and slide back into my jeans, not bothering with my shirt as I walk to open the door. I glare at Ralph who seems to have developed a habit of interrupting my moments with Penny, but then I spot the two familiar figures at the foot of the stairs.

“They wouldn’t leave,” Ralph says apologetically.

“It’s okay,” I tell him, patting his shoulder. “You can head back to the shop. I’ll deal with them.”

Ralph nods and heads down. I close the door behind me and follow, noticing with pleasure how Penny’s stepfather’s eyes darken with anger when he sees the scratch marks on my bare shoulders.

“What are you doing here?”

“You . . . you monster! What did you do to my daughter?” her mother yells, her eyes panicked as she looks from me to the door at the top of the stairs.

“I will get Penny, and we’ll deal with this asshole later,” her husband says, trying to pass me, but I slug his side once before punching him squarely in the nose. The loud crunch as my fist connects with his face is incredibly satisfying, but even more so is the sight of blood dripping down his nose. “What the fuck!”

“Oh my God, Jonah, are you okay?” Penny’s mother frantically rushes to her husband’s side, but he shrugs off her hand when she tries to help him up. “I’m calling the cops!”

“Make sure you tell them to put me in the same cell as your creep of a husband,” I spit. “How the fuck can you be blind to the fact that your husband wants to assault your daughter?”

My words are crude, but I am not feeling too generous around these people. She shakes her head. “You are wrong about my husband. Jonah is like a father to her. He would never—”

“He would,” calls out a small voice, and we all turn to find Penny standing at the top of the stairs, her hair framing her face. “I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen. You always took his side over mine.”

The older woman gapes at her daughter in disbelief. “T-this is your father’s friend. He watched you grow up. You are like a daughter to him. He—”

“Groped, trapped me at home, made me quit school, and cut everyone out of my life.”

The space falls into a tense silence after Penny speaks, and the man on the floor doesn’t speak, too busy trying to stop the blood pouring from his nose. I can see her mother desperately hoping that he will explain his behavior—even if there is truly no excuse he can make—but he remains quiet, which makes me want to punch him all over again. Penny must notice because she rushes to me and grabs my arm before I can take another step.

“You are not welcome here. Leave before I call the cops for trespassing,” I say.

The woman looks up, but this time, her teary eyes are fixed on her daughter. “I’m sorry,” she chokes out. “Let’s go home, Penny. Let’s talk about it. I’ll listen to you this time. I promise.”

Penny shakes her head. “We can talk later, but I’m not leaving. I’m staying with Ray. He is my home now.”

It’s obvious that there is no dissuading my angel from her decision, and her mother nods, wiping away tears that spill. “Okay. I’ll . . . Let me take care of this, and then I’ll come to you.” She turns to me. “Please take care of her.”

With that, Penny’s mother leaves with her bleeding husband running after her, but even I can tell their marriage is over. It’ll probably take her some time to understand that the man she trusted used her grief to get to her daughter. Either way, I am not letting go of Penny.

“It’s over,” she whispers, dropping her head on my shoulder. “God, I can’t believe it’s over now.”

I wrap my arm around her and hug her close to me, burying my nose in her hair and breathing in her scent. “You’ve had a long day. Let’s get you home, and then I’ll ask someone to get us something sweet from Annie’s.”

She pushes back to look at me, her eyes bright with excitement. “Cinnamon rolls?”

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