Page 7 of Saved By The Mechanic

Mine!

She moans softly into the kiss, the little breathy noises shooting straight to my cock, causing a bead of precum to drip down my shaft. I break the hold I have around her waist and drop it to her ample backside. With a rough growl, I lift her off the ground, and she instinctively wraps her arms and legs around me. The new position has my rigid cock trapped between her luscious thighs and . . .fuuuck!

I break the kiss, grunting against her lips as I fight the urge to cum in my pants, something I haven’t done since I was fourteen. “One second, angel.”

She blinks dazedly at me, licking at her swollen lips, and it takes everything in me to grasp onto whatever little control I have left.

“Why did you stop?” she breathes, her eyes wide with innocence. “I . . . Did I do something wrong?”

Jesus Christ!

This is not what I expected from someone who strutted into my garage in six-inch red stilettos and a dress that barely covers her ass. Her obvious inexperience has my heartbeat drumming fast in my chest, and a part of me wants to protect that innocence. Thank God the person who is after her has not been able to ruin this part of her at least.

With my eyes locked on hers, I push away from the car door and carry her to the front, settling her against the hood of the car. Her short dress rides up her thighs, and a growl climbs up my throat when I catch sight of her panties. A sexy strip of red lace stands between me and the hot pussy I am dying to beinside. It would take very little effort to yank her panties down her thighs and bury my cock so deep inside of her, she’d feel me for days.

Control yourself!

And yet, I can’t.

With Penny in my arms and her sweet scent assaulting my senses, control feels like an impossible task.

My hand slowly drifts up her hips to the sexy swell of her tits, palming them over her thin dress. “You didn’t do anything wrong, angel,” I rasp thickly, teasing the beaded nubs with my grease-stained fingers. “If I keep kissing you, this will be over before it even starts.”

Her brows draw in confusion before her expression morphs to one of pleasure and surprise when I twist the buttons at the neckline of her dress to reveal her bare tits, my hands fondling them greedily.

“Fuck!” My growl blends with her whimpered moan, her back arching as she leans into my touch. My rough hands stand out against her clear porcelain white skin. Her eyes are glazed over and her cherry-red lips are parted and swollen from our kisses. Like a bee to nectar, I find myself leaning in and tangling my mouth with hers once more, trailing my hands down to her hips and the waistband of her panties.

“Ray,” she gasps into the kiss when I yank her panties down her thighs. I tug them down her legs and off her before slipping them into my pocket. Our breaths mingle hotly between us as I trail my fingers up her legs to the sweet spot between her thighs, pressing my middle finger into the slick folds of her pussy, and Lord above, she is drenched.

She grasps my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin when I find her clit with my thumb, rubbing the swelling nub in firm strokes. “You have no idea of the things I want to do to you, Penny,” I growl, my voice as rough as the fingers working her clit. “Things I have wanted to do from the second I saw you.”

“W-what . . . what things?” she whimpers, clinging hard to my coveralls with one hand and scratching down my arm with the other as she rocks her hips against my fingers, her movements fevered.

“I’ll just show you.”

My eyes drop to the perfect slope of her neck, leaning in to trace my lips over the smooth column of her throat even as I continue to rub my thumb in circles over her clit. She throws her head back, crying out as I kiss a trail down her throat and body, my lips hungrily seeking her tits.

“Oh, God!” She bucks against me when my mouth closes over her rosy nipple, licking hungrily at the bud and losing myself so deeply in her intoxicating taste that I forget where we are.

She has that effect on me.

Moments into knowing this girl, she’s managed to do what no one has in thirty-four years.Control me.

With her sweet voice and intoxicating scent. Her innocence.

She’s a drug.

One I can’t get enough of. She’s a drug I don’t think I will ever want to quit.

“You’re perfect. Christ, I can’t get enough of this body,” I rasp, kissing the spot between her tits before looking up to lockmy eyes on hers. “Stop me, angel. Stop me before I get to a point I can’t come back from.”

Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes dazed, but when she peers down at me with her beautiful green eyes, I read the need in them. She doesn’t need to voice it for me to know she wants this just as much as I do, but she does. “Don’t stop.”

That is all the permission I need to shove open her thighs, exposing her sex. Her lips pop open with a gasp when I drop to my knees, and my eyes shift to her pussy, pink and glistening in the light.

It’s perfect. She’s perfect.

I rub my thumb over her sex, parting her feminine lips to reveal more of her, my mouth watering with the need to taste her. I bring her left knee to my shoulder before leaning down to kiss her inner thigh, groaning deeply when I catch the sweet peachy scent of her sex. “Fuck, baby,” I grind out, kissing her parted flesh and tasting her sweet and salty arousal on my tongue.

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