Page 80 of The Woman in the Garage

Santo reached out a hand, a silent invitation to come over to his side of the bed.

I slid my hand into his.

“Come here,” he said, pulling slightly until I moved to slip up onto the mattress.

Santo’s hands went to my hips, pulling down until my lap was on his.

A small gasp escaped me as I felt his hard length pressing against my cleft. There was nothing between us but his pants, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down onto him.

“I’m not asking for anything, baby,” he said, his fingers running lightly up and down my bare thighs. “Just can’t help how much I like being around you.”

My hips did another wiggle, making his hardness press against my clit. A whimper escaped me, and his fingers dug into my thighs reflexively.

“IfIask…” I said, hips rocking.

“Baby, you can have anything you want,” he said, his hands slipping toward my shirt, working each of my buttons free.

The material split down the center, and Santo took a slow, deep breath before pushing the material down from my shoulders, baring me completely.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. His hands slipped up my sides, then moved to cup my breasts.

A shiver spread through me at the touch, my nipples twisting into points against his palms.

There was no stopping my hips from writhing as his hands squeezed, as his fingers circled, rolled, and pinched.

His hands fell, but just so he could sit up and press his face between the swells, placing a kiss on my warm skin, then shifting his head to suck one of my nipples into his warm mouth.

My moans filled the room as he licked, sucked, and teased my desire to a painful point.

“Santo, please,” I begged, hips rocking restlessly.

“Not even close to being done with you yet.”

“I can’t take it,” I whimpered, bearing down harder on his cock. “Please,” I pleaded again. “I need you inside me.”

That rumbling sound moved through Santo as he sat back, his eyes liquid desire.

“Fuck, baby. If you need it that badly, take it,” he said, lying back and reaching into the nightstand for a condom.

I didn’t need another invitation.

My hands went down, working the rest of his shirt buttons free with quick fingers before undoing the button and zipper of his pants.

Greedily, I reached inside, closing my hand around his thick cock, and pulling it out.

My thumb teased across the head, making his body jerk and his eyes go half-closed.

“Santo,” I whimpered. “I need you now.”

He ripped open the foil and quickly protected us before holding his cock at the base, waiting for me to rise up and take him in.

Some part of me wanted to take it slow, to really get wrapped up in him for hours.

But the second I felt him slide inside me, there was no reasoning with my desire. I rode him hard and fast, driving myself to that edge.

“That’s it,” Santo said, fingers digging into my hips as my walls tightened around him. “Come for me.”

Just like that, I did, crying out in his quiet house as the pleasure coursed through me again and again.

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