Page 93 of The Woman in the Garage

But it was too late; he was already standing there, watching me with molten eyes.

His hands moved out, sliding my straps off my shoulders, then yanking the material down over my breasts. There wasn’t even a pause before he was working the clasps of my strapless bra free, then tossing it carelessly to the ground, his hungry gaze on my chest.

“Fucking love these,” he said, his hands softly cupping my breasts, making a little whimper escape me at his reverence.

It wasn’t long, though, before his hands were squeezing, his fingers rolling and twisting.

His lips went to mine again as one of his hands disappeared. I heard the metal of his belt buckle clanging as he worked it free.

I reached into his back pocket for his wallet, fishing in it for a condom as he freed his cock.

He took the condom foil from me as I reached to close my hand around his length, stroking him. I needed to press my thighs tightly together to ease the ache at the memory of him inside me.

Santo gently pushed me away, protected us, then reached to press me flat across the island.

A groan escaped him as he looked down at me. Then he was sliding my skirt up my thighs, exposing me. I shamelessly spread my thighs, a silent invitation—one he was all too happy to accept.

Santo slid into me with one long, thick thrust, and my walls tightened around him greedily.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, pausing deep inside me to take a slow, steadying breath, trying to find some control.

But I didn’t want him controlled.

I hooked my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass and rocking my hips restlessly against him.

“Fuck me, Santo,” I demanded, making his eyes go molten.

Then he was giving me exactly what I asked for.

He grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter, and holding my legs up and wide for him as he fucked me.

Hard and deep.

The only thing keeping me from flying across the island with the force of his thrusts was the hold he had on me.

And my body responded to his fierceness, my sex getting tighter and tighter as he drove me right to that edge then sending me flying over.

“Not done,” he said as little aftershocks racked my system.

Then just as easily as he’d lifted me up, he pulled me back down, grabbed me, turned me, and bent me over the island.

Despite just being satisfied, my next orgasm ratcheted up at his lack of control, at the way he was taking me exactly how he wanted.

He surged back inside of me, making my moan fill the kitchen.

His hands slid around me, cupping my breasts as he fucked me.

Fast—so fast—that he stole my breath as the sounds of our fucking filled the kitchen.

“That’s it. Squeeze my cock,” he demanded.

I came hard, crying out with Santo fucking me through it before he settled deep inside me with a curse.

We stayed just like that for a long moment, both searching for calm in our chaotic bodies.

It was Santo who spoke first. “I was supposed to feed you before that.”

“Well, if it helps, I’m hungrier now,” I said.

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