Page 17 of The Mechanic's Virgin

She nods. I can see something new in her eyes now. Something that wasn’t there a moment ago. Something naughty. “Yes, Daddy. I love it.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I start to pick up the pace, biting the inside of my cheek to distract me from just how incredible she feels.

“Yes.” She nods. “I didn’t think it would fit…”

“Your body is built to take this cock, princess,” I tell her, caressing her beauty as I fuck her faster. Her breasts bounce perfectly with every stroke and her slick entrance grips me every time I withdraw. It’s like her body doesn’t want to let me pull out even a little bit.

My heart is pounding. I’m gasping for breath. Sweat falls from my face and chest down onto her, but she just grins up at me like she likes it. She’s high-society. Noble. Regal. And she’s absolutely loving being fucked filthy on my cluttered work bench. She’s perfect.

“Faster,” she tells me. Just hearing her beg for more nearly sets me off right there. I stop, deep inside, and cock my head to the side, trying desperately to focus on anything other than how incredible she feels. It should be illegal to have a pussy this good.

I take a deep breath and look at the wall. I have to keep my eyes off her beauty if I’m going to give her what she needs and be able to last more than thirty seconds.

Her walls clench down tighter as I speed up, signaling to me that she’s close.

One plus one is two. Two plus two is four. Four plus four is eight…

Maybe doing math in my head will distract me–allow me to last longer.

“Look at me, Nash,” Grace whispers.

Christ. Of course she asks right now at this moment.

I turn my head back to her but quickly bury my face in her neck and keep my eyes shut. My tools rattle on the bench with every strong thrust I give her. My head is spinning. My chest is tight as my heart beats heavily.

This is where I belong. Deep inside the woman of my dreams.

Her body quivers against mine, and she lets out a soft moan as she grabs me hard with both hands.

“I’m coming, Nash!” she cries out.

I nearly am too, but I bottom out inside her as she goes off, my pelvis flush against hers. Her slick walls pulse as she loses herself in her orgasm, and an overwhelming sense of pride rushes through me.

Yes,I did that to her.

Me. No one else.

No other man in the world could give her what I can give her. Could make her moan like she’s moaning right now. The sound of her moans in my ear is like the sweetest music ever created.

I lift myself up on my elbows and look down at her face, twisted in pleasure and a wondrous new feeling thatIhave given her.

She feels so fucking good. Pure bliss wrapped around my cock. Her tightness and wetness go beyond anything I could have imagined. I’ve had experience before but nothing like this. Grace goes above and beyond any woman. She is the pinnacle. The peak.

This isn’t just sex. This is ownership.

This is showing her that she belongs to me.

A new sense of vigor rushes through me, and I pick up the pace. Grace’s head lulls to the side, and she whimpers, “Nash…I’m going to pass out…”

“You’re just fine, princess,” I tell her, cradling her head in my palm, bringing my lips to her cheek. “You just came really hard, that’s all. Give yourself a second to recover.”

“Yeah,” she says softly. “Sohard…”

She’s in a daze. A post-orgasmic daze, and it’s so fucking adorable. Just to show her what else I have in store for her, I reach down between us and find that tender little button of nerves that’s slick and swollen for me. I press down with my thumb and grin as her entire body jerks.

“Oh my God, Nash!” she gasps. “Not again…”

“Yes, princess. Again. Let go, baby, and come on my cock.”

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