Page 9 of The Mechanic's Virgin

Pink, tiny, anddripping wet.

An involuntary growl rips up out of my chest, and I press my mouth to her slit. She screams, and I smirk as I drag my tongue up her valley and find her button. She yelps again, and I press my hand over her mouth.

“Hush, princess. We can’t have those punk kids down at the bonfire hearing just how good you taste.”

I go back down on her, and as I flatten my tongue on her sweet spot, she threads her fingers through my hair, helplessly rolling her hips against my mouth.

She’s lost.

And so am I.

I lick her like she’s the sweetest dessert imaginable. Her juices coat my tongue and lips as my tongue flicks and swirls against her jewel. I grab her ass with both hands to keep her still as she bucks and moans, gasping my name in a desperate whisper like it’s the only name she’s ever known.

Then her body tenses.

Her breath catches.

And she goes off.

She comes against my mouth, and I lap at her wetness, groaning like an unhinged primate. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen, and even with her face twisted up in orgasmic bliss, she’s a perfect ten.

I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and look down at her.

She’s panting hard as her legs give out from beneath her, but I catch her and lift her into my arms like she weighs nothing. There’s only one thing on my mind, and that’s:more.

She clings to me, her slim arms wrapped around my neck as I carry her to my truck and lay her down, pulling her shorts up over her hips as she lies there breathless, eyes closed. I lean over her, grasp her face with my hands, and stare at her dazed, gorgeous face.

“I’m not done with you yet, princess. But if I take you home…I won’t be able to stop myself.”

She almost smiles–almost shrugs. “Then don’t.”

Fuck.

I lower myself onto her, pressing my cock against her core, causing her to gasp. But I stay buttoned up. It’s not time yet. Almost.

“Who do you belong to, princess?” I ask. “Tell me.”

She manages to open her eyes as she looks up at me, her lips swollen and her cheeks rosy. “You, Nash. I’m yours.”

Her response rocks me. I grind against her a little more–just to tease her. She whimpers and arches up against me. Yes, she wants me inside her. And that thought is about to level me.

“Not in the back seat,” I tell her. “You deserve more. But my place is nothing compared to yours–”

“I don’t care.” Her voice is soft, almost drowsy.

“I do,” I tell her. “I want you so bad, Grace, it’s killing me. But I want your first time to be perfect. Something you’ll never forget.”

She looks at me funny, like she thinks I’m kidding. “You’re…serious?”

I nod. “Deadly. You deserve more than the back seat. You’re royalty. You deserve–”

“Shut up,” she says, cutting me off. “Your apartment will be fine. Don’t make me wait, Nash. I’ll only wait so long.”

Her response shocks me, and after a moment, I’m smiling down at her. Yeah, this girl is incredible. The full package.

I lean down and kiss her again, slow and possessive, my body buzzing with need.

“That makes two of us.”

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