Page 11 of The Mechanic's Virgin

I come again.

Even harder than the first time. My legs shake and my voice cracks as I cry out his name. But he doesn’t let up–doesn’t stop devouring me. Even as my hips buck and my back arches off the bed, he circles his tongue mercilessly around my clit, like he’s punishing me with an overload of pleasure.

Somehow, he knows. I want more.

He slips two fingers inside me and curls them inward, amplifying my orgasm, driving all breath from my lungs. I’m shaking and whimpering and couldn’t scream even if I wanted to.

This man is a god. An Adonis. An absolute master, and I’m nothing but a piece of wet clay to be molded by his strong hands into whatever he needs me to be.

And still, I want more.

He sits up and strips out of his shirt, revealing his wondrous physique, shimmering with sweat and strapped with muscles. I’ve never seen a real man’s body before, butthisis what perfection looks like. His chest is broad and lightly dusted withhair, and a deep V leads down a row of ripped abs to a waistband that’s stretched tight over his massive bulge.

He drags a thumb over my bottom lip, and I open my mouth. Then he slides the two fingers that were just inside me onto my tongue.

“Taste yourself, princess.”

My heart quivers, but obediently, I suck. I feel so naughty. So dirty. Being plunged into this world of sexual awakening and being led there by the sexiest man alive.

His eyes narrow with purpose as he unbuttons his jeans. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to stretch open that little virgin pussy, and when I’m done with you, there won’t be a single inch of your body that doesn’t belong to me.”

I’m beyond turned on. I exist in a realm of pure lust and desire and somehow manage to nod back up at him. “Yes, please…”

“Nervous?” he asks.

Yes.

But I shake my head. “No. Just…”

“Curious?”

I nod.

His lips twist into a naughty grin, and he tugs his pants down, letting them fall.

I gasp.

“How isthatsupposed to fit inside me?” The words slip from my lips before I can even think.

I stare down at his manhood, strong and stiff andso thick. I’ve never seen one before, but that doesn’t matter. It’s obvious that Nash is enormous–beyond enormous.

He’s still smirking as he leans closer between my legs and drags the swollen crown of his cock through my soaked folds–not pushing in, just teasing me. The feeling nearly overwhelms me.

“It will fit, princess,” he whispers. “And I’ll be just gentle enough, but you’re gonna feel it.”

I suck in a deep breath and look down between my thighs as he pushes the tip inside.

The sensation rocks me like I’ve been hit with a sledgehammer. The nerve endings that are already tingling across my body light up like I’ve been struck by lightning. And he isn’t even a fraction of the way inside of me yet. There’s pretty much the entire thing left to go.

“Still good, princess?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“More?”

My eyelids flutter, and I reach out and take hold of his massive arms. “Yes, please.”

He grins, and I watch his chest expand with a deep breath. But before he can move again–

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