Page 22 of The Mechanic's Virgin

My legs spread open instinctively.

“Are you still sore?” he whispers, delicately teasing the inside of my thighs with his finger.

“Yes.”

“You still want it?”

I nod quickly. Well, duh!

“That’s a good girl,” he growls.

His hand slips deeper between my thighs, and I feel him pause when he realizes my little secret; I’m not wearing my panties. And I’m already wet for him.

He groans again. I feel the rumble from his chest against my body. “You naughty little girl. Nice and ready for Daddy, aren’t you?”

I nod again. “Yes…”

“This is how I want you whenever you’re with me. Always ready for me.”

“Yes,” I reply, my body steaming with anticipation.

“Just like right now.”

Before I can even process what’s happening, Nash has slipped his briefs down and is setting me down on his hard cock.

My mouth falls open as the familiar stretch hits me. The ache is there, only this time it’s lessened, like my body is finallyadapting to his size. Molding to him for a perfect fit. I go all the way down and feel him deep up in my stomach. The pressure is intense. It’s like I’m being speared through my center, impaled on his throbbing manhood.

He lifts my shirt, and his mouth finds my nipple. He sucks hard, and I arch into it. For some reason, riding him in this position has me feeling more in touch with my sexuality than I’ve ever felt. I grind down on him, my butt against his muscular thighs as he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it aside.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” he tells me, caressing every inch of me. “And you’re going to look even hotter when you’re pregnant.”

My eyes flutter closed. I can’t handle it. He’s just too manly, too sexy,too much. And to top it off, he doesn’t take things slowly. He picks up the pace, pounding me faster, using his hands to press my hips down into his thrusts. It’s almost too much to bear.

“You’resotight, sweetheart,” he pants. “So sweet. How do you do this to me?”

I grip his shoulders hard as my head lolls back. His praise overwhelms me. All I can do is hang on for dear life as he pounds into me, relentless, like a man possessed. My body sparks like a firework display on the verge of exploding, a buzzing, electric sensation sizzling down my spine.

He whispers more filthy things into my ear, amplifying the sensations racing through me. He tells me how I was made for him, how we were made for each other, how I’m a goddess driving him to the edge of explosion. And all I can do is bathe in the glory of his words.

“I’m not gonna be able to hold out,” he tells me. “You just feel too good.”

That makes two of us.

I mewl his name, “Nash,” as I go off. My thighs clench down, and I sit down onto him so deep that there’s none of his cock that isn’t buried inside me. My body twitches as my orgasm tears through me, and he follows instantly after.

“Grace,” he groans, growling my name like a prayer.

We cling to each other, wrapped in ecstasy, as the aftershocks roll through us. I guess it’s what they call “a quickie,” but for me, it was a lifetime of bliss.

He kisses me gently on the neck, then on the lips, then on my cheek and whispers, “I hope you get used to this, Grace. Because I’m not slowing down until your stomach is growing with my baby inside you.”

I melt and nod, press my forehead against his.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say. It just feels so natural. So right.

Everything about him isso right.

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