Page 8 of The Mechanic's Virgin

She lets a tiny little whimper out through her adorable lips. Her whole body shakes in my arms. She looks down, but I lift her chin with a finger, forcing her to look me in the eyes. Her cheeks are red again, and her pupils are wide.

“You’re so shy, princess,” I whisper. “You’re untouched, aren’t you? Never had a man inside you before?”

“I…” Her lips tremble, and she shakes her head. “No.”

The desire already pulsing through me reaches new heights. I was right. I fucking knew it.

“But you came tomy shopfor a reason, Grace. Dressed like walking temptation. And you showed upherewith that doofus guy for a reason too.”

“Oh, yeah?” she says softly. “What’s that?”

Without hesitation, I say, “So I could have you.”

I crush my mouth down onto hers, devouring her lips like I’m a starving man and she’s the only thing that can save me. And as I embrace her, I realize just how true that is. I haven’t had a woman for a long time, but not just any would do.

It had to be Grace. It had to be now.

Her body softens, and she melts into me. Her lips open, accepting my kiss. I press my tongue inside, and she grips the front of my shirt hard, moaning into my mouth like it’s the first time she’s ever been kissed.

And Christ, I bet it is. Not only has she never been claimed, but she’s never been kissed? I’m the luckiest man on earth.

The realization nearly knocks me over. My tongue sweeps against hers, hot and accepting, and I pull her closer, grinding my hard bulge against her soft belly, just above her little pussy mound. I just want to make her react. And boy oh boy, does she ever.

Her hips rock forward naturally. Yeah, I knew she wanted it.

I press my hand between her thighs and feel the wetness. She’s so turned on she’s soaked right through her panties and into the denim of her shorts.

“You’re so wet, princess,” I growl, my voice swollen with lust. “Soaked. All for me.”

She nods, breathes into my mouth. “I’ve–never felt like this before…”

I pop the buttons on her shorts and slip my hand underneath, pressing two fingers against the thin fabric covering her slit. Soaked cotton lace panties, thin, barely even there.

“Never had a man’s hand here before, have you?” I ask. She shakes her head. “Neverbeen kissedbefore, have you?”

“I…” her voice trembles, as though she’s ashamed. “No.”

My chest swells.That’s right. You’re mine.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, baby,” I tell her. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll kiss you just like you like it, touch you just like you like, and I’ll make you comejust right, princess.”

She whimpers and blushes so deep it makes my cock pulse.

I start to move my two fingers in slow, filthy little circles. I can feel her button just beneath her soaked panties, and hermouth falls open as I pleasure her. As I touch her like no man ever has.

“Oh my God, Nash…”

“That’s right, princess.” I smile. “I’myour god now.”

A whimper trembles from her lips, and I almost bust in my jeans. Her thighs are shaking, and her breath is coming in short, desperate gasps.

I move in, kiss her neck, her jaw, then move back to her lips, which are dripping with anticipation.

She grinds back against my hand like she doesn’t even know she’s doing it. Her innocence is a drug that I’m about to overdose on.

I can’t handle it any longer.

I drop to my knees in the dirt and pull her shorts down past her ankles, then force her thighs apart and stare up at heaven.

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