Page 29 of Wrecked
An hour later, I’m back in the car and on my way to the garage. If Asher wants to be pissed at me, he can do it while he fucks me. I’m not going to sit at home sulking because he doesn’t like the choices I make. I’ve done that enough. I’m going to give us both what we need.
Like the very first night here, I walk into the closed garage. Again, like that night, the only one here is Asher. He’s got his back to me while he’s under the hood. In a daring move, I clear my throat to get his attention.
Turning his head, he notices me. Straightening up, he wipes his filthy hands on the rag next to him. “I don’t have time to argue with you tonight. I’ve got hours to go on fixing this blown head gasket.”
“I’m not here to argue, Asher,” I say, slowly unbuttoning the dress I have on. “I thought you said challenge accepted?” I question, letting the dress pool at my feet, standing there in nothing but my black lace panties.
“Fuck,” he hisses. His eyes run over my entire body, burning my skin. Reaching down, he slowly pulls his dirty shirt off, tossing it behind him. “I’m still pissed at you.”
“I know,” I breathe out. My pulse picks up as his steps out of his pants.
Stalking toward me, in nothing but his navy-blue boxer briefs, has my pussy wet. Just looking at the muscles in his body flex while he walks toward me, has me wanting to drop to my knees. Which is exactly what I do when he reaches me. Freeing his cock, I glance up at him while my hand slides up and down his hard dick. Circling the tip with my tongue, I take his long length into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he moans out, hands flying into my hair. Within seconds, he begins pumping his hips and I relish in the fact I’m the one driving him to that point. Yanking my hair, he suddenly pulls me off his cock. Staring down at me, his green eyes bounce between mine. “Just like the first night I ever laid eyes on you. Is that what you’re doing, baby?”
“Yes,” I admit, licking my lips.
Letting go of my hair, he grabs his dick, and pumps it as he guides it back to my mouth. “Suck me good baby, because I’m going to fuck you like I hate you when you’re done.”
Opening my mouth, he slides his cock back in. Never in my life have I wanted to make someone come faster, because his threat of fucking me, has my pussy so wet I can feel it dripping down my leg.
Hands back in my hair, Asher takes over. He fucks my mouth, while my fingers dig into his solid thighs. I’m so turned on, listening to him grunt and groan, knowing I’m the one causing it. I take him to the back of my throat each time, almost gagging, but fuck, it would be worth it.
“I’m going to come down your throat, Payton. Take it all,” he growls.
Cupping his balls, I begin to massage them. I can taste the beginning of his orgasm and I suck harder. He explodes in my mouth and I drink him down. Taking everything he gives, just like he wanted. It only turns me on more.
Pulling me off him, he lifts me up, keeping his strong grip on my arms. “So fucking good, baby.” He kisses me quickly and I love the fact he is tasting himself. He lifts me, holding onto my ass, as I wrap my legs around him. He places me down on his huge red tool box and steps back. “I need to fuck my anger out.”
Sliding my panties down my legs, he groans when he sees how wet I am. Opening the top drawer of his tool box, he pulls out a condom. I want to question why they are there waiting, but my mind can’t comprehend that when he starts to roll one down along his hard cock. Yanking me to the end of the box, he slams into me.
“Fuck,” I shout, and it echoes through the empty garage.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me like he hates me. One hand is wrapped around my throat, the other digging into my ass. He’s fucking me at a punishing pace. Tools are falling to the floor, the tool box is banging against the wall, and the drawers rattling. The smell of grease and gas on him, intensifies, bringing me closer to my release.
“You’re close, I can fucking feel it. You like this don’t you? You like getting dirty in the garage. Knowing anyone could walk in and see, like you did that first night. Watching my cock slam into your tight, wet pussy. Wishing it was them who was about to scream out my name,” he grinds out.
I’m right there, his words pushing me closer. When he plays with my clit, my back arches and my entire body leaves me, when my orgasm crashes over me. I can hear myself moaning his name as he continues to pound into me.
I open my eyes just in time to lock eyes with him as he finds his release. “Fuck, Payton.”
He holds onto me as we both recover, and our breathing returns to normal. His lips find mine and we share a kiss that has a slow fire beginning to burn deep in my core. Breaking away, he pushes the hair out of my face. “I’m done hiding, Payton. If you aren’t going to tell him, I will.”
Closing my eyes, I nod. “Monday, I’ll tell him when he gets to work.”
“We’ll tell him,” he says, kissing my forehead.
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Unfortunately, the weekend goes too fast and before I know it I’m walking into work Monday morning. Walking into the office, I find Asher standing there.
“Morning beautiful,” he says, pulling me to him. Pressing his lips to mine, I sink into him. Loving the feeling of being in his arms, while tasting him. It’s first thing in the morning and this kiss has me ready to clock out and go back to bed.
“What the fuck?” my Dad bellows.
My stomach twists and I pull out of Asher’s embrace. “Dad,” I shout, startled.
“You son of a bitch. I’m going to fucking kill you,” my dad yells, lunging at Asher.
