Mechanic(15)By: Alexa Riley
“You gonna try to tell me no?”
She closes her eyes when I rub the palm of my hand over her bare pussy and just rest it there. Letting the heat of my hand melt against the heat of her cunt. I don’t move, I just wait for her response, feeling her dampen my palm.
She opens her eyes, and they are glazed over. She’s turned on by all of this, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. After a second she swallows, licks her lips. “I’ve never done this before.”
“I’ve never done anything like this either, baby.” I lean down and kiss her bare stomach where her flannel shirt has come open. “It’s been so long since I had anything to do with a woman, I’m not sure I know how anymore. Besides, any thought of someone else left my mind the day your ass walked into my shop.”
I feel her laugh nervously as I kiss her tummy and rub my beard across her delicate flesh. Seeing my stained hands against her creamy skin reminds me of how different we are. But that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters now is that I get to taste a little bit of heaven.
“That’s not what I mean, Paine.” I feel her tense against me, and I look up into her eyes. She looks almost scared.
“What do you mean?” I sit up but leave my hands on her body, hoping to calm her with my touch.
She bites her lip again and then takes another deep breath. “I hadn’t done anything before yesterday. Nothing. I’m a virgin.”
I think my jaw comes unhinged at the same time my cock swells to the point of pain in my jeans. She’s so fucking beautiful. I expected her to have left a trail of men behind her. But to know I’m the first to touch her makes me want to shoot off a cannon and plant a stake beside her that reads ‘This land is claimed.’ She’s an undiscovered country, and I wanna be the goddamn king of it.
“Paine?” Her voice brings me back to earth, and I shake my head, trying to find reality again. I close my eyes and lay my forehead against her belly. Breathing in the scent of her pussy.
“Just a taste. For now,” I say against her skin, and I lick around her belly button. I look up at her and move my hand so my fingers gently spread her lips and rub her damp clit. “I’m gonna be the first to get it, Duchess. But not here and not like this.”
She moans and closes her eyes, and I dip my fingers lower, playing at her entrance. I move down a little and kiss the insides of her thighs. Her sweet smell is making my mouth water, and I can’t wait any longer. Her legs are bound together at her knees by her jeans and panties, so I’m only able to spread them a little as I lick down between her legs. I grip her thighs, taking a handful of each as her nectar hits my tongue. She’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted, and one drop has me addicted.
“Mmm,” is all I can say as my tongue moves all over her virgin pussy.
“Paine.” She moans out my name like she’s as desperate as my dick is. He’s begging to come out and play, but I know the second my cock hits air, I’m gonna need to fuck her. So for now, I keep it in my pants.
“Do it, Duchess. Show me what a dirty girl you can be.” I rub my chin on her clit, letting my beard soak up her juice. “That’s your payment, baby. You can’t get your car back until you cum on my face. Now wipe that pussy on my tongue and earn it.”
I feel her cunt pulse against my face as I devour her. I can’t get enough of her, and the more I drink her down, the closer she is to getting off. Hearing she’s never had this before has me wanting to give her the best. I want to be the only one she thinks of ever again.
Sucking her clit hard, I feel her body bow off the desk, and I squeeze her thighs tighter, holding her down. Her orgasm is hard and deep, and she shouts my name as she hits her peak.
Hearing her voice echo through my office makes me feel like a god. I’ve been places and done things in my life, but nothing compares to the feeling of being the first to eat her pussy.
And I’ll be her last, if I have anything to say about it.
“Try this one, Grandma.” I hand her another sample of cake, taking the two others from her lap. I stopped at the cake shop and brought all the samples back to the family estate. This isn’t the wedding I dreamed of, but I know my grandmother wants to be a part of it, and it’s something I want to give her. I could put on a fake smile and pretend this was what I wanted, because if I don’t I know she’d worry. She’d start asking questions and would probably be on the phone to my father, and he wouldn’t let me back on the property to see her. Probably make up some lie about me leaving the country or something. I don’t like lying to her, but I want us to be able to see each other, and I’ll do whatever I can to make that happen. I know our days are numbered as it is with her health declining.