Page 14 of Grease Monkey

“Have I told you that you’re the best husband ever?” I whispered against his lips.

“How about you show me instead?”

I kissed him again. “You make those flight arrangements and I’ll be waiting in the bedroom for you.”

Lance smacked my ass as I walked away and I couldn’t stop smiling. He acted like a caveman sometimes, but I loved every moment of it. I loved the dirty talk, the way he commanded me to do things. I’d never controlled anything in my life, so it wasn’t hard to hand myself over to him, especially when I knew it would only bring pleasure.

I remembered his words at the garage. He’d talked about fucking a baby into me, and even though my father wasn’t an issue anymore, I couldn’t think of anything I’d like more. With any luck, by the time we got home, I’d already be carrying our first child, even if it meant we fucked like rabbits all the way there. For all I knew, I was already pregnant, but I knew I couldn’t take a test this soon.

The robe dropped to the floor and I crawled across the middle of the bed, making sure my ass would be the first thing he saw when he walked through the door. We had yet to make love slowly, but I seemed to like it hard, fast, and dirty, and Lance was more than happy to give it to me. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he had a magic dick. He’d turned me into a wanton whore, but I knew I was his and only his. The possessive glint in his eyes turned me on. I considered myself a modern woman, and I wasn’t sure I’d follow any barked orders outside of sex, but I’d be happy to drop to my knees anytime he wanted.

A sharp slap made my right butt cheek sting and I gasped. Sneaky bastard. I hadn’t even heard him come in. The sound of his zipper rasping and his pants hitting the floor was enough to make goose bumps spread along my back. I never knew what to expect with Lance, but I knew it would be good. Really, really good. The man was a god when it came to making me scream his name and I wasn’t sure I’d turn him away even if we were in the middle of a packed restaurant and he decided to fuck me over the table. I could tell by the way he watched me that he’d never invite someone into our bed, but I wasn’t sure how he felt about exhibitionism. It would be interesting to find out. I wondered just how far I could push him in public before he broke.

“Is my naughty wife ready for me?” he asked, his hand slapping my ass again. “Mmm. Your skin pinks so nicely.”

“I’m always ready for you. I’ve been ready since you stepped out of that tow truck and gave me that sexy smile.”

He nipped my ass. “You think my smile is sexy, huh?”

“Everything about you is sexy.”

His fingers skimmed my slit and I pushed back, wanting more. I didn’t care what he did to me, as long as he did it soon. I was aching for him. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass and I could feel my pulse pounding in my clit. He placed his palms on the inside of my thighs and spread my legs further. The flick of his tongue against my pussy was enough to make me pant for more. He alternated between soft and firm strokes as he teased me mercilessly. Lance lifted me off the bed as he buried his face between my legs. I wanted to come so badly, but it was just out of reach.

“My clit,” I begged. “Please play with my clit.”

He chuckled against me, the vibration making my channel clench. He sucked and licked my clit until I saw stars and came so hard I couldn’t breathe. I dropped back down onto the bed and felt his cock at my entrance a moment before he thrust deep. Crying out in pleasure, I gripped his shaft tight as he began fucking me like a man possessed. He took me hard, fast, and deep, just the way I liked it. His hand smacked my ass several times but he never broke stride as he rode me to completion, both of us coming at the same time. I felt the splash of his cum inside of me and I wanted more. I wanted him to fill me up until I couldn’t hold anymore, and then I wanted to do it again. I didn’t care if I was sore or couldn’t walk for the rest of the week. I wanted his baby, and I was going to get one.

“We need to be at the airstrip in two hours.”

I rolled over and smiled what I hoped was a seductive smile. “Good. Then we have time to play some more. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“Oh, princess. I can do that.”

“But…” I held up a finger. “I want you to fuck my pussy until I can’t hold any more cum, and then I want you to fuck my ass.”

He arched a brow and studied me.

“You promised you were going to fuck a baby into me.” I pouted. “Were you lying to me?”

It seemed he liked the idea of getting me pregnant, if the massive cock standing at attention was any clue. Lance grabbed my ankle, pulled my ass to the edge of the bed, and slid home once more. By the time we had to check out and leave, I could barely walk, but I had the happiest smile on my face.

Epilogue

Lance

Three weeks of wedded bliss and I could barely concentrate on my work. I’d screwed up twice in the shop and Jim had shooed me into the office, not that I was in good enough shape to do payroll either. Especially since I couldn’t look at my desk without thinking about fucking Gwennie on it. Maybe having her strip in my office hadn’t been such a great idea. Or the dozen times she’d come by since then. We’d been fucking like rabbits since day one, trying for a baby. I was starting to think maybe we were just trying too hard.

I stared at the clock another fifteen minutes before deciding to just say screw it and head home. I asked Jim to lock up and headed out to my car. Fuck. If we did have a baby, we’d have to take Gwennie’s Mercedes for family outings, since it was safer than my car. Might be time to invest in a family SUV or something. The maintenance on a nice Chevy or Dodge would sure as hell be cheaper. I wasn’t sure how attached Gwennie was to her car, but we might have to talk about selling it. The damn thing had broken twice since the day she ran out of gas, and I wasn’t sure it would ever run right again. Not without a new engine, new fuel system, and a host of other things. Might as well get a new car.

When I pulled into the driveway at home, I noticed her car wasn’t there. She hadn’t mentioned going anywhere, but I didn’t exactly keep her on a leash. If she wanted to drive around town, she was more than welcome to. I just hoped she hadn’t gone to work to surprise me. Whistling as I entered the house, I turned off the alarm and pulled off my clothes as I headed to the master bath. Even if I hadn’t done a lot of work, I’d still gotten more grease on me than the cars I’d worked on, and I didn’t like marring my princess’s skin with motor oil.

Just thinking of her naked and willing was enough to make my cock hard, but I willed the beast into submission. I hadn’t jacked off since the day I found Gwennie in the middle of the road, and I didn’t plan to start now. I had a wife who was more than willing to take care of any urges I had. Besides, if I came in the shower, she’d probably give me that stare that secretly scared me and complain that I was slushing our baby down the drain. I got that same look when I wanted to come in her mouth or her ass since she’d decided she definitely wanted a baby. The woman was killing me, but I was going to give in to her… until she was pregnant, then all bets were off. We were going to have a fuck fest when that happened.

I got out and dried off, stepping on something I hadn’t noticed on the floor earlier. It was the cardboard box of a pregnancy test. My heart was heavy. She’d taken four in the last few weeks and cried every time it was negative, which probably explained the missing car. She was probably out doing a little retail therapy.

Against my wishes, her father still put money into her account. Not as much as she’d gotten before, but every Friday like clockwork, five hundred dollars would show up in her checking account. I’d confronted him and had gotten the shock of a lifetime. He’d told me that while he might be a bastard and hadn’t treated his daughter right, he wasn’t going to have her suffer on a mechanic’s salary either. Little did he realize that I did pretty well. Maybe not millionaire well, but we could live comfortably.

I strolled into the living room with a pair of athletic pants on, my bare feet slapping against the wood floor, when I heard her car pull in. Peering through the blinds, I tried to gauge her mood. She wasn’t smiling, but she didn’t seem to be bawling her eyes out either. I opened the door and helped her carry her stuff in. She gave me a kiss on the cheek before snatching one of the bags from me.

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