Page 3 of Grease Monkey

I didn’t understand the possessive tone of his voice, but I liked it. No, I fucking loved it. My nipples hardened even more, and I pressed myself closer to his hand, wanting more. I needed a release, and I knew only he could give it to me.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me this pussy belongs to me.”

“My pussy belongs to you.”

He stroked my clit, slow swipes that drove me crazy. I dug my nails into his thigh and bit my lip. I felt the tip of his finger press against my entrance and slowly sink inside of me. His thumb teased my clit as his finger stroked in and out of me. I was mindless with need and tried to ride his hand. My dress felt too tight, and I wanted to take it off. A few more strokes and I was coming all over his hand. It was embarrassing how quickly I’d gotten off. He licked my cream from his fingers and shifted in his seat again.

“I could… I could please you now.”

Fire burned in his gaze, and I knew he wanted me.

“When we get to my shop, I’m handing your keys to one of the mechanics and then we’re going to my office. You’re going to strip out of that dress, and you’re going to do everything I say. Understand?”

I shivered and nodded. How could I still be so turned on when I’d just had my first orgasm? My thighs were still trembling from the force of my release. It scared me, these crazy things I was feeling for this man, and nothing ever felt more perfect than having his hands on me. If my father knew, he’d blow up and probably lock me away forever. I was a pawn to him, and if I lost my virginity my value would depreciate. I didn’t know what it would take to be free of him forever, but for now, I was going to enjoy this moment with Lance. I would take all the pleasure he wanted to give me, and I’d give him just as much back. It was a memory that would have to last a lifetime.

We pulled into the parking lot of a garage and I pulled my dress down. Lance helped me out of the truck, tossed my keys to someone, and dragged me through the shop, down a dark hall, and into a small office. The door slammed shut with such force it rattled on the hinges, and I heard the lock click into place. This was really happening. This insanely gorgeous man was about to make me his. My pussy clenched in anticipation, and I waited to see what he would do.

Chapter Two

Lance

Holy fuck! I had no idea how a piece of ass that fine hadn’t been fucked before now, but she was mine, and I was going to enjoy every fucking moment of this. Just the thought of being the first cock she’d ever had was almost enough to make me come in my pants. The moment she’d stepped out of that car, my dick had wanted her. She was sex personified, and it blew my mind that she was completely untouched. Little did she realize that moment she gave me her first orgasm, she became mine.

She was standing in front of me, taking everything in. There was a hint of nervousness to her, but I could tell she wanted this, wanted me. It had been a while since I’d had a woman, but I didn’t remember ever being this hard before. I could probably have driven nails with my dick.

“I believe I told you to strip out of that dress when we got in here.”

She turned startled eyes toward me and reached for the back of her dress. I heard the zipper rasp, and a moment later, her body was on full display as the garment fell to the floor. Her tits were small, but I couldn’t wait to suck them, and her pussy was gleaming from her climax. She tasted sweet, and I wanted more. I was going to make her come so many times she wouldn’t remember her name.

“Sit on the edge of the desk, princess, and spread those thighs for me. I want to look at you.”

There was crap all over my desk, and I knocked it to the floor so she could sit. Her thighs slowly parted, and her little clit peeked from between her lips. She leaned back on her hands, offering herself to me, despite the blush in her cheeks. I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor, her eyes going wide. My chest was tattooed, as were my arms, and I wondered what she thought about the ink. Some women were turned on by it. I’d never given a fuck one way or another, but it mattered this time. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her. The moment I’d seen those legs swing out of that little silver coupe, I’d wanted to fuck her.

I stepped between her spread thighs and trailed my hand over her soft skin. She trembled and widened her thighs even more. I’d never seen such a beautiful sight before.

“Unfasten my pants.”

It took her a few minutes, but she managed to unbuckle my belt and get my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. I always went commando, and my cock thrust through the opening as if aiming for her. She reached for me, her hand hesitantly curling around my shaft. Her touch was light, and I wrapped my hand around hers, tightening her grip as I fucked her hand.

“You’re not going to fit,” she said softly, her eyes wide as she looked at my huge cock.

“Oh, it will fit, princess. All fucking ten inches are going to fit in that sweet little pussy of yours. And you’re going to scream for more.”

The pulse in her throat leaped. It seemed my princess liked dirty talk.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, princess?”

She shook her head.

“First, I’m going to eat this pretty pussy and make you come again. My tongue is going to love every inch of you and lap up every bit of your cream. Then, you’re going to suck me off so I can take my time with you. I’m going to use you, fill you with my cum, and you’re going to be mine, understand?”

She nodded, but I didn’t think she really got it. Once I’d felt her come on my hand, I’d known she was going to belong to me. No doubt there would be obstacles in the way, her being a rich girl and me coming from the other side of the tracks, but I never backed down from anything I wanted. And for some reason, I wanted her. I wanted her passion, her submission, her everything. I wanted to brand her as mine, so she’d never be able to leave. The primitive side of me wanted to mark her with my cum and make sure everyone knew who she belonged to.

The rational part of my brain knew this was insane and completely barbaric, but I didn’t much care. All I knew was that I was going to make her mine. I was going to tie her to me so that she could never get away. Just the thought of some other guy putting his hands on her was enough to make me put my fist through a wall.

My hands gripped her thighs as I sank to my knees. Her scent teased my nose and my mouth watered. The lips of her pussy were soft against my tongue, and so very wet. It seemed my princess wanted me real bad. I’d pleasured my share of women during my thirty-two years, and I put every bit of that knowledge to good use. The way she squirmed against me made me want her to ride my face, but I wasn’t going to take her on the dirty floor. The moment she’d told me she was a virgin, I should have taken her back to my place, where we’d have a soft bed.

One thing was for sure; I’d never look at my desk the same way again. I’d probably get hard as fuck every time I walked through the door from now on. But the prize currently perched on my desk was definitely worth the discomfort.

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