Page 65 of Forever Endeavor

He licked her lovingly as she mewled, her breathing tattered. “Holy shit, Biff. That was unbelievable.”

He grinned. “Shoulda known, baby, we mechanics are good under the hood.”

Sonny

Once she regained her composure, she slid down from the stool and into his arms for a searing kiss. “I may not be certified, but damn, I do know a thing or two about driving stick,” she said, taking a firm grasp of his hot, heavy cock with one hand and teasing down the zipper pull with the other. Jesus Murphy, this woman. “You went commando for me tonight, Biff?”

“Yeah, so watch the teeth,” he winced.

“Are you talking about the zipper, baby, or…”

He laughed. “Both.”

She placed her palm on his chest, propelling him backward. He played along and pretended to stumble against the pickup. This whole scenario was already far better than he’d ever imagined. With those fucking amazing headlights of hers on high beam, she was a dream in the flesh, causing his hot rod to flex and jump in his pants before she even touched it again. Leaning in close, she branded kisses into the base of his neck as she inched down the zipper. Reaching inside, she closed a cool hand around his length, giving him a gentle rub and tug. He went dizzy as all the blood in his head rushed south.

“You do this with all your lady customers, Biff?”

“Hell no,” he groaned and that was the honest truth. This was his fantasy being played out for the first time with his fantasy girl. “No one but you, I swear.”

“Glad to hear it.” Still milking him, her free hand carefully guided the zipper the rest of the way down before rolling his balls with her fingertips. “Because I don’t want anyone else getting this special deal but me.”

He gulped as she parted his jumpsuit before stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Wow, Biff. That is one big, thick…uh, help me out here, I need the appropriate automotive term.” With the heat of her gaze affixed on his stiff bishop, he could barely remember his name, let alone come up with corny garage terminology. “Drive shaft? Is that a thing?”

“Yeah, that’s a thing.” He chuckled.

She continued studying his protruding member. “How about fuel injector?”

“Even better,” he rasped, although he wanted to screamjust grab the damn thing already. “You’ve really got the hang of it now.”

She kissed him then smiled. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

A groan rumbled through his body as she wrapped her slender fingers around his pulsing heat and stroked him even harder. He leaned back on the truck as she kissed her way down his chest and belly, dragging her nipples over his torso. Angling for the best vantage point to watch, he craned his neck as her eyes fluttered closed and sucked him deeper into her mouth. It was a struggle not to buck his hips, so he moaned a blue streak instead, both because she was so fucking good at giving head and because it was like fucking torture to have to hold back. “Oh God, don’t stop,” he begged before quickly eighty-sixing the request. “No, no, baby, better stop. I don’t want this to end too soon.”

She pulled her mouth off, while her hand kept its firm grip around his drive shaft. “Well, which is it, Biff?”

His voice strangled in his throat. “Please stop.”

“Please stop…what?”

“Please stop this fucking incredible blowjob, Candy.”

“If you insist.” She shrugged, rising to her full height again. “It’s your garage after all.”

“I have a better idea.” He tucked himself back inside the jumpsuit, partially zipping up to keep his junk securely in place, then went over to the next service bay. With a heave, he dragged back the heavy dust protector that had been covering her sports coupe.

She gasped and clapped with glee. “My baby!”

He beckoned for her to come to him and she strutted over in all her jiggly glory. Her hands smoothed over his chest. “How can I ever thank you?”

“Here, let me show you.” He took her by the wrists and placed both hands palm down on the hood of the car, bending her over.

She wiggled her tantalizing ripe peach ass at him, proving too tempting not to spank. “Oooh,” she moaned, angling for another. He soothed her tender spot before the flat of his palm took possession of the other cheek with a firm swat. She looked over her shoulder, face flushed and eyes dark with desire, biting her bottom lip. “Dammit, just hurry up and do me already.”

Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her thong, she pushed it down to the floor. He’d wanted to reserve that task for himself but didn’t complain; it was equally pleasurable to watch her strip. He positioned himself behind her divine ass and fully unzipped. If she only knew the self-control it was taking not to get right down to pound town. Fisting himself, he poked into her soft flesh as he fumbled with the condom he’d tucked away for this moment. She rocked her hips, nudging him low enough to sheath him in her steam heat. He hissed. “Fuck, just wait a sec, Billie.”

“Candy,” she corrected with a smile.

Holding her from behind, he lined up and eased inside her; she felt like a tight, warm embrace he never wanted to leave. He tried to go slow and savor it, but his buried cock had a different instinct, and there was very little left of his threadbare resolve to suppress it from doing whatever the hell it wanted. A sheen of sweat glazed both their bodies as they moved together. Damn, they fit perfect, so perfect he had to mentally disassemble the engine block of his old 1970 GTO to distract from the internal combustion burbling in his balls. She slammed back into him as he pumped forward, pulling and pushing in rhythm, over and over, as they hurtled toward ecstasy. Slipping a hand between her legs, his fingers applied pressure to her pleasure points as her moans and the momentum of her hips reached a crescendo. “Ohhh fuck,” she panted, clenching, then contracting around him. With one last thrust, the damn broke and he came thundering as he called out her name. Billie.

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