Page 18 of The Mechanic's Virgin

Her jaw drops open, and she shatters like a glass dropped on concrete.

I feel her orgasm pulse hard, her walls clenching around me as she cries out in desperation as waves of bliss flow through her. The sound of her coming a second time is enough to send me over the edge too.

I join her, belting out her name as I spray my seed inside her, holding her tits tightly as my balls tighten and empty into her. She jerks again, clearly not expecting me to just go off raw inside her. She may be naïve, inexperienced, but we’re both adults. We know the implications of what we’ve just done. What might happen.

But I don’t care. And I have a sneaking suspicion that neither does she.

Grace would look just as sexy with a pregnant stomach as she does now, and I would gladly be her husband and the father of her child.

It takes nearly a full minute for us to come down–to catch our breath and come to our senses. I collapse on top of her, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent as I remain inside of her, still hard.

She aimlessly strokes my hair, her voice soft as she tells me, “I didn’t know it would be so…incredible.”

I lift myself just enough so I can look into her eyes. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are red, and her eyes are glassy like she’s just been crying.

“There’sa lotmore where that came from, princess,” I tell her. “And I’m never letting you go. Never.”

She smiles drunkenly up at me, her eyes lit up like fireworks. Like the most beautiful sunrise imaginable.

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

I kiss her again, deep and slow, the aftershocks of the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever experienced rolling through me like the movements of the earth’s tectonics. We stay like that, wrapped together on the workbench, surrounded by oil and grease, kissing each other lovingly like there’s no tomorrow.

She’s too good for a place like this. Too gorgeous. Too innocent.

But she wanted me. And now she has me.

Forever.

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GRACE

I wakeup warm and safe with two enormous arms wrapped around me. I almost giggle but smile instead.

Nash.

My body still aches in the right place. My thighs are tender, and my lips tingle. My heart flutters as I remember what happened last night at the shop. The real question is: Where am I now?

I open my eyes and look up at a white ceiling, lit only by a small shaft of moonlight. We’re back in Nash’s bedroom, only I don’t even remember how we got here last night. Faint images of being carried are all I have, so he must have brought me here after he…had his way with me.

My smile broadens. Wow, what an experience that was. Beyond anything I ever could have imagined. He made me orgasm twice, and I’m still craving more.

Images float back, bits and pieces of our incredible time together. His hands on my thighs, on my breasts. My back arching off the workbench as he slid into me. The way he growled as he took me, and the sharp give-way as he captured my innocence and made me his for good.

I think harder, and more comes back to me.

Yes, he lifted me off the bench and into his arms like I weighed nothing. I giggled into his sturdy chest as he carried me to his truck and drove me back here to his apartment. He didn’t even let me try to walk upstairs to his bedroom. He just carried me again while whispering into my ear that I was the most precious thing to ever exist in his life.

I must have fallen asleep instantly, because that’s as much as I remember. And now I’m here, lying in his bed, completely naked, marked by his manhood, feeling more love in me than I ever believed possible.

Twisting my head into his chest, I breathe in his scent, causing my heart to trip over itself as my lust for him begins to swell again. My oh my, it hasn’t even been a full night, but my body is already begging for more.

Emily is never going to believe this.

“Hey, princess.” His gentle voice warms me, and I look up as he threads his fingers through my hair. “Did I wake you?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I thought I woke you.”

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