Page 36 of Mechanic

We stop in front of a door once we reach the top, and Antonia hesitates. Nervously, she shuffles a set of keys back and forth in her hands. The jingling of metal against metal mingles with our breathing.

Bracing my hands against the door, one on each side of her body, I surround her. Our bodies become flush when I take a half step closer, letting her feel the bulge in my pants press up against her ass.

Antonia shocks me when she pushes her ass back into my crotch. My hands lift off the door as one hand travels to her waist and the other one removes the keys from her hands.

“Which key?” I whisper, dropping my voice an octave.

“T-th-the b-br-bronze one,” she stutters.

Holding her keys in front of my face, it takes a moment to find the correct one due to the dim lighting.

Maneuvering Antonia so I can get the key in the lock, it takes longer than I hoped to open the door.

As soon as we cross the threshold, I spin Antonia around, covering her mouth with mine as I press her body into the wall with my own.

The only light in the room is coming from the streetlamp outside through the still-open door. Neither of us bother to close the door or turn a light on.

Our hands are a flurry of motion, peeling clothes off of each other. Antonia gets frustrated with the buttons on my shirt. Before I realize what is happening, she grips both sides of the shirt front and pulls them in opposite directions, causing buttons to fly everywhere.

“Fuck, you are sexy,” I say huskily.

I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. Just barely able to make out the details, her tits are covered in a dark-colored lace.

Antonia fumbles with my belt, so I pause to help her. She works on her own pants as I take care of mine.

Before my pants fall to the floor, I grab my wallet and pull out a condom.

A hiss escapes my lips as Antonia rakes her nails down my back, biting into the flesh. Wrapping her hand around my cock, my head tips back, and a groan escapes my lips as she gives it a hard squeeze before giving it a long, slow stroke.

“Darlin’, you do that much more, and this party is going to be over before it gets started,” I tell her.

Instead of saying anything in response, Antonia takes the condom from my hand and opens the package before rolling it down over my dick.

Gliding a hand down her body, my fingers slide inside her core with ease. She is dripping.

“Fuck me, Rod,” she whispers, sucking and then biting my earlobe.

I am not sure where this wild side of Antonia came from, but who am I to argue. When we were down in the bar she gave me a glimpse of her quick wit but seemed reluctant to disclose any personal details. Teeth sinking into the flesh of my neck has my attention focusing back on the woman in my arms.

Placing my hands on the firm globes of her ass, I easily lift her off the ground. Using the wall as leverage, I line myself with her center before fully seating myself inside her channel in one thrust.

Both of us let out a groan as I fill her up. Antonia wraps her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass to get me moving. My hips begin to move as Antonia uses the wall to push her hips out. Somehow, I get deeper with this new angle.

Keeping one hand on the cheek of her ass, my other hand tangles in her hair. Using the hold to angle her head, I smash my mouth against hers. Our kiss is brutal as tongues twist and teeth gnash together at the urgency of it. Both of us fight for dominance.

Hissing out a breath as Antonia scrapes more lines down my back, my hips stutter briefly. Pounding into her body, my hips snap with each thrust.

Digging her blunt nails into the flesh as she bites and sucks on my neck, I mentally start thinking of anything other than the feel of her tight pussy squeezing the life out of my cock in order to stave off my pending orgasm.

“Come for me,” I order, my voice raspy. “I need to feel you squeeze my cock when you come.”

A hand snakes between our bodies as she starts rubbing her clit. Antonia’s head bangs against the wall as she tosses her head back in ecstasy.

My gaze drifts down her body as Antonia’s pussy starts to flutter around me. Watching her tits bounce with each thrust has me clenching my teeth. It’s then I feel the flutters of her pussy asher orgasm hits. As I expected, the stranglehold she has on my dick triggers my own orgasm.

The rhythm and speed of my hips slow as I move through my orgasm. Both of us are panting hard, trying to catch our breath.

Once our breathing returns to normal, I pull out of her body, setting Antonia on her feet. She sways a little and I reach out an arm to support her.

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