Page 43 of Mechanic

With one last kiss, I move to his cock. Flattening my tongue, I slowly drag it up his length.

Taking him into my mouth, my tongue runs through the slit at the end. This is apparently Rod’s breaking point as his hands fist in my hair. He assumes control, shoving his entire length into my mouth, causing me to gag before he pulls back and repeats the motion. Each time he withdraws, I swirl my tongue around his hard length.

Rod’s pace increases, becoming almost urgent. My nails rake over his balls, and he tightens his grip on my hair, causing it to be borderline painful.

Pumping his hips, the only thing I can do is hang on. It might have been me who started this show, but it didn’t take Rod long to assume control.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Rod chants just before his hips stutter as he comes. Thick ropes of cum fill my mouth as he maintains his tight grip on my hair, holding me in place.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Rod pulls out before helping me to my feet. Capturing my lips with his kiss becomes a battle for dominance as our tongues duel. We nip, suck, and bite each other’s lips.

His hands start to divest me of my clothes. Once he has me naked, Rod splays his hands in the center of my chest, giving me a slight push until I fall back onto the bed.

Rod pulls my legs until my ass is on the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he moves my legs to drape over his shoulders. Spreading my center open, his gaze moves between my eyes and my pussy.

“You like sucking my cock?” he asks rhetorically. My pussy is dripping, making it obvious that I did.

Leaning forward, Rod licks me from ass to clit. Once he gets a taste of me, he devours me like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Taking my clit between his teeth, he bites down. As he flicks my clit with his tongue, two fingers easily slide into my channel.

As he massages the walls of my pussy, my back bows off the bed. It isn’t long before my orgasm hits. Rod continues to fuck me with his fingers, lapping up my release.

Removing his fingers from my body, Rod moves my legs off his shoulders as he easily flips me to my belly.

“On your knees,” he grunts out, preceding the unmistakable sound of foil tearing.

The bed shifts under the weight of Rod’s body as he climbs up behind me. With both hands gripping the cheeks of my ass,he pushes in slightly. His fingers dig into my flesh with a small bite of pain just before he fully seats himself in one hard thrust, causing me to cry out.

He sets a brutal pace, causing me to slide forward on the bed with each hard thrust.

Moving a hand from my ass, he grips a handful of hair tightly, holding me in place as he hammers away at my body.

“Play with your clit,” he orders. “I want you to strangle my cock when you come.”

He eases the pressure in my hair as my shoulders drop to the mattress. My hand creeps down my body to rub small circles on the over-sensitive nub.

“Come for me, Antonia,” he orders.

The authority in his tone does something to me.

“Rod…” I pant. “I-I’m close.”

“Get there,” he grinds out.

Rod must get frustrated. His hand leaves my ass, and he covers my hand with his own, guiding my fingers. He pushes harder, giving me what I need to fall over the edge of bliss.

Slamming into me a handful of times, Rod follows me over the edge, his hips stuttering in the process. Slowing his movements, Rod’s hold on me releases as he collapses over the top of me.

He doesn’t stay there long, rolling onto his side, maintaining our connection as he takes me with him.

Our breathing slowly returns to normal, and Rod slides from my body to dispose of the condom. A slight wince crosses my features. It is all or nothing with us. My body already feeling the effects of our sexcapades.

A warm washcloth between my legs rouses me enough to climb under the blankets on the bed. Rod returns from the bathroom, climbing in behind me and pulling me tight to his chest.

The warmth of his body, accompanied by my relaxed state from multiple orgasms, sleep quickly claims me.

Chapter 25

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