Page 30 of Possessive Mechanic

“You’re wife’s right,” the man says, barely audible at this point.

“She’s always right. I know that just as clearly as you were wrong. Now apologize to her, you piece of shit.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, but it’s probably his best effort given the circumstances.

“Louder. Like you mean it.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats and Axel turns to me.

“You accept this scumbag’s apology?”

“Axel. Yes. Just let him go, please.”

His hand pulls away and the man slides down the wall, his knees higher than his head as he winds up as a limp heap on the floor.

Axel isn’t done, leaning down and hovering over him. Pointing a finger at him he says, “I ever so much as catch wind of you looking at a married woman I hunt you down, find you, and end you.” He pauses. “Lots of jungle and wild animals out here. Man could get lost forever real easily.”

The man says nothing, looking like he’s about two long blinks away from being unconscious.

Axel stands to his full height, takes my hand, and walks me back…into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

He pushes open one unisex stall and closes it behind him with his foot.

“You think I came all this way to Hawaii and don’t plan on putting another baby in your belly, woman? You know me by now. You can’t be that crazy.”

“You’re crazy,” I shake my head as he spins me around and presses my body into the door, lifting up my dress.

“Abso-lutely fucking crazy for you. Now spread your legs and bend your knees because this possessive papa needs that pussy that’s been driving him crazy for a decade.”

“How can you still be so hot for me after—”

Before I can finish the wind is knocked out of me as he slides in from behind, all of him filling my quickly drenched channel as I lift up on my toes and am thrust forward into the back of the bathroom door.

“Damn, Axel. Are we here for our child’s birthday or mine, because that is one helluva gift you’re giving me.”

“Every day with you is a gift I never take for granted, just like our five children. They’re all thanks to you, and I owe you everything…my money, my existence, every ounce of happiness you’ve given me. You and only you. That’s why you belong to me. I couldn’t even imagine wanting to live one second without you and the kids,” he growls into my ear, the front of his big body pressed into my back as he thrusts a second time and a third.

The stall door shakes and rattles and threatens to break, so Axel does what he always does.

Turns it up another notch.

Grabbing me by the hips he lifts me in the air. My legs go straight as I press my feet to the door, bracing myself as he bends at the knees and lifts me up and down, impaling me on his cock.

A moan escapes me and seconds later I’m experiencing a mind-numbing climax. One that is only kicked into overdrive when he releases his unprotected cock inside me, filling me with his seed yet again.

Trying to catch my breath, the bathroom smells of hot, sweaty sex.

We don’t care. We’re still in love like two horny teenagers on our first date to metaphorical ‘Makeout Point’, or whatever kids call it these days.

“Mom? Is that you?” a little voice I recognize as Andromeda says, her tiny hand knocking on the door.

“Be right out, honey. Can you go back with your brothers and sisters?”

“Yes, mom. Love you.”

My heart does a backflip. “Love you too.”

As I straighten my clothes my mind floats on cloud nine. This is what life’s all about. Hearing five little beautiful kids call me mom while taking a holiday in paradise with my family, my husband of a decade still unable to get enough of my body, despite my perceived shortcomings when I look in the mirror.

He doesn’t care. All he sees is the woman he loves, just like our children in a different way.

And that’s what it’s all about. My heart and my mind have never been happier…and it’s all thanks to the man who repaired my life when I was darn near broken down. My possessive mechanic. My husband. The father of my children. My everything.

“I love you, beautiful.”

“I love you, my possessive mechanic.”

The End.

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