by Jenna Rose
…the sweet taste of her pussy juices and the way her body rocked as I made her come. I think about fucking her from behind and watching that perfect ass bounce back and forth on my thick cock while I stretch her eager little virgin pussy, and how I’d pump every last drop of my heavy load into her and watch her body shiver as I gave her orgasm after orgasm.
I get right there and then stop, my precum coating my hand. I could come, but for some reason it feels wrong.
No. Not without her.
I’m being stupid; I know it’s never going to happen. She’ll probably send her fiancé to the shop tomorrow to pick up her car, but I still can’t do it.
I let go of my dick and lie back as I wait for my hard-on to go down.
“It’s going to be a long night,” I grumble as I find the remote and turn on the TV.
10
Chase
“Bro, you’re never going to believe it!”
I cringe as Tucker races out of the shop to great me the next morning, looking like he’s just had about six cups of coffee. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s about to tell me about yet another one of his wild-girl adventures, and having not slept a wink last night, but I am not in the mood to hear it.
“You’re moving to Florida,” I suggest. He laughs and waves a hand at me.
“My date? It turned into multiple dates!” he says with a wink. “Not like…multiple dates, but multiple girls.”
“Is that right?” I ask, wishing my head didn’t hurt so bad as I open the door to the office and head inside.
“You haven’t lived until you’ve had a girl riding you while the other girl sits on your face, dude!”
“Mmm,” I grunt back as I take a seat and check the business e-mail. There’s really nothing important, but I pretend there is, hoping Tucker will go away. He doesn’t.
“The first chick was wild,” he laughs. “We were doing our thing, and then all of a sudden she asks me if her friend can come by! I’m like, duh!? So we go back to her place, and this model walks in. Five minutes later, I’m fuckin’ ‘em both!”
“I’m happy for you, man,” I say as I get up and head into the garage.
I’m really not. I couldn’t give a single fuck about his threesome; Tucker has had enough pussy for ten men, and I’m not in the mood to hear the details.
“What about you, bro?” he asks. “I heard you had a run-in with that rich bitch from out of town—”
Before I know what I’m doing, I spin, snatch him by the collar and slam him up against the closed garage door.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Tucker,” I growl. “Or I’ll knock your teeth down your throat.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind – I probably have. I let him go and head over to the rack and grab some coolant. I pop the hood of Bradley’s Bentley, take off the radiator cap and start filling it up. I feel Tucker’s eyes on me, then he heads into the office and leaves me alone.
I didn’t expect to be set off that easily, but it seems as though the whole town knows about me and Nicky now. But what is there to know? There is no “me and Nicky.” All there is is Chase, the mechanic, and Nicky, the out-of-town princess who slummed it for one evening with him for the fun of it.
I realize I’m not paying attention to what I’m doing when the coolant overflows and spills everywhere.
“Shit,” I mumble as I set the jug aside and grab a rag to wipe it down. I finish up, close the hood and wash my hands in the sink.
“Hey, Chase,” Tucker calls from the office. “Someone here for you.”
“Open her up,” I nod. Tucker hits the button and the motor whines as the door cranks open to reveal the nicest set of legs I’ve ever seen in my life. I know before I can see the rest of her, it’s Nicky.
For a split second, I consider turning around, walking away and letting Tucker deal with it. No. I chew my lip and stand there as the door opens all the way and reveals her fully, standing there in a slim pair of black jeans and my t-shirt tied high around her waist. She’s even wearing a belly chain.
Fuck.
There’s no hope of stopping the instant shot of blood to my cock, making it twitch inside my jeans. A breeze wafts her perfume into my nose and I brace myself against her fiancé’s car as she walks toward me, her hips making my mind explode with thoughts of how fertile she must be.
I want to fuck her brains out. But I also want to slap her for fucking me over like that. I never would, of course, but as she stops in front of me, I don’t know whether to listen to what she has to say, or just toss her the keys and tell her to get the fuck out.
“There he is,” she smiles, her plump lips pulling my eyes to them. “Mr. Tough Guy.”
“Come to rub it in?” I ask angrily. “Where’s Bradley? Or is his nose still swollen from that right hook I gave him?”
“You still don’t get it, do you?” she asks, cocking her head to one side.
Get it? What the fuck is she talking about?
I glance over at the office and see Tucker watching out the window like this is an episode of reality TV.
“Oh, I get it all right,” I scoff. “You thought it would be fun to have a little fling with the local guy and tell all your rich friends about the time you went slummin’ once.”
The next look she gives me is impossible to read. She steps closer to me, close enough that I can feel her heat. My body reacts, and despite my anger, my cock swells in my pants, pressing against the inside of my zipper.
Oh, I could hate-fuck her right now. For sure.
“For someone so skilled with mechanics, you sure are dumb when it comes to women.”
Yup. Total hate-fuck.
She’s all dolled up too, her make-up, her hair. It’s all on point and must have taken forever. Hell, she probably had her own personal make-up artist do it for her this morning.
“Listen, princess. If you’ve got something to say—”
“Ruth wants me to marry Bradley,” she interrupts. “I told you that.”
“Right, the arranged marriage,” I nod. “Yeah, you sure looked really unhappy.”
My words seem to bounce right off her, she just continues on unfazed.
“If I don’t marry Bradley, then Ruth will cut me off. I’ll have nothing.”
“Aw, then you could be like the rest of us!” I laugh.
“No, Chase,” she says firmly, getting right up in my face. “I’ll have nothing. All my money is under her control. She blew through our inheritance after my father died, and if she can’t get me to marry Bradley, then she’s going to go broke.”
“Well, it looks like you’ve got that all under control,” I tell her. “Why don’t I get you the keys to his car?”
I try to go, but she grabs me by the arm and pulls me back around.
“I asked you to dinner so I could see what you were really made of, Chase.”
“To see if I could kick your fiancé’s ass?” I snap. “What the—”
“To see if you were serious about me!” she replies. “Because if I leave him for you, and you’re just a fucking player, then I end up homeless without a penny to my name. Do you understand!?”
Her words wash over me like a cool wave of realization and I feel a sudden clarity come over me. Could she be telling the truth? Was last night just one big shit-test? She has no reason to lie now – unless she’s a completely cruel sociopath who just wants to continue to torture me…
“So you lied to me,” I say slowly. “Just to see if I was serious?”
Nicky chuckles and gives me a sly look. “You wanna talk about lies? How about my blown head gasket?”
Her question catches me off guard and I guess something in my face gives it away, because she starts smiling and nods at me like a teacher who just caught their student cheating.
“Yeah. Once I finally charged my phone, I went online and looked that up,” she says. “I don’t have that, do I?”
It takes me a second to answer. She caught me, but she doesn’t look th
at angry. In fact, she almost looks impressed.
I shake my head. “No. Just needed some coolant.”
“So why’d you lie to me?” she asks. She reaches out with one hand and runs a delicate finger down the side of my neck and across my chest, causing every fiber of my being to ache for her.
“I—I didn’t want you to leave,” I admit. Her eyes flash, exhilarated.
“And I don’t want you to let me,” she whispers. “It looks like we’re both just a couple of liars, Chase. Maybe we’re made for each other?”
11
Nicky
The speed at which Chase moves takes my breath away. Before I can blink, his rough hands are around my waist, and then I’m on his shoulder as he’s carrying me toward the back of the garage. I feel his taut back muscles against my stomach, and his manly scent has my head already spinning.
I hear him kick a door open and find myself in what looks like a break room. He slams the door shut behind us, then throws me down on an old dirty couch that smells of must and wear.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my mouth hanging open as he slides out of his shirt, revealing his pristine body to me. I trace the lines of his abs with my eyes and feel myself get even wetter than I already was as he pops the top button of his pants. I kick off my heels and get to work on my pants.
I need him. Now.
He helps me out, grasps my jeans by the ankles and tugs, almost yanking me off the couch with them.
“They’re tight!” he laughs under his breath, finally getting them off. I reach up to grab his face and pull it to mine, but he stops me, reaches down and picks up my heels, then slowly slides them back onto my feet.
“We’re going to get dirty, princess,” he tells me, his voice low and sensual. “But you’re going to stay classy while we do it.”
Wow, that’s hot.
My panties are soaked, and when I look up and see him pull out his cock, my lust for him shivers down my spine and I let out a soft moan. It’s so thick, hard as a rock and practically pulsing as he slides out of his pants and stands before me. Even if he wasn’t so obviously aroused, I’d be able to tell by the look in his eyes. Bradley never gives me that look, and I’d rather be here on my back on this dirty old couch in the back of a mechanic’s garage than lying on expensive sheets on his bed back at the lake house.
He leans down over me, and for a second I think I’m about to get another session with his tongue, but he has other plans for me. He presses his lips just above my clit, letting his scruffy chin gently graze over it, causing my whole body to shake. I look down to see his gorgeous eyes looking up at me as he kisses his way up my bare belly, then takes the hem of my (his) shirt between his teeth.
I arch my back off the couch to help him as he pulls, undoing the half-knot I put in it to cinch it up around me. He keeps moving, his eyes glued to mine, until he pulls the shirt up over my breasts.
He opens his mouth and I eagerly open mine to accept his kiss. I’m going crazy and throw my arms around him and pull him close. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, and it’s incredible. From the moment I stepped into his shop, my life hasn’t been the same.
I know now that Chase will always be there for me. He’s not just talk, he’s not just a guy who wants a fling; he’s a man I can rely on – a man who will stand up for me, fight for me, do whatever it takes to protect me. I don’t have to be a slave to my stepmom anymore. I don’t have to marry Bradley.
I’m free.
I feel his hard cock against my mound and reach down and pull my panties aside for him.
“Take that virgin pussy,” I whisper, surprising even myself. But fuck it – I’m wearing heels, his t-shirt and am on my back on a grubby couch in the back of an auto shop, and I’m gonna own it!
Chase’s eyes flare and he grabs me by the chin and practically breaks my jaw with his next kiss. I can feel the grit on his hands against my cheeks and arch against him as he sucks my tongue like he’s trying to devour me.
And then I feel it, the swollen tip of Chase’s cock parts my lips and presses against my hole. He’s still kissing me hard, but I pull away and look down between my legs.
“I want to see it,” I whisper.
“Are you ready?” he asks me as he pushes half the tip inside of me, spreading me like I’ve never been spread before. “Are you ready, Nicky?”
My head snaps up and I look into his eyes.
“You—you called me Nicky,” I say with surprise. “Not princess.”
“I can call you princess if you want,” he grins. “But I like the way your name sounds coming out of my mouth.”
I blush. Holy shit. This is what it feels like…
“So…so do I,” I whisper back.
I go to kiss him, but that’s when it happens, Chase pushes forward and slides his cock inside me.
I gasp at the sensation of incredible pleasure, but also the pain of being stretched. Instinctively, I try to pull away, but Chase is having none of that. He snatches my arms and pins them above my head, then uses his body weight to pin me against the couch beneath him.
I swear he’s going to rip me in half as he pushes more of his cock inside. I cry out, but his rough hand smothers my mouth, smearing my lipstick everywhere. He pushes further, and I feel it in my stomach. I struggle against his grip and look down, expecting to see all of him inside, but my eyes go wide when I realize he’s not even halfway in.
“That’s right,” he purrs. “I have a lot of inches, baby. And I’ve been saving every one of them for you.”
Oh. Fuck.
His abs ripple as he keeps pushing, and I bite down against the rough skin of his hand as I take it – all of it, and take a huge breath when I feel him bottom out inside me, his taut balls pressing up against my asshole.
He crushes me beneath him and I feel the dirt and grit from the couch dig into my back. I’m stretched around his massive girth, an overwhelming pleasure just hiding behind the surface of the pain of losing my virginity.
It’s really happening…
“Get used to it,” he whispers. I can feel his heartbeat strong against my chest. “And then I’m going to make you come over and over and over again.”
I stare into his eyes – hypnotized, possessed as he grinds gently. My body explodes with sensation. His powerful arm muscles press against my face and our lips meet again. His cock may be massive, but his kisses are tender, and slowly but surely, I feel myself getting used to him being inside me.
But as soon as I do, and I think I’m out of the woods, Chase starts fucking me.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out. This time Chase doesn’t try to keep me quiet. His rough hands grab my tits and he squeezes hard as his cock goes in and out. My thighs are soaked and I can hardly believe it when I feel my climax bearing down on me.
It’s going to be a big one, are my last thoughts before it hits me.
I think I’m going to scream bloody murder, but no sound escapes my lips as my mouth opens and I look up at the stained ceiling and come hard. Chase gives me everything he has to give and leaves it there. I can feel every single pulse of my pussy as I clench down on his shaft, my heartbeat thudding in my ears with each swell of mind-numbing pleasure.
“Come for me, baby,” he growls. “Let me feel that virgin cunt coming all over my hard dick. It’s all for you, baby. All for you.”
Oh. My. God.
12
Chase
As I watch Nicky come on my dick, I smile like a king.
She’s mine now. It’s official.
I thought I’d lost her. But now I’m never going to let her go. Princess Nicky, the rich, city girl who walked into my shop like royalty, and now I’m taking her virginity on the couch in the break room.
Her sweet virgin cunt is clenched like a fist around my cock. I can barely even move when I try to start fucking her again, and grin as her body twitches with the aftershock of what I know was the best orgasm of her life.
I see her pupils dilate as she brings her
beautiful eyes to mine again. She looks so fucking sexy with her lipstick smeared across her face like that and her perfect hairdo all messed up. Her long, smooth legs are wrapped around my waist and my shirt is hiked up over her perfect rack.
I’m not going to be able to last long, I know that. But I’m also not letting her out of my sight again, and there will be plenty of time today for Round Two, Three, Four, Five…I’m not going to stop until my balls are completely drained.
“Your fiancé couldn’t fuck you like this, could he?” I ask her. “He couldn’t stretch your pussy open like I can or make you come as hard as me.”
“No one could, Chase,” she moans back, her voice like the sweetest honey.
“Your pussy’s so tight, I think you might just rip my dick off,” I growl as I run my hands down to her hips and hold on tight. Every bit of her body is smooth and supple, innocent and fresh. I want to keep fucking her forever, but my cock is pulsing with lust and I know I’m right on the fucking edge.
Already!
“Do you have any fucking idea how good you feel, baby?” I ask, brushing her hair from her face as I reach a new level of arousal. I want to eat her up. I want to run my tongue across every inch of her goddess body.
“I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you. And you’re gonna make me fucking come, baby. I’m gonna nut right inside you.”
“Do it,” she tells me. “Do it, Chase. Give me that hot load.”
“Fuck, you’ve got a dirty mouth,” I growl, snatching her by her lips and squeezing them together in a tight purse. I lick them with my tongue as my balls go taut and I feel my load ready to burst from me.
She moans and I feel her pussy start to clench down on me again. She’s right there too. I’m just about to come when a beastly desire flares within me. I can’t control it. I have to see her from behind. I can’t fucking wait.
