Page 37 of Tempted By the Single Dad Mechanic
"What—" she starts, confused.
I don't answer. I scoop her up off the desk, her legs wrapping around my waist automatically, and carry her to the nearest wall. I press her back against it and slide back inside her in one smooth thrust.
"Oh fuck!" she cries out, her arms wrapping around my neck.
I hold her with one hand under her ass, the other braced against the wall beside her head, and start fucking her again with everything I have. She's practically hovering, her back pressed against the wall, supported only by my hand and my cock buried deep inside her.
"Casey, oh my God, it's too much—"
"You can take it," I tell her, my voice coming out as a growl. "You're doing so good, sweetheart. Taking all of me. Being such a good girl."
She whimpers at that, her pussy clenching around me, and I realize she likes being praised.
"That's it," I continue, slamming into her. "Such a good girl for me. Taking your first cock so well. So fucking perfect."
"Casey, please, I can't… I'm going to—"
"Then come again," I demand. "Come on my cock again, Morgan. Show me how good I make you feel."
I can barely hold on myself. The feeling of her tight pussy, the sounds she's making, the way she's clinging to me like I'm the only thing keeping her grounded, it's all too much.
But I need her to come first. Need to feel her fall apart one more time. I shift my angle again, and she screams, her head falling back against the wall.
"Yes! Fuck, Casey, yes, right there, don't stop, please don't stop—"
"Never stopping," I grunt, my rhythm getting erratic. "Fuck, Morgan, you feel too good. So perfect. Mine."
The word slips out before I can stop it but I don't take them back. Because right now, in this moment, she is mine.
"Yours," she gasps, like she can read my mind. "I'm yours, Casey, fuck, I'm—"
She comes again, harder this time, her whole body convulsing in my arms. Her pussy clenches around my cock so hard it's almost painful, and that's it. I can't hold back anymore.
"Morgan, I'm going to… where…"
"Inside," she moans. "Come inside me, please, I want to feel it."
That's all it takes.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and come with a roar, my cock pulsing as I empty myself inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, so intense I can barely stay standing.
I press my forehead against hers, both of us panting, sweating, trembling.
"Holy shit," I breathe.
"Yeah," she agrees weakly. "Holy shit."
I'm still inside her, still pressed against the wall, and I realize I need to move before my legs give out. I pull out and lower her to the floor, keeping my hands on her waist to make sure she's steady.
She's not. Her legs are shaking so badly she can barely stand.
"I've got you," I murmur, holding her against me.
She buries her face in my chest, and I can feel her heartbeat racing against mine.
"That was fantastic and…" she starts, then trails off.
"Yeah," I agree.
