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Gone was the man who was so determined to touch me with gentle hands, brushing them over me like I was so breakable. In his place was this raw energy, feverous need and lust, swirling around us. And to be completely fucking honest, I was giving in to its magic.
My body was begging, pleading, for Wrench to take me any which way he damn well liked.
I couldn’t even remember how long it had been since I’d been thoroughly fucked, and with the way Wrench was, I couldn’t wait to see if he’d treat me like a princess, or fuck me like a whore. Maybe even a mixture of the both.
Pressing my hips forward, I hoped he’d take it as a note and dip his fingers beneath the thin material that was keeping me from reaching any kind of peak.
He pulled back, his lazy smirk letting me know that he had indeed been aware of my forward actions. “You want me to touch you?”
I nodded, swallowing past the lump in my throat as he moved his hand from my neck and slowly moved it down over my chest, so achingly slow that I couldn’t even predict where it was going to land.
“Say it, I wanna hear you say the words.”
I licked my lips, they were already plump and bruised from his kisses. “I want you… to touch me.”
“Mmmm…” he groaned. “And what is it that you want me to touch, Sugar?”
Holy fuck, this asshole.
I frowned. “Wrench, just… touch me.” I was breathless and needy and very well aware of the fact that I’d gone from responsible parent to complete and utter slut within a few minutes. But, God, I just wanted him to touch me.
“Say it,” he snapped, his movements halting and making me whimper in disappointment.
“Wrench…”
“Tootsie Roll…”
Growling low in my throat, I finally snapped, my needy pussy just wanting so badly to feel him. “Touch my pussy, please. Rub me, fuck me… something.”
With his hands both in my lap now, he used one to pull my bikini bottom to the side, while the other took the most deliciously long and earth shattering swipe through my wet folds, flicking over my throbbing clit.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, turning my head to look in his eyes.
They were burning, consuming me with need and passion. “You gonna come for me?”
Oh God, I was, and it wasn’t going to take long. It had been years. Years and years of nights alone with my battery operated friends and my hand. Having Wrench touch me felt utterly divine, here in the open, his finger strumming me like a damn guitar.
“Yes,” I moaned, thrusting my hips forward as he used two fingers to penetrate me. “Fuck! Damn it.”
He groaned, “You’re so damn wet. I wish I could get my cock out and just slip right inside you.”
My hips with a mind of their own began to grind against his hand, my hands latching onto his arms and my nails digging into his skin. I remembered thinking how painful it must have been, but I was simply too high to care.
My muscles all began to curl as I imagined him pulling his cock from his pants and just filling me to the brim. “Oh God, I’m gonna come.” My muscles all started to clench and I felt a wave of pleasure begin to wash over me. I struggled to breathe, biting down on my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. My back arched and I squirmed in his hold, but he didn’t let up, whispering in my ear, encouraging me to ride the wave and let it take me away.
Out of breath and tingling, I leaned back against Wrench’s chest, my head lying against his shoulder as my body continued to shudder in the afterglow of my orgasm.
“So fucking beautiful.” Wrench smirked, pressing a light kiss to my cheek.
I blushed, but as he pulled back, I captured his lips with mine with the only way I knew how to say… well… fucking wow.
He chuckled softly, raising his hand to his mouth, his tongue snaking out and lapping at the two fingers he held up. “Mmm…” he groaned.
My mouth hung open, I knew what he was tasting as his eyes drifted closed and he sucked them into his mouth.
Me.
He was tasting me.
