Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Kira.” Her name comes out on a huff of air. I can’t stay in the role of mechanic, not when her gorgeous pussy is dripping with desire, all for me.
“See,” she says. “So wet. The more you touch me, Mr. Barrett, the wetter I seem to get.”
Fuck, Kira.
I stroke a finger through the soaking wet folds of her beautiful pussy and she moans. When I bring that finger to my mouth, my eyes locked to hers as I lick it clean of her juices, she whispers my name with a tortured voice.
“Gonna need more data.”
She spreads her legs wider as I kneel between them and slide her so close to the edge of the table that she’s barely on it. I bury my face in her pussy and plunge my tongue inside her, fluttering against her inner walls before pulling out to lick her clit.
“My god, Boyd.” She wriggles against me as I hold her tight and drive her wild.
She’s sweet and delicious. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted. So fucking delicious.
My tongue works up a frenzy, but when Kira starts to get close, I pull back and pull myself together enough to say, “Everything’s working fine, ma’am, but you need a pressure release.”
“Hell yeah, I do,” she pants, letting out a laugh.
She tries to pull my head back to her, but I hold firm. “You trying to rush me, or do you want this job done right?”
CHAPTER 31
GRIZZ
Her head falls back as I carefully slide a finger inside her. She’s tight, but so wet, it goes in easily. Her muscles clench, narrowing her channel as I drag my finger back. As I press in again, her hips roll to meet me.
We get a gentle rhythm going, and I test out another finger, sliding my middle one inside her next to my forefinger. She groans and squeezes again, and when I bring my mouth to her clit, she moans my name.
I suck her clit between my lips, earning a string of muttered expletives on ragged breath, until Kira stiffens, hands clamped around my ears, hot pussy pressing into my face. I keep an arm wrapped around her hips as her body quivers, then pulses, her pussy throbbing around my fingers, her sweet juices flooding my lips.
I keep licking as she rides her peak, and when she starts to come down, I do double time, sending her up and over again.
“Boyd, ohmygod, Boyd!”
I keep licking and stroking, never more proud of any work I’ve done in this shop.
When she wriggles back, reaching that ticklish point, I ease out of her, lick my lips, and gather her into a hug as she goes limp against me. Her heart pounds against my chest as her breath warms my neck.
As she recovers, I rub her back, making sure she stays warm.
“Boyd.” She slides a hand to my cheek and pulls me into a kiss. It’s like something new, now that everything’s shifted between us. “Boyd, that felt so good.”
“I’m glad. God, Kira, you’re so beautiful.” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her shoulders.
She giggles as she nuzzles against me. “I’ll bet you say that to all your workshop projects.”
“Only my favorite ones,” I tease, reaching for her sweater. “I’d like to keep you naked forever, but you’d catch a chill.”
She waves off her bra, but lets me slip her sweater back over her head. I bring her off the workbench and help her put on her underwear and pants. “Ready to head to the house?”
I was in the middle of something when she came in here to talk, but I can’t remember what that was, and no longer care whatsoever.
“We’re not done out here,” she says.
I blink at her. “What do you mean?”
She grabs a handful of the front of my shirt and pulls me to her. “I’ve been thinking of apprenticing out here. I was watching you closely, and I’m ready to run some diagnostics of my own.”
While her words are still sinking in, she falls to her knees and slides a hand over the fly of my pants, immediately reawakening the sleeping monster that only finally stopped straining to get out a few minutes ago.
She works at my zipper with her other hand, but I move to stop her. “You don’t have to do that. It’s probably getting late.”
I’ve lost all fucking track of time, something I never do.
She pushes my hand away. “I know I don’t have to. This isn’t a transaction.” She undoes the snap and starts to pull down my zipper. “I want to.”
“Oh.” I back up against the workbench and record another image for my mental album as she kneels in front of me and takes my cock in both hands.
“Can’t say I’ve ever worked on one this big,” she says, and I don’t know if she’s still roleplaying or what, but my pride swells as big as my member.