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Mechanic’s Greasy Hands: part 2

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last update 게시일: 2026-06-06 16:02:35

The tow truck rumbled to a stop inside Colt’s isolated auto shop on the edge of nowhere. My car was already up on the lift, hanging helplessly in the air. The place smelled like motor oil, metal, and pure masculinity.

Colt killed the engine and looked over at me, his eyes dark. “Get out. Sit on the workbench.”

I obeyed, my legs shaky as I hopped down and sat on the edge of his cluttered wooden workbench. Tools, rags, and greasy parts surrounded me. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, castin
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  • Irresistible Cravings   part 3

    I reached. Shaky. Phone in one hand. His cock stayed buried deep. Face against the glass. Ass up. His hand on the back of my neck. Holding me there. The street was right outside. People walking. I typed one-handed.**Me: Set. All good. Leaving soon.**Sent. He didn’t stop. Just thrust. Hard. Silent. The case rattled. Soft. His eyes on me in the reflection. Dark. Waiting.“You told them it’s set,” he said. Quiet. Rough. “While I’m this deep inside you.”“You told me to.”“And you did.” He started fucking me. Harder. The glass fogged. “Good girl.”He thrust steady. Deep. His cum from the table leaked out around him. Down my thighs. Onto the floor. Onto the case. I could hear it. Feel it. He was thick. Every stroke dragged. The barista. Inside me. Bent over the pastry case. Windows right there. Street still busy. He knew it. Fucked me steady. His mouth on my shoulder. Biting. Soft. His fingers on my clit. Rubbing. Messy.“They’re walking by,” he said. Low. “And you’re dripping on the gla

  • Irresistible Cravings   part 2

    I reached. Shaky. Phone in one hand. His cock stayed buried deep. Face down on the prep table. Ass up. His hand in my hair. Holding me there. I typed one-handed.**Me: Still here. Setting it now. All good.**Sent. He didn’t stop. Just thrust. Hard. Silent. The table creaked. Soft. His eyes on me over my shoulder. Dark. Waiting.“You told them you’re setting it,” he said. Quiet. Rough. “While I’m this deep inside you.”“You told me to.”“And you did.” He started fucking me. Harder. The metal rattled. “Good girl.”He thrust steady. Deep. His cum from the counter leaked out around him. Down my thighs. Onto the floor. I could hear it. Feel it. He was thick. Every stroke dragged. The barista. Inside me. Bent over the prep table. Windows right there. Street still busy. He knew it. Fucked me steady. His mouth on my shoulder. Biting. Soft. His fingers on my clit. Rubbing. Messy.“They’re walking by,” he said. Low. “And you’re dripping on the floor. Just from taking it.”“I know.”“And you sti

  • Irresistible Cravings   story 44: The Barista’s After-Hours

    “Last one,” he said. “Then we lock up.”The shop was empty. Lights half-off. Street still busy outside. People walking past the windows. I was wiping the counter. He was counting the drawer. Apron off. Black T-shirt. Eyes on me. On the short skirt. On my legs. He’d asked me to stay. Help close. Just us.“Almost done,” I said.“Good.” He walked over. Didn’t touch yet. Just looked. At the way I bent. At the way the skirt rode up. “You’ve been shifting all night. Dropping things. Something on your mind?”“Just tired.”“Liar.” His hand landed on my lower back. Warm. Firm. Pressed. “Up. On the counter. Now.”I did. Hopped up. The marble was cold. He stepped between my legs. Close. The heat of him. His palm slid up my thigh. Under the skirt. Found me. No panties. Wet. He groaned. Low. Pushed one finger inside. Easy. I gasped. The counter creaked. Soft. He fucked me with his finger. Slow. Steady.“Soaked,” he said. “Just from closing. Or from knowing I’d lock the door?”“Both.”“Honest.” He

  • Irresistible Cravings   part 3

    The phone kept buzzing.His cock stayed buried deep. My legs open on his bed. His hands on my thighs. Holding them. The sheets were already wet. From the shower. From us. I reached. Shaky. Hit speaker. His eyes on me. Dark. Waiting.“Elena?” The assistant again. “Sorry. One more thing. He might come back early after all. Just a heads-up. Keep the place ready.”He thrust. Hard. Silent. My breath caught. I bit the pillow.“Got it,” I said. Voice thin. Steady enough. “I’ll make sure everything’s perfect.”“Great. Thanks. Night.”Click. He didn’t pull out. Just looked at me. Small smile. Sharp.“Everything’s perfect,” he said. Quiet. Rough. “While I’m this deep inside you.”“You told me to answer.”“And you did.” He started fucking me. Harder. The bed creaked. “Good girl.”He thrust steady. Deep. His cum from the shower leaked out around him. Down my ass. Onto the sheets. I could hear it. Feel it. He was thick. Every stroke dragged. The owner. Inside me. In his bed. While his assistant be

  • Irresistible Cravings   part 2

    The phone kept ringing.His cock stayed buried deep. His hand stayed over my mouth. I was against the tile. Hands flat. Water running down my back. His hips flush against me. Steam everywhere. The phone sat on the counter. Just outside the glass. His assistant. Checking on the house. On me. He didn’t move. Just throbbed. Once. Hard. Then he rolled his hips. Slow. Deep. I made a tiny sound into his palm. He pressed harder.The ringing stopped. Voicemail. He waited. Then took his hand off my mouth. Didn’t pull out.“You stayed quiet,” he said against my ear. “Even when it was ringing.”“You told me to.”“And you listened.” He pulled back halfway and slid in again. Deep. Water splashed. Soft. “Good girl.”He started fucking me. Harder now. The tile was cold under my hands. His hands on my hips. Pulling me back onto every stroke. The wet sound was low under the water. He was thick. I could feel every inch. The owner. Inside me. In his shower. Two weeks early. He knew it. Fucked me steady.

  • Irresistible Cravings   story 44: The House Sitter

    The water was hot.I didn’t hear the front door. Didn’t hear the footsteps. Just the shower. Steam. My hands on the tile. Eyes closed. House-sitting for two more weeks. His place. Big. Empty. Quiet. Until the glass door opened.“Elena.”His voice. Low. Rough from the flight. I froze. Didn’t turn. Just stood there. Naked. Water running down my back. He was supposed to be in Tokyo until the 28th. Except he was right behind me. Close. The heat of him. Not just the water.“You’re early,” I said.“Deal closed.” He stepped in. Fully. The door clicked shut. His hands landed on my hips. Warm. Firm. Didn’t move them. Just held. “You didn’t hear me.”“I was—”“Don’t.” His palm slid over my ass. Squeezed. Hard. Water made it slick. “You’ve been sleeping in my bed. Wearing my shirts. Walking around like you live here. Knowing I might come back.”My stomach tightened. “Marcus—”“Don’t turn around.” His fingers slid between my legs. Found me wet. Not just from the shower. He pushed one inside. Easy

  • Irresistible Cravings   The CEO’s Filthy Deadline: Part 5

    The front door clicked open with a soft beep. My eyes snapped open. I was still completely naked in Damien's massive bed, his cum from last night dried on my thighs."Damien?" a woman's voice called out from the living room. Sharp. Annoyed. "Babe, I'm early. The flight got in sooner than expected."

  • Irresistible Cravings   The CEO’s Filthy Deadline: Part 4

    The elevator doors opened straight into Damien's penthouse and I stepped out, my short black dress barely covering my ass. No panties, just like he ordered. The cool air hit my bare pussy with every step, making me clench."Damien?" I called out, my voice echoing in the massive space.He appeared f

  • Irresistible Cravings   The CEO’s Filthy Deadline: Part 2

    Damien snatched the phone off the desk, his fingers still slick from me. "What?" he snapped into the receiver, voice like ice.I stayed bent over the glass desk, skirt bunched around my waist, legs trembling. My panties were soaked, my pussy still pulsing from that brutal orgasm. I could hear a wom

  • Irresistible Cravings   Book 1: The CEO’s Filthy Deadline

    "Get in here now, Mia. My office. Don't make me wait."Damien Voss's voice cut through the speaker on my desk like a whip. My heart slammed against my ribs as I grabbed the report folder with shaky hands. The entire floor was empty. Just me and him on a Friday night, the city lights glittering thro

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