MasukThe 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, casting harsh shadows across his muscular, dirty body.Colt walked over to the sink and turned on the water. He started washing his hands, black grease swirling down the drain. But after a few seconds, he stopped, looked at me, and smirked.“Fuck it,” he muttered. “I like them dirty.”He crossed the distance in three strides, greasy hands grabbing my thighs and spreading my legs wide. My sundress rode up, exposing my soaked pussy to the cool garage air.“Colt… this place is filthy,” I whispered, a shi
The engine made a horrible grinding sound before dying completely on the empty highway. I coasted to the side of the road, heart sinking as darkness surrounded me. It was well past midnight, and my phone had no signal.“Great. Just great,” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel.Headlights appeared behind me a few minutes later. A tow truck pulled up, and a tall, muscular man stepped out. Colt, according to the name stitched on his greasy work shirt. He looked like pure trouble, 32, broad shoulders, strong arms covered in tattoos and engine grease, stubble on his sharp jaw.“Car trouble?” he asked, voice deep and rough as he approached.“Yeah… it just died,” I said, stepping out of the car. My sundress felt way too short and thin under his intense stare.Colt popped the hood and leaned over the engine. His shirt rode up, revealing a strip of hard, dirty abs and the deep V of his hips. Grease smeared across his skin. Something primal stirred low in my belly as I watched those powerful
The morning of the wedding, my phone buzzed with a single text from Adrian.[Bridal suite. Now.]My hands shook as I slipped through the back hallway of the luxurious venue. I could hear the wedding party laughing and chatting nearby, stylists, bridesmaids, and Victoria herself getting ready just one room away.Adrian was waiting inside the bridal suite. The second I stepped in, he locked the door, grabbed me by the throat, and pushed me toward the elegant vanity where his fiancée would soon sit to have her makeup done.“Adrian… this is insane,” I whispered, my voice trembling with guilt. “Today is your wedding day. She’s right next door.”“I know,” he growled, spinning me around and bending me over the vanity. My breasts pressed against the marble surface where Victoria would soon be sitting. He yanked my dress up roughly and tore my panties down my legs. “That’s exactly why I need to fuck you right now.”He freed his thick cock and slammed into my already soaked pussy in one brutal
The luxury suite was filled with low laughter and the clink of glasses when Adrian finally opened the bedroom door. I was waiting exactly as he’d ordered, completely naked except for a pair of sky-high black heels, standing nervously near the massive king bed.Adrian stepped inside with two of his groomsmen behind him, both tall, handsome, and clearly already drunk on excitement.“Fuck,” one of them muttered, eyes widening as they landed on my naked body. “You weren’t kidding, Voss.”Adrian smirked, loosening his tie as he walked toward me. “Gentlemen, meet Selena. My very dedicated wedding planner. She’s been such a good girl helping plan my big day… she deserves a special reward tonight.”My cheeks burned with humiliation as the three men stared at me like I was the main entertainment. “Adrian… this is too much,” I whispered, even as my pussy throbbed with shameful need. “I planned your wedding. I shouldn’t be here like this.”He grabbed me by the throat gently and pulled me into a
My heart nearly stopped when Victoria knocked again.“Adrian? I know you’re in there. Are you okay?”Adrian pulled out of me quickly, his cum already leaking down my thighs. He yanked my dress down, shoved me toward the stall, and whispered harshly, “Hide. Now.”I slipped into the stall on shaky legs, cum dripping down my inner thighs as I quietly closed the door. Adrian fixed his pants, zipped up, and opened the main door a moment later.“Hey, babe,” he said smoothly, sounding perfectly normal. “Just needed a minute. The speech was great.”I peeked through the crack in the stall door, barely breathing. Victoria stood there in her elegant rehearsal dinner dress, looking slightly annoyed.“You’ve been gone a while,” she said, glancing around. “I thought maybe you weren’t feeling well.”“Nah, I’m good,” Adrian replied casually. “Just handling something. I’ll be right out.”Victoria lingered for a second, then sighed. “Fine. Don’t take too long. People are asking about you.”The door fin
My phone vibrated in my lap during the rehearsal dinner.Adrian: Private restroom. Now. Don’t make me wait.I glanced up nervously. His fiancée, Victoria, was standing at the front of the room giving a speech about their “perfect love story,” smiling elegantly at the guests. The entire ballroom was filled with high-society people, clinking glasses and soft laughter.My heart pounded as I slipped away from the table, pretending to head toward the main restroom. Instead, I turned down the quiet hallway toward the private one reserved for the bridal party.The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and slipped inside.Adrian was already there, leaning against the marble counter, his expensive suit pants open, his thick, hard cock out and stroking slowly. His eyes darkened the second he saw me.“Lock the door,” he ordered.I turned the lock with trembling fingers. The sounds of the party, laughter, clinking silverware, and Victoria’s voice echoing through the speakers, were still clearl







