My body was still shaking, slumped against the workbench, my p***y dripping from the orgasm Jace tore out of me. Oil and c*m slicked my thighs, the garage’s sharp scent of metal and grease thick in the air. The wrench handle, still warm from my heat, lay beside me, a filthy promise of more.
Jace’s fingers stayed on my ass, spreading my cheeks, his touch rough and possessive. I glanced back, his eyes dark with hunger, his c**k straining against his jeans. My c**t throbbed, ready for him to wreck me again.
“You’re a f*****g slut for this, aren’t you?” he growled, smacking my ass hard. The sting made me moan, my p***y clenching, soaking the bench. I nodded, shameless, wanting everything he’d give.
He yanked his tank top off, revealing a chest slick with sweat and grease. His hands grabbed
