MECHANIC’S PAYMENT
CHAPTER 1
RILEY
11:47 p.m. and I’m bent over the still-warm hood of my own car, t**s smashed against the metal, skirt rucked up to my waist, p***y stretched so wide around Jax’s monster c**k that every thrust feels like it’s rearranging my organs.
“f**k yes—harder—don’t stop—” The words rip out of me raw echoing off the half-open roll-up door into the empty side street. Anyone walking by would hear exactly what’s happening, and I don’t even care.
Jax’s huge, tattooed hands dig bruises into my hips as he slams in again, balls slapping my c**t, the wet sound obscene in the quiet garage.
“Jesus, Riley,” he growls, voice gravel and smoke. “This tight little cunt’s trying to milk me already. Are you that starved for d**k?”
“Yes—f**k—yes—” I sob, pushing back to meet hi
