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NASH

Grace is the most beautiful woman in the world, and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive. When she walked into my shop, my whole life changed. And now it’s about to change again. I’m about to make her mine forever.

Her cheeks are flushed from the heat and the expectation of what’s about to happen. Her eyes are locked on mine like I’m the only man in the universe. And if she wants to look at me like that, then I’ll damn sure be that .

She lies beneath me on my filthy workbench, looking like a dream come true. She deserves better than this–fresh linens and light from a crystal chandelier, not some old work lamps. But she begged for it, so I’m gonna give it to her.

The crown of my cock is pressed between her soaked folds, gently spreading her open just enough to give me a feel of what’s to come. Her breasts rise and fall with each expectant breath, and her hands grip the edge of the bench in preparation.

This moment is ours. It’s been building and building since the moment she stepped out of that fancy Rolls Royce that’s sitting just a few feet away from us. She may have not known it, but she wanted me then, and she wants me now. She needs me now.

And I need her.

“Here it comes, princess,” I tell her, smiling softly as I push forward.

I feel her acceptance in the way her thighs part wider for me.

The way she tilts her hips to the best angle to take me in.

The way her lips part and her mouth opens and her eyes stare at me with a look of disbelief but also swollen with pleasure as I press my rock-hard cock into her virgin hole.

I groan as I feel her tight walls stretch around my girth. I grab her breasts, hard and hungry, holding the soft, perky flesh like it belongs to me. It does. All of Grace belongs to me now.

“Good girl,” I tell her as I press more of my inches into her hot, slick pussy. “You take it so fucking well.”

“Do I, Daddy?” she mewls, her face so adorable as she looks up at me. I nod, thrusting deeper. She flinches, and I feel her cherry break.

“That’s it,” I soothe her, caressing her cheeks with my hands. “Now you’re mine.”

She nods, gasping for air. “Yes. Yours…”

I bring my lips to the tender spot where her jaw meets her earlobe and kiss her delicately, causing her to moan and drape her arms over my back.

I kiss down her neck, tasting the night’s rain on her skin as she traces my muscles with her fingertips.

I move lower, dragging my lips over her breasts.

I take a nipple between my lips and suck gently, and she arches into me.

My cock bottoms out inside her, and a sense of euphoria grips me. “This body was made for me, princess.”

She nods, grinding back against me. “Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”

For such an innocent little thing, I’m surprised she’s calling me Daddy. But I like it. And the word falls so naturally from her mouth that she must really be into it too.

I kiss her deeply, slowly. She’s like a perfect blend of innocence and sin, all wrapped together in one. My cock is pulsing with pleasure. It’s all I can do to keep myself from coming as I start thrusting back and forth inside her sweet little pussy.

“Do you like it, princess?”

She nods. I can see something new in her eyes now. Something that wasn’t there a moment ago. Something naughty. “Yes, Daddy. I love it.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I start to pick up the pace, biting the inside of my cheek to distract me from just how incredible she feels.

“Yes.” She nods. “I didn’t think it would fit…”

“Your body is built to take this cock, princess,” I tell her, caressing her beauty as I fuck her faster. Her breasts bounce perfectly with every stroke and her slick entrance grips me every time I withdraw. It’s like her body doesn’t want to let me pull out even a little bit.

My heart is pounding. I’m gasping for breath. Sweat falls from my face and chest down onto her, but she just grins up at me like she likes it. She’s high-society. Noble. Regal. And she’s absolutely loving being fucked filthy on my cluttered work bench. She’s perfect.

“Faster,” she tells me. Just hearing her beg for more nearly sets me off right there. I stop, deep inside, and cock my head to the side, trying desperately to focus on anything other than how incredible she feels. It should be illegal to have a pussy this good.

I take a deep breath and look at the wall. I have to keep my eyes off her beauty if I’m going to give her what she needs and be able to last more than thirty seconds.

Her walls clench down tighter as I speed up, signaling to me that she’s close.

One plus one is two. Two plus two is four. Four plus four is eight…

Maybe doing math in my head will distract me–allow me to last longer.

“Look at me, Nash,” Grace whispers.

Christ. Of course she asks right now at this moment.

I turn my head back to her but quickly bury my face in her neck and keep my eyes shut. My tools rattle on the bench with every strong thrust I give her. My head is spinning. My chest is tight as my heart beats heavily.

This is where I belong. Deep inside the woman of my dreams.

Her body quivers against mine, and she lets out a soft moan as she grabs me hard with both hands.

“I’m coming, Nash!” she cries out.

I nearly am too, but I bottom out inside her as she goes off, my pelvis flush against hers. Her slick walls pulse as she loses herself in her orgasm, and an overwhelming sense of pride rushes through me.

Yes, I did that to her .

Me. No one else.

No other man in the world could give her what I can give her. Could make her moan like she’s moaning right now. The sound of her moans in my ear is like the sweetest music ever created.

I lift myself up on my elbows and look down at her face, twisted in pleasure and a wondrous new feeling that I have given her.

She feels so fucking good. Pure bliss wrapped around my cock. Her tightness and wetness go beyond anything I could have imagined. I’ve had experience before but nothing like this. Grace goes above and beyond any woman. She is the pinnacle. The peak.

This isn’t just sex. This is ownership.

This is showing her that she belongs to me.

A new sense of vigor rushes through me, and I pick up the pace. Grace’s head lulls to the side, and she whimpers, “Nash…I’m going to pass out…”

“You’re just fine, princess,” I tell her, cradling her head in my palm, bringing my lips to her cheek. “You just came really hard, that’s all. Give yourself a second to recover.”

“Yeah,” she says softly. “ So hard…”

She’s in a daze. A post-orgasmic daze, and it’s so fucking adorable. Just to show her what else I have in store for her, I reach down between us and find that tender little button of nerves that’s slick and swollen for me. I press down with my thumb and grin as her entire body jerks.

“Oh my God, Nash!” she gasps. “Not again…”

“Yes, princess. Again. Let go, baby, and come on my cock.”

Her jaw drops open, and she shatters like a glass dropped on concrete.

I feel her orgasm pulse hard, her walls clenching around me as she cries out in desperation as waves of bliss flow through her. The sound of her coming a second time is enough to send me over the edge too.

I join her, belting out her name as I spray my seed inside her, holding her tits tightly as my balls tighten and empty into her.

She jerks again, clearly not expecting me to just go off raw inside her.

She may be na?ve, inexperienced, but we’re both adults.

We know the implications of what we’ve just done. What might happen.

But I don’t care. And I have a sneaking suspicion that neither does she.

Grace would look just as sexy with a pregnant stomach as she does now, and I would gladly be her husband and the father of her child.

It takes nearly a full minute for us to come down–to catch our breath and come to our senses. I collapse on top of her, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent as I remain inside of her, still hard.

She aimlessly strokes my hair, her voice soft as she tells me, “I didn’t know it would be so…incredible.”

I lift myself just enough so I can look into her eyes. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are red, and her eyes are glassy like she’s just been crying.

“There’s a lot more where that came from, princess,” I tell her. “And I’m never letting you go. Never.”

She smiles drunkenly up at me, her eyes lit up like fireworks. Like the most beautiful sunrise imaginable.

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

I kiss her again, deep and slow, the aftershocks of the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever experienced rolling through me like the movements of the earth’s tectonics.

We stay like that, wrapped together on the workbench, surrounded by oil and grease, kissing each other lovingly like there’s no tomorrow.

She’s too good for a place like this. Too gorgeous. Too innocent.

But she wanted me. And now she has me.

Forever .