Wrench

8 - He sets me on fire

Elie

I haven’t even gotten the key in the door before Wrench is pushing me back against it with my arms held above my head. He kissed me hard. He seems fevered, hot, and desperate for me, and I’m desperate for him, too.

I never thought it would feel like this. I thought I could trick Wrench into sleeping with me, make it look and feel good for him, and act the part I needed to play. However, there is no acting right now because I want him so badly.

“How am I meant to get through the next hour when I can’t even get through the damn door without wanting inside of you?”

“I want you inside of me, Wrench,” I admit.

He groans deep in his throat while watching me unlock the door. He doesn’t let go of me as he pushes me inside my room. He holds me tight against his hard body, so tight I can feel the pressure of his erect coc.k against my c**t. It’s so powerful that I know I’ll cu.m if he holds me like this any longer.

Wrench kicks the door closed with his foot, spins me around, and pushes me back against it. He slides down my body, and the feeling of his lips on me is out of this world. I crave his touch so badly, and I don’t understand why.

Wrench slides his hands along my thighs. He unzips my jeans and drags them down my legs. I look him in the eye, and he smirks while stripping me below the waist, exposing me fully to him. I am nervous, but I cannot stop this now. I am all in, regardless of what comes next.

I keep my eyes on him as he kisses my inner right thigh. Then his tongue touches my folds, and I gasp. He parts my puss.y lips, and I’m on fire. His tongue feels so warm against my c**t.

“Oh, God!” I grab Wrench’s hair in my fists, pulling him to me, guiding him to where I want him. “Lick me right there.” My right-hand slams back against the door, and I have no clue how I’m still on my feet. Everything inside of me feels tighter than it ever has before. “Oh, fuc.k, yes!”

“You have a beautiful puss.y, and you taste so good.” He mumbles around me.

“Please, please, I need to cu.m!” I do, so badly it burns right at my core. His tongue is going turbo on my puss.y, and my body can’t handle it.

Wrench pulls my tender c**t between his lips, and I shatter around him hard and fast, my body bucking against the door.

I don’t even have time to breathe before Wrench is on his feet and frantically stripping me of the rest of my clothes. He touches my shoulder, down my arm, and across my stomach. There’s something so majestic about how Wrench touches my skin; he looks lost in his own world.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a whisper of a voice.

Wrench doesn’t answer; he kisses me with so much passion while pulling off his clothes in a hurry. He steps back from me with a smirk on his face. Wrench is certainly not shy of his body, and he has every right to be proud of it because he is utterly beautiful. I was right about all those muscles. He has such a refined six-pack and pectorals, bulging biceps, and a hotter-than-hot V-shape leading down to his beautifully thick, long, and hard coc.k. I gulp at the size of it!

I’ve heard men brag about their big dick.s many times, but I’ve never, until this moment, seen one as beautifully big and thick as this man’s. He has to be at least nine inches! No, I’m not kidding.

I take him in my hand and rub the length of him up and down slowly. I want to suck his coc.k so badly, but as if he can read my mind, he shakes his head with a smirk on his face. “Not this night, beautiful. This is all about you.”

God help me. I think I might explode!

God, am I really going to do this?

Am I going to give my virginity to the first biker I come across to get information about my mother’s death?

Yes, actually, I am, and I won’t feel guilty about it. It could be worse; Wrench could be an old, weed-smoking alcoholic. Luckily for me, he isn’t.

Wrench pushes me back onto the bed, his eyes locked with mine the whole time. I can feel his rock-hard coc.k leaking pre-cu.m against my thigh, and it makes me groan loudly.

“Are you ready for me, Elie?” I nod erratically. My heart is beating too fast, I’m terrified of what’s about to happen, but I don’t want him to stop, that much I do know.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my long legs around his waist. “Take me,” I whisper against his lips right before they hit mine, and he kisses me like an animal.

I groan, my eyes rolling, as he slides a finger inside of me. I bite my lip when he adds another, stretching me out for him.

“I have to fuc.k you now.” He mumbles against my cheek.

I nod, unable to speak. I close my eyes at the sound of tearing foil. I can hear him rolling the condom over his beautiful coc.k, and I know without a doubt that I want this. I have never wanted anything more.

I whimper as he slides his coc.k over my c**t. I’m so sensitive that I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle this, and his coc.k feels huge against me, thick and long. If I'm honest, I’m a little scared of what’s to come, but I don’t want to stop this.

“Wrench...” I groan as his mouth finds my elongated right nippl.e. I can’t cope with all of these sensations he’s sending through my body, it’s too much, and it’s so good. This is so confusing. My mind is telling me it’s enough, but my body is telling me it’s not. “Wrench, please,”

He lets out a grunt before dragging his teeth over my nippl.e and sending me over the edge yet again.

Oh, God!

My head is somewhere in the clouds, and I can’t catch my breath.

How did he make me cu.m like that?

I’m throbbing and shaking all over.

“Are you ready?” Whether I am or not doesn’t matter, Wrench is already sliding the tip of his coc.k inside of me, in and out slowly, just the tip.

I nod as best I can in answer to his question. I can do nothing else because I’m holding my breath!

“You’re so fuckin.g beautiful, Elie.” He breathes against my neck.

“Wrench, please, I want you now.”

My head falls back against the pillow with a groan when he sucks on my nipple.s again, biting them this time, and pushing himself deeper into me. I scream when I feel my hymen tear.

“Fuc.k!” Wrench yells, stops moving, and looks down at me. “You’re a virgin?”

“I was.” I shrug. I see the anger in his eyes. Okay, maybe I should’ve told him, but I didn’t, and I’m too wound up, wet, and wanting for him to pull away from me now. “Please don’t be angry.”

“You should’ve... Shi.t!” I won’t let him pull away from me. That’s why I squeeze my puss.y around him. I reach between us and stroke him. Fuc.k, he’s not even fully inside of me. “Goddamn, Elie, you’re so tight.” Wrench holds my thighs apart, pushing himself in and out as I beg him to fuc.k me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he pushes deeper and deeper, stretching me until he’s balls deep inside of me, my ass in his hands as he pumps harder.

Christ almighty, this is so good. Every part of me is clenching, every muscle tight.

“Oh, God, you’re so deep.” I gasp. I can hardly breathe. He’s so deep inside of me that I can feel him hitting my cervix with force. God, I’m losing my mind!

“You were made to be fucke.d by me.” I know it’s all talk, but it’s pushing me so high I feel like I’m about to explode out of my skin!

He sits back on his heels and smirks at me. Holding my thighs in his hands, he fuck.s me harder than before.

“Wrench! Oh, God. Please!” It feels so good! The way he’s now shaking me up and down in quick succession by my thighs like I’m a rag doll means the head of his coc.k is rubbing me in all the right places, and I cannot hold on!

“Come on, Elie. Cu.m for me.”

My core tightens, my thighs lock, and my toes curl as I cu.m so hard I can’t see, breathe, or hear anything. Every one of my senses is heightened to the point of no return. I can feel myself floating away.

“Jesus, fuc.k!” I hear Wrench hiss while pushing himself deeper into me, holding me still while he comes hard and fast. Then everything is quiet.

“Hey, you.” I open my heavy eyes to the feeling of Wrench’s fingertips against my cheek. He’s no longer inside of me, but right next to me. “You passed out there for a while.”

“I did?” He fucke.d me until I passed out!

“For about a minute and a half.” He softly strokes my sweat-soaked hair from my forehead and kisses my lips. “Never fucke.d a girl ’til she passed out before.” He chuckles proudly. I smile at him; it’s all I can do right now; my whole body is in pain but relaxed simultaneously. “I know I keep saying it, but you’re so beautiful, Elie.”

I smile because when he said that, I believed it.

“I’m tired.”

He chuckles. “Yeah? Well, you’ve got an hour to rest up because I am not done with you by a long shot.”

My eyes widen.

Oh God, he’s going to fuc.k me all night, I can see the mischief dancing in his beautiful eyes!

God help me.