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Forbidden Drip (1)

Forbidden Drip (1)

Elena’s POV

I knew I was playing with fire the moment I stepped into Marcus’s garage that night, but something twisted and hungry inside me wouldn’t let me turn back.

I had worn the short yellow sundress like he told me to with nothing underneath. The thin fabric brushed against my bare breasts and teased my already sensitive n*****s with every step. My heart pounded hard as I walked across the concrete floor, feeling the cool air kiss the slick heat between my thighs.

Marcus was waiting. He stood by his workbench, wiping grease from his big, rough hands with an old rag. He was more than forty years old and he was all solid muscle and quiet power, he was the kind of man who fixed cars and broken things without breaking a sweat. His dark eyes lifted and slowly dragged over my body, taking in the way the dress clung to my curves and barely covered the tops of my thighs.

“You showed up,” he said, his voice low and rough like gravel. “Good girl.”

Heat rushed through me at those simple words. I stopped a few feet away, suddenly very aware that I was completely bare under the thin cotton. I had no bra or panties on. It was just my skin and my growing wetness.

“My rent’s late again,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. “You said we could… work something out.”

Marcus tossed the rag aside and stepped closer. He was so much bigger than me with his broad shoulders and strong arms that made me feel small and fragile. His hand settled on my hip, his fingers pressing in possessively through the fabric.

“Yeah, we can work something out,” he murmured. “The kind where you bend over that workbench and let me use that pretty body until the debt is settled.”

A shiver ran straight down my spine and settled between my legs. This was insane. He was my landlord, more than twenty years older than me, and I was about to trade s*x for rent. The sheer wrongness of it made my p***y throb and grow even wetter.

I didn’t say no.

Marcus turned me around without another word and guided me toward the sturdy wooden workbench. He bent me over it, pressing my chest against the rough surface. The wood was cool against my breasts through the thin dress. He flipped the hem of my sundress up to my waist, exposing my bare ass and the slick, swollen lips of my p***y.

“f**k,” he breathed, sounding almost surprised. “Look at you. Already dripping down your thighs before I’ve even started.”

His thick fingers traced along my wet folds, spreading the slickness. Two of them pushed inside me slowly, stretching my tight walls. I moaned softly, pushing back against his hand as he curled his fingers and stroked that sensitive spot deep inside. The wet, slippery sounds of his fingers moving in and out filled the garage.

“You’re so f*****g tight,” he muttered. “This greedy little cunt is sucking my fingers like it’s starving.”

He added a third finger, opening me wider while his thumb found my swollen c**t and circled it with slow, firm pressure. Pleasure built fast and hot in my belly. My moans grew louder, echoing off the concrete walls. Marcus leaned over me, his hard c**k pressing against my ass through his jeans.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” he said against my ear. “Coming here knowing I was going to f**k you raw to cover your rent.”

I couldn’t lie. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaky with need. “I have.”

He pumped his fingers faster, f*****g me deeper, his thumb rubbing my c**t in tight circles. My legs started to tremble. The pressure inside me coiled tighter and tighter until I was right on the edge.

Marcus suddenly pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered at the loss. He unzipped his jeans and I heard the heavy sound of his thick c**k slapping against my ass. It was big, long and girthy, the head already slick with precum.

He rubbed the blunt tip up and down my soaked slit, teasing my entrance. “Beg for it, Elena. Beg your landlord to f**k you like the desperate girl you are.”

My voice came out breathy and broken. “Please… f**k me. Use me however you want. I’ll pay with my body.”

Marcus gripped my hips tightly and thrust forward in one powerful stroke. His thick c**k stretched me wide open, filling me completely until his heavy balls rested against my c**t. The burn was delicious. I gasped loudly, fingers digging into the workbench as he bottomed out inside me.

He didn’t go slow. He started f*****g me with deep, hard strokes right away, his hips slamming against my ass. Each thrust drove me forward against the wood, my breasts bouncing inside the sundress. The wet, filthy slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the garage. His thick c**k pounded into my soaked p***y over and over, hitting deep with every stroke.

“Take it all,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Take every inch while you pay off what you owe.”

I pushed back to meet his thrusts, moaning shamelessly. The angle let him hit that perfect spot inside me again and again. Pleasure built fast and intense and I felt my p***y clench around his girth, dripping down his balls and onto the concrete floor.

Marcus reached around and rubbed my c**t with rough fingers while he kept pounding me relentlessly. “Come on my c**k,” he ordered. “Soak it like a good little tenant.”

The command pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me hard and sudden. I cried out, my body shaking violently as my p***y spasmed and gushed around his thick shaft. Fresh wetness flooded out, running down my thighs in warm streams. He f****d me through every wave, never slowing down, drawing out the intense pleasure until my legs felt like jelly.

When the last tremor finally faded, Marcus pulled out slowly, his c**k glistening with my juices. He was still rock hard, thick veins pulsing along the shaft.

He flipped me onto my back on the workbench, spreading my legs wide open. His eyes burned with dark hunger as he looked down at my dripping, well-used p***y.

“We’re nowhere near finished,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Not even close.”