Knocked up by the Mechanic

I nodded again without talking.

His big rough hands covered my hips like paws as he took control of my whole pelvis. He lifted me up and lined up the head of his cock with my entrance. I made a little peep when the helmeted head of his massive dick entered me. Wyatt reached around and slapped my pussy like it was punishment for me acting like a baby.

My feet were off the floor as he slowly lowered me down along his rock solid length. I whimpered the whole time, unsure if I could take a penis this huge. Wyatt wasn’t just stunning in length, his cock was thick and filled me completely, stretched me to the very limit of what I could handle.

When he sensed it was too tight, he rubbed my clit and tugged on my erect nipples until the waves of orgasm began to appear again. My body flooded with more lubricant every time and he entered me deeper and deeper.

Within a few minutes, I had his whole massive cock pulsing inside me. My feet hit the soft carpet and Wyatt kept his hands on the curve where my hips flared into my ass.

“Ride me, Harley,” he said gruffly. Then he sat back and propped his hands behind himself, arms locked at the elbows. “Let me see your ass bounce. Pull up enough, so I can see my dick slide in and out,” he demanded. His demands turned me on, his rough voice hit straight to my clit. I put my hands on his knees for support and started to bounce my ass as I slid up and down on his pole. When his body was flush with mine, the head of his cock massaged my G-spot in this position and I cried out with every thrust. I bounced up and down trying so hard not to come.

“Harley, you can come if you want to.” He sat forward and slapped my clit and I detonated like a bomb. I keened and wailed as my pussy contracted like a fist around his fat dick, milking and clenching and releasing and trembling. I shook from head to toe as he fucked me hard and fast all the way through the endless waves of pleasure. As soon as I thought one was finished, another overtook me and my pussy pulsated as he fucked me.

Finally, as I was coming down, my head still high in the clouds of lust, Wyatt pulled out and stood, stroking his own huge cock in his big rough hand.

“Baby, get on your knees, close your eyes, and open your mouth.”

I did as I was told and Wyatt continued to jerk his shaft just centimeters from my face. He placed his fist on my chin as the first hot threads of semen hit my forehead, nose, and lips. He pulled back and unleashed more ribbons of his cum across my neck and my tits.

“God!” he gritted out. I opened my eyes and licked my lips. He brought the head of his cock to my mouth and rubbed the tip across my lips. My tongue darted out and swirled around the head. Wyatt tapped the head of his cock twice on my chin. Then he stepped toward the bed, let himself fall face first and yelled into the covers.

“I can die now, Harley Brooks. Get your fucking gun and kill me.”

Instead, I used my nearby robe to wipe the pearls of semen from my face and neck. Then I tossed it across the room and crawled into my bed. Wyatt turned and pulled me into his arms, all the way to his chest.

“Little vixen,” he said as he kissed my ear and my temple.

I fell asleep on his chest the minute my eyes closed.

Chapter 8

WYATT

The sound of the trucks pulling into the driveway was what pulled me from sleep. I’d knocked out so hard that when I woke up, it took me a second to realize where I was. But her sweet little body wrapped around mine told me all I needed to know and I smiled before I mouthed, fuck, and threw back the covers. Two minutes in the shower was all I could afford and I lamented washing her scent along with stains of her arousal down the drain. I’d rather bathe in Harley’s love making than shower it off. I stepped into yesterday’s clothes and raced down the grand staircase. Mrs. Patterson was at the bottom with a feather duster in hand, attacking a marble bust of some of Brook's ancestors.

“Wyatt Dunne,” she remarked under her breath. But her mouth hung open speechless as I forced my feet into my shoes.

“Morning, Mrs. Patterson.” I flashed her a grin.

“Power came back on at seven,” she offered.

“Can you put on coffee for the men from the transport?” I asked her before I slipped out the door.