I know she is at the shop before I even see her. I swear I can smell her, can see the lines of her curves, taste the flavor of her pussy on my tongue. Hell, I’ve tasted her since we left that office and I held her close as we faced the bar. Everyone knew what we’d done, what I’d done to her.

Their focus had been on us, the surprise clear on their faces.

I didn’t give a fuck. I pulled Lola closer, had my hand right on her luscious ass, and let every bastard know that she was mine.

“Someone’s here to see you,” Rocco calls out.

I roll out from under the car, my body covered in grease and sweat, my focus on the hot little ass in front of me. Lola stands there in these cutoff shorts, her long legs tanned, creamy, and so fucking smooth. I let my gaze travel up her thighs, over the small patch of denim that covers her delicious, sweet pussy, over her midriff that’s shown, and up to her generous breasts.

Fuck, ever since I had my mouth on her cunt, felt her grinding her pussy on my lips, riding me like she was dying to get off, all I can think about is shoving my cock deep in her and tearing through her cherry.

I stand and grab a towel to wipe off the grease and sweat from my face. She’s looking so fucking good I can’t even think straight at the moment. All I can imagine is having my face buried between her thighs, eating her out until she comes all over my face. I want to do it over and over again, make her sore, sensitive because of my lips and tongue.

“Hey,” she says softly, and glances down as if she’s embarrassed.

I move closer to her, lift her head up with a finger under her chin, and lean in an inch. “Baby, those pink cheeks aren’t necessary. I’ve had my mouth all over your virgin cunt, tasted your sweet arousal and claimed you as mine already.” Her cheeks turn even redder.

I take her hand and lead her back to the office, shutting the door once we are inside. I can see that she's nervous, her pulse beating rapidly right below her ear. I want to run my tongue over it, feel how fast her heart is actually beating, taste her skin and memorize every part of her.

I wait for her to say something, tell me what she desires. I made myself perfectly clear the other night when I had my face between her thighs. Now it's up to Lola to make the next move.

She clears her throat and looks down at the ground, and I watch her cheeks become even pinker. I'm embarrassing her, but I like that. I like that she's on edge, that I make her feel this way.

I step closer and lift her chin up again with my finger, wanting to look in her eyes, wanting to let her know without actually saying anything that I’ll give her whatever she wants.

She licks her lips, and I watch her tongue dart out and smooth over the pouty flesh. I want to see that mouth wrapped around my cock, her cheeks hollowed as her head moves up and down along the shaft.

“Tell me what you want, Lola. Tell me and it's yours.”

She inhales slightly, and when she exhales, her warm, sweet breath moves along my neck. She looks up at me with this wide, innocent and vulnerable expression.

“I want what we did at the office. I want more of that, want to go further.”

I watch as her pupils dilate, the darkness eating up the lighter color. I lean down close so our faces are at the same level. “Do you want me to take you back to my house, strip you naked, and touch every inch of your body?” She nods slowly, her breathing increasing. “Do you want me to spread those pretty thighs of yours, place my big fucking cock at your pussy hole, and push right through that cherry of yours?”

“Oh. God.”

She closes her eyes and I move my hand behind her head, steadying her. I feel her relax against me, and pull her impossibly closer to me. Then I move my mouth to her ear and say softly, “I'm going to pick you up tonight, take you back to my house, and fuck you until you can't walk straight.” I pull back, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at me.

There's some noise outside the office and she looks over to the side, the worry on her face clear.

“Or we can do it right here. I can push the shit off the table, bend you over, remove these little shorts of yours, and plunge my cock deep in your tight little body.”

“You really don't care if anybody hears us, or what we are doing, do you?”

I shake my head slowly. “Lola, when it comes to you I want the whole fucking world to know that you're mine and what I do with you...to you.” Then I lean in and kiss her harshly, plunging my tongue between her lips and making her see that my words are a promise. When I break away we are both breathing hard and heavy. “Tonight, Lola. Tonight you'll fully be mine.”