CHAPTER 3

NOAH

“You’re so tight,” he muttered. “So fucking tight for me.”

He pulled out a little — then slammed back in.

I cried out.

He slapped my ass, the sound echoing in the shop.

“Too loud,” he warned.

He started to thrust. Harder. Deeper.

The bench rocked with us.

Oil cans rattled.

My moans turned into choked whines.

He grabbed my hips. Slammed into me.

Over and over.

“Silas— I can’t— my legs—”

He didn’t stop.

“You’ll stand ...