A Quick Check

Avery Black totals her fender on the way back, and Little Puck—the EMT next door—catches the whole thing. He hauls her inside, strips her clothes for a fast check. Hands glide over skin, pressing here, testing there. Her breath hitches every time those calloused fingers brush tit or thigh. The ache between her legs spikes, wet heat spreading fast. Finished with the legit medical stuff, she grins up at him, shameless, “You gonna fuck me stupid or what?” Little Puck’s eyes flash; two seconds later he’s shoving her against the couch, ripping her panties to the side, slamming in balls-deep and pounding her like he’s trying to finish the job the crash started.