Curly (Hell's Handlers MC Florida Chapter 1)

He’d have his turn.

He dug his fingers into her hips, trying to keep himself from plunging up into her. But, fuck, it felt so good, and he needed her to move on him before he blew his load without a single thrust. The way her hands clutched his told him she was just as affected.

They stared at each other as she adjusted to his size with tiny rocks of her pelvis. Then, after a moment, her grip on him relaxed, and she rolled her hips. They both gasped, him because lightning shot straight from his dick up his spine.

“Feels good,” she whispered as if she was fighting to keep her voice level.

Good didn’t come close to describing the feel of her around him. “Ready for it to get even better?”

She nodded then an impish smile broke out across her face. “Let’s ride.”

Curly laughed until she lifted her hips and dropped back down on him, then he shouted a filthy string of curses that had her eyes widening.

But she wasn’t disgusted. No, she breathed out and said, “Why is it so hot when you talk like that?” Then she did it again, and they stopped speaking.

He kept his hold on her hips, helping her move over him. With each passing second, she grew more confident, moving faster and harder. Her hips gyrated in an innately sensual rhythm that squeezed and tugged his cock in all the right ways. Each time she slid down his length, his eyes tried to roll back in his head. Only through sheer force of will was he able to keep his gaze on her.

When he bridged his hips up, she cried out and launched forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders. The angle changed the way he hit inside her pussy. She squeezed him impossibly tight until he swore he saw stars.

She swiveled her hips. “So good, so good,” she chanted as she pumped him.

“Jesus.” It was the only word he could get out. Her tits dangled, swinging back and forth in an arc above his face and making his mouth water. “Gimme a taste,” he commanded as he drew his knees up. The change in position drove him even deeper into her and shifted her tits closer to his mouth.

He captured a nipple between his lips then gave it the good, hard suck she’d seemed to love the last time they were together.

Brooke whimpered then began to rock faster and harder as she chased her orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on that big cock,” he said before going for the other tit.

“Travis,” she called as she moved with frenzied purpose. “I’ve never…this is so…” She squeezed her eyes shut as she moaned and arched her back, feeding him more of her tit.

Working together, they shuttled her hips at an outrageous speed. Eventually, he needed to breathe and released her from his mouth. She sat back up, and he straightened his legs. Her tits bounced, as did her ass against his thighs. With her head tipped back and mouth open, she was the picture of sexual bliss.

One of her hands smacked onto his thigh as she arched back then ground her clit against his pelvis. Gone were her reservations about her body or how he viewed her. Instead, she lost herself in the giving and taking of pleasure. Fuck, it was the sexiest sight.

Curly inhaled oxygen to his starving lungs. The smell of her arousal filled his nose. She’d taken over every one of his goddammed senses. He could spend the rest of his life surrounded by her gorgeous body.

But his balls had another idea. They ached and throbbed with the need to unload. If she didn’t come soon, he was going to die from holding back.

All of a sudden, Brooke’s eyes flew open, and she shouted as she drove down hard then shattered around him. “Travis!” Her nails dug into his leg. Her thighs trembled as she clamped down on his hips while forcefully grinding against him. Her pussy spasmed around his cock in excruciatingly tight pulses as though coaxing him to join her.

The sight alone of her coming would have done it for him but combined with the way her body milked his dick, and he had no hope of hanging on.

“Fuck!” He shouted as he surged upward, wrapping his arms around her. Together they rode out the intense orgasm, writhing and whimpering under the strength of it.

It’d been years since he’d come like that, if ever. Beneath his skin, his nerves buzzed with excitement though the rest of him grew lethargic and sated. Brooke had sagged heavily in his arms, and if it weren’t the occasional tremor of aftershocks, he’d have wondered if she fell asleep.

After pressing a kiss to her damp temple, he eased them back down onto her bed. He grunted, and she whimpered as his over-sensitive dick slipped from her. At some point, he needed to deal with the condom still covering his softening cock, but it could wait a few minutes.