Spec (Hell's Handlers MC Florida Chapter 2)

And yet she didn’t feel any hesitation. Only an erotic desire so strong she nearly vibrated with it.

“Use me. Give them to me. I’m at your mercy. I’m not here for romance.” This was in no way a pity fuck or gratitude for saving her earlier. She knew what she was in for.

Rough, raw, and primal.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He slid his thumb into her mouth then curled his other fingers under her jaw and pulled it down. “So pretty like this,” he said in a husky voice. “Waiting for my cock.”

Electricity zapped down her spine. Her nipples were so tight, they ached for his touch. What was happening to her? She was in the most vulnerable position possible. On her knees before a man who struggled with his anger. Whose strength dominated hers. Who could hurt her if he wanted.

And she was more turned on than she’d ever been.

He removed his thumb, replacing it with his dick. Olivia held her breath. Any trepidation took a back seat to the fire in his gaze. The man was one hundred percent with her.

Much slower than she’d expected, he pressed his hips forward and guided his cock into her mouth. Immediately, she closed her lips around him, giving him the drag of wet, hot friction as he thrust.

“Jesus,” he whispered. The muscle outside his jaw fluttered as he clenched his teeth. His nostrils flared, and his abs rippled.

Olivia slowly lifted her gaze, locking onto his. So much desire smoldered in his eyes, she felt it pumping through her blood, driving her on. Despite his dominant position, she held all the power.

His dick slid deep, bumping the back of her throat. She gagged, but his appreciative groan made it worth any discomfort. As he began to withdraw, she grabbed his ass and held him in place.

It took a few seconds to relax and adjust to breathing through her nose, but his shouted curse when she swallowed made her feel like a powerful goddess.

She sucked hard as she drew her head back, dragging her lips along his cock. Before she could tease the tip, he plunged back in. Again and again, they played this game, her retreating and him chasing. His thrusts grew harder and more desperate after a few minutes.

“Fuck!” He fisted her wet hair but didn’t steal her control. Water ran down her body and over her sensitive breasts, ramping up her desire as much as his constant grunts of pleasure.

His eyes were slits, as though he fought to keep them open, and his chest heaved with every breath.

“Fucking sinful mouth,” he ground out as his fingers flexed against her scalp.

She hummed, and he slapped the wall. If she could’ve smiled around his thick cock, she would have. Saliva coated her lips and pooled at the corners of her mouth, driving the man out of his mind.

“You fucking love it, don’t you?” he asked, sounding as though he was mid-marathon. “Love me fucking your pretty face.”

She hummed her agreement.

“Get your fingers in your pussy,” he ordered as he continued to pump in and out of her mouth. Her rhythm faltered, and he rammed against her throat, making her gag again. But, hell, she didn’t care. Relief from the incredible tension twisting her lower belly was on the way. After giving his ass a firm squeeze, she ripped her hand away and shoved two fingers into herself. A muffled moan escaped around his cock.

Since discovering Lance cheated, she’d avoided sex with him and had become quite proficient in getting herself off. But this was next-level.

“Fuck, that’s as hot as your damn mouth.”

Overwhelming sensations bombarded her from all angles. Fingers played in her pussy, stroking exactly where she knew would get her there fastest. Scott was huge and hovered over her with that intense, sex-filled gaze. His cock shuttled in and out of her mouth. Her head spun, and her body buzzed while she worked herself over.

The closer she got to coming, the sloppier the blowjob became. Soon, Scott let out a strained mumble. “My turn,” he stated as his grip on her hair tightened. There went her control. He took it easily, though she didn’t put up an ounce of fight. “You concentrate on petting that pussy, and I’ll drive up here.”

He was rough, deep, and borderline too much but so attuned to her that he never crossed the line. He held her head still, taking what she’d offered. Olivia kept up as best she could, sucking, licking, and swallowing, all while riding her fingers.

Her entire body began to tremble. How could this feel so incredible? It was raunchy as hell. The filthiest sex she’d had but also the hottest. Scott didn’t hold back on letting her know he loved it too. His curses, groans, and words of encouragement gave her an emotional pleasure that matched what her fingers were doing in her pussy.