Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

And he’d fucking return to her, even if his soul was in shreds.

The moment Chloe’s piping hot mouth closed around the tip of his dick, Rocket’s eyes crossed.

Shit, that felt fucking good.

He shifted his stance, widening his legs and locking out his knees to keep the weak fuckers from giving out.

As she sucked the tip like it was some kind of lollipop, her tongue found its way back to his slit. “Christ, Chloe, that mouth.” Curling his fists to his sides, he prayed to a God that had never listened to him before that he wouldn’t grab her head and fuck her mouth like his instincts begged. Last thing he needed was to freak her the fuck out when she was doing something he’d wondered if she’d ever be willing to do, given what happened to her.

“Hmm,” she hummed as her lips slid in a slow, torturous glide to the base of him. After holding the position for a few seconds, she backed off just as slow. Her cheeks hollowed and the suction ramped up, tugging at the skin of his cock until his hands were fisted so hard, his knuckles ached. Rocket groaned. Surviving this might be more hazardous than what Esposito had waiting for him.

She repeated the action at least a half dozen times, the same snail’s pace glide up and down, only each time she sucked him back, he edged a bit farther down her throat. Just as he was about to open his mouth and beg her to move faster, she took him all the way to the back of her throat and fucking swallowed.

“Shit!” Rocket shouted and her throat muscles clamped down on the tip of his dick.

Chloe chuckled and his eyes rolled back. Who the fuck knew the woman was so damned devious? Without warning, she finally picked up the pace. Rocket stared down at her, watching his length disappear between her glossy, swollen lips again and again. After she swallowed another time, he gave up on trying to be a gentleman. He could hold her hair gently without ramming himself down her throat…maybe.

He scooped up the tail of the braid Chloe always put her hair into when she got on his bike. After working the thick band off the end, he let her long wavy locks flow down around her face. It obstructed his view, which was unacceptable, so he gathered it up in a man-made pony tail, making sure to massage her head a little as he did it.

Chloe moaned and sucked him even harder. She smoothed her hands up his thighs. Sneaking one around back, she grabbed his ass and squeezed, making him shout another curse. The other hand moved slower but was no less devastating. She cupped his balls, giving a gentle pressure that had him clenching the strands of her hair far tighter than he’d planned. Chloe moaned again. The same damn sound she made when his tongue was on her clit.

Goddamn, she fucking liked having her hair pulled, didn’t she? He tightened his grip, taking just a hint of her control for himself as he held her head still and eased his cock back in her mouth.

Let’s test that theory, shall we?

With her mouth stuffed full of his cock, her gaze met his and she nodded around him. It was all the encouragement he needed.

He didn’t dominate her in the way he may have had she not been assaulted, but he held her head and kept his thrusts shallow. She allowed it, groaning around his cock and fondling his sac the entire time.

At one point, she growled a frustrated sound and swatted at the hand in her hair. Rocket released his hold immediately even as the vibrations from her throat nearly made him shoot off. Just as he was about to apologize for being a dick, the hand on his ass gripped him so hard her nails pierced his flesh in a pleasure pain that made him grunt. A second later, his dick hit the back of her throat, she swallowed again and tugged his sac.

“Holy fuck,” he shouted as the orgasm bowled him over. He pumped down her throat in spurts that seemed to last far longer than ever before. Chloe stayed with him, her throat working reflexively as she took down every drop.

His eyes closed as waves of pleasure shook him to his core. He’d never come like that before. Usually there was an obvious build up. A tightening in his balls and coiling in his stomach that timed with a tingle in the base of his spine. This time, he was feeling fucking good and then wham, he was exploding.

Chloe released his ass and his nuts then rose to her feet. With his eyes still closed, enjoying the few remaining tremors, he heard rather than saw her lick her lips.