Little Jack (Hell's Handlers MC 6)

LJ gave her clit a light scrape with his teeth, smiling as she jolted in response. He lapped at her, licking up all the juice that coated her sex and thighs. After he’d gotten his taste, he shoved his tongue straight into her pussy and went to town fucking her with it.

Holly screamed and thrust against his face, nearly stealing his air.

“Shit, LJ. You’re so good at this. Oh, my God.” She moaned, whimpered, and called out to her God often.

“Tell me how good,” he demanded as he slid his hands under her ass. The flesh of her cheeks overfilled his hands. Squeezing the softness had more precum leaking from his cock.

“I’ve never…”

He sucked her clit between his lips, stroking his tongue over the nub at the same time.

“Jesus, it’s never been like this,” she said on a rush of air. “Not even close. Shit, LJ, I’m going to come already.”

Fuck yes. “Give it to me, sugar. Come all over my face.”

She groaned. “Like I have a choice.”

LJ chuckled against her. Damn, he liked this girl. He just barely grazed her clit with his teeth at the same time he shoved two fingers in her tight channel. Three quick pumps and a little more suction to her clit, then Holly’s back bowed, and she screamed out her orgasm.

It went on for a while, the intense clasping of her pussy around his fingers. His eyes were going to cross from the pressure on his dick once he finally got inside her. That was if he didn’t bust a nut in his jeans like a fucking fourteen-year-old.

“Now that was an orgasm,” Holly said with a slight slur to her voice as though she was the one who’d drunk three-quarters of a bottle of tequila.

LJ glanced up her body. Both hands still rested on his head, lightly stroking along his scalp. The tender gesture soothed the previous sting of her nails, something he doubted she was even aware she’d done. Watching her eyes bug in surprise when he showed her the marks would be something to look forward to. Those eyes were currently closed, with a dream smile curling her lips.

Yeah, he’d given her a good one. “I aim to please, sug—”

A loud pounding on the door had a yelp coming from Holly as she scrambled to right her top. “Zip it up, brother, we got pigs in the pen,” Zach’s voice said through the door.

“What?” Holly squeaked, face scrunched in confusion. She’d managed to tuck her tits back where they’d been, but her bare lower half was still spread eagle around LJ’s body.

“Cops are here, babe,” came Zach’s reply.

LJ met Holly’s horrified gaze. She shook her head. “No. LJ, no. This wasn’t—I had nothing to do with this. Swear it on my life. Hell, I swear it on Biscuit’s life. I wouldn’t…I didn’t.”

As though a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over him, his dick wilted and so did the feelings of strong affection he’d been feeling until five seconds ago. Shit. Had he been so fucking stupid as to fall for a ploy by the cops? Did the sheriff’s daughter let him tongue fuck her as part of some fucked up scheme?

“Her pops ain’t here,” Zach said, though the door was still closed.

“Move the fuck along, Z. We’ll be right down,” LJ called out as he stood.

Holly’s hands trembled as she fumbled her way into her jeans.

He felt hollow, sick to his stomach over the extreme roller coaster of emotions he’d been on in the past ninety minutes, hell, the past two days. “Hurry it the fuck up, Holly.”

“I’m ready,” she said five seconds later as she shoved her feet back into her heels. She reached for the door, but LJ slapped a hand against it, holding it closed and making her jump.

“Swear to God,” he whispered in her ear from behind. “You even think about crying rape, I’ll—”

“What?” Holly spun and shoved him back with surprising strength. “How dare you? You know what? Fuck you, LJ!” She turned back, yanked the door open and stomped down the hallway with such force, LJ was surprised one of those spiky heels didn’t snap in half. He was also relieved she didn’t use the thing as a weapon to unman him.

They were the last couple to make it downstairs. Someone had killed the music, and all chatter had died. Men and women stood or sat around with varying degrees of hatred written across their faces. Each exit was manned by two cops and another five or so positioned themselves throughout the clubhouse. Where the fuck did all these cops come from? Townsend didn’t have this many on their entire police force. Was the sheriff deputizing any asshole that walked in his office?

“We have reason to believe there is a stash of money in this building from a robbery earlier in the week.”