Little Jack (Hell's Handlers MC 6)

“Jack, oh, my God, Jack, you’re huge.”

“You got it, baby. Keep working yourself on that big cock. You can take it all. That pussy was made to swallow my whole cock.” LJ clenched his fists at his sides, curling his blunt nails into his palms.

As he spoke, her pussy softened around his length, and Holly inched even farther onto him. Look at that, his sweet little baker liked herself some dirty talk. He grinned. “You like that, huh? Like it when I tell you how good you’re taking my cock?”

“Y-yes, I like it.”

Shit, he wished he had a camera to capture this moment forever. Holly naked and flushed above him with his cock more than halfway in her. Her hair, wild as it slipped out of the ponytail, and those blue eyes like a stormy fucking sea. An image he would get off to for years to come.

The moment he bottomed out inside her, Holly froze with her mouth open in wonderment.

“Damn, baby, I’m all in. You good?” His heart pounded like a stampede of elephants and sweat ran down the sides of his face. Keeping himself in check was a workout and a half.

“So good, Jack. So full. I’ve never been this full.”

“Damn right, I fill you best.” He gripped the soft flesh of her hips, rocking her on his cock. “Ride, baby.”

LJ couldn’t help the feeling of being on top of the fucking world. More than just physically, the knowledge he’d been the one to put that goddammed awed look on her face with his cock had him wanting to pound his chest and holler out the victory. Instead, he let his gaze connect with hers as he absorbed the sensation of the tightest pussy he’d ever been inside.

But what snared him more than her pussy working him toward orgasm was the hit of emotion that slammed into him the moment their eyes met. It was the kind of connection men had been writing about for years. That can’t-live-without-you gut-punch that had people throwing caution to the wind and diving headfirst into a woman that could turn their world upside down.

LJ had never been happier to view the world from the bottom up.

HOLLY COULD BARELY breathe as she stretched to accommodate LJ—Jack’s—girth. She hadn’t been putting him on or working to fluff his ego when she’d said he was huge. The man was extremely well hung, to the point that he stretched her right to that delicious limit of pleasure and pain where her body wanted to sing with bliss.

She’d been nervous, worried about the extra pounds she could never seem to lose bouncing and jiggling as she rode him. Curse of being a baker and sampling pastries all day. But, with a few well-placed words and a smoldering look, he’d settled her mind and ramped her desire so high she no longer cared what imperfections he’d discover.

There was something more here. Something greater than the incredible sensations starting in her core and shooting out through all the cells in her body, and it was the intense magnetic pull that kept her eyes fixated on his. She wanted to look away from the intense intimacy that would only complicate things to an unbearable degree, but that was impossible. Neither her mind nor her body would allow her to break the connection.

Instead of taking the smart route and treating him like a hookup, Holly threaded her fingers through his and raised his arms over his head. The position didn’t make him nearly as vulnerable as it looked since her strength was no match for his, but it showed a level of trust and submission she’d have never expected from him.

It also gave him unfettered access to her breasts, which he took full advantage of. With a low moan, Holly drew her hips up then sank down on him once again.

His back arched and her breast slipped from between his lips. “Christ, I’ve never felt something so fucking good.”

Still holding his hands against the woodsy ground, she began to rock on him, tentatively at first until she got her rhythm, but the moment her clit ground against his pelvis, all bets were off. All shyness and insecurity flew out the window as she went to town, riding him like a jockey gunning for first place, except she was racing toward an orgasm that promised to curl her hair.

Her heavy tits, which she’d despised for years for the annoyance of their size, swayed with wild bounces as she ramped up her efforts. LJ seemed transfixed by them, and before long, he freed his hands from her grasp and grabbed one breast, kneading the soft flesh. As his palm rotated over her nipple, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot straight to her clit. As though by reflex, she ground her clit against his pelvis and cried out at the intensity of ecstasy.