Viper (Hell's Handlers MC 9)

She circled her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, opened her mouth wide, and took as much of him in as she could. Once certain she wouldn’t gag, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked.

“Jesus.” Viper grabbed her head but didn’t force her in any direction. He just held on as though he needed her to keep grounded. Maintaining the suction, she drew back until he nearly fell from her lips, and right before he did, she took him back in again.

He let out a tortured groan that only made her want more.

After a few passes, she’d worked up a rhythm that had him grunting and swearing every few seconds. A few times, she got a bit overzealous and choked, but Viper pulled back each time until she found herself grabbing his hips to hold him in place.

“Shit, Cas, you’re damn good at this,” he said, breathless, as she rubbed her tongue just beneath his tip. “Not gonna last.” He sounded like he was battling a powerful enemy and about to be conquered.

Cassie was so turned on, one touch would blast her off like a rocket. And, God, how she needed to come. Releasing him, she began to maneuver her hand down her own pants as she continued to work over Viper’s dick.

As she was mere centimeters away from her clit, Viper let out a loud rumble. “Fuck no,” he said on a growl. “That’s my pussy.”

The next thing she knew, his dick was gone from her mouth and she was being yanked up to a stand from under her arms. Viper didn’t give her so much as a second to process before he was spinning her around, pushing her down toward the dresser, and practically ripping her pants off her.

She landed on the top of the dresser, forearms propping her up. “Viper, wh—oh, my God.” He powered into her with one fierce thrust and the second he bottomed out…she came.

She freakin’ came with one punch of his hips.

“Viper!” she shouted as her body went haywire.

He didn’t even give her a chance to weather the storm. No life preserver to rescue her from the surge.

“Did you just fucking come?” he asked then before she had a chance to find the air to answer he spoke again. “That pretty pussy is squeezing me like a goddamned fist. You sure did come. Soon as you felt my cock. Fuck that’s hot. Better get ready to give me another one, baby, because I ain’t nowhere near finished with you.”

Then he fucked her in a way he hadn’t yet. Raw. Brutal. Intense.

One hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, he hammered into her with so much force, she couldn’t do anything but brace her arms and try to keep herself from crashing headfirst into the mirror.

The mirror…

Cassie lifted her gaze and nearly came again just at the sight of the man giving it to her. His jaw was clenched so tight, his cheek twitched. Sweat plastered a lock of hair to his forehead. His eyes had gone nearly black with desire. The muscles in his arms bulged with effort and a vein pulsed in his neck. Gone was the man she’d been growing closer to by the day and in his place, the raw, primal, outlaw biker staking his claim. Her breath hitched as a flash of fear ripped through her before transforming into white-hot lust. Viper would never hurt her. The fierce animalist part of him wasn’t there to cause harm; it was hell bent on one outcome.

Pleasure. Gut wrenching, life-altering pleasure.

Both his and hers.

This was the kind of connection that burrowed so deep, it shattered the physical line and hurtled into emotional, mental…hell, it fused their souls.

Cassie’s legs shook and her stomach tightened to the point of nearly unbearable before her entire being burst in a dazzling explosion of ecstasy. She shouted as wave after wave of electricity seemed to erupt from her center and shoot to the outside world. Somehow, despite trembling, crying out, and nearly breaking apart, she managed to keep her gaze connected with Viper’s.

As she succumbed to her release, he cursed and fucked her even harder for only a few more thrusts before his face contorted and an orgasm claimed him as well. His fingers bit into her skin so hard, she knew she’d wear his mark for days.

Long minutes passed before either of them floated down from the high enough to speak. Once again, they connected through the mirror.

What was she supposed to say now? She wanted to weep with the strength of emotions passing through her. A powerful word tickled the tip of her tongue, but she scraped it across her teeth to keep from blurting out her feelings. Had anyone else told her they’d fallen completely in love with a man in under ten days, she’d have thought them nuts. Until this experience, she’d fully believed couples need time, a lot of time to form love.