Zach (Hell's Handlers MC 1)

Toni uncurled her legs and let them drop to the floor. Zach’s hands immediately went to the button on her denim shorts. “Fuck,” he grumbled as the bandages got in the way of a quick clothing removal.

Even though it was at his expense, Toni’s giggle was music to his ears. His head was so fucked, he was afraid he’d be too rough, or not be as attentive to her needs as he otherwise would be. Ladies first. Always his policy. Hearing her laugh let him know she was enjoying herself.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she said, swatting his fumbling hands away. “I got this.” With a smirk that could only be described as sinful, she popped the button on her shorts open. Then, she lowered the zipper, one torturous tooth at a time.

“Toni,” Zach growled. “Playin’ with fire, babe.”

“Then burn me, Zach,” she said as she reached the end of the zipper and shimmied the shorts down her smooth, tanned legs.

Zach groaned at the sight of her lower half clad in nothing but a lacy blue thong. His balls ached with the need for release. “Get my pants off.”

She complied without hesitation, scrambling to get his jeans and boxer briefs off without any teasing this time. “Damnit,” she muttered when his belt wouldn’t cooperate.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Thought you were all about going slow.” Teasing her could easily become one of his favorite pastimes.

She stuck her tongue out, drawing a deep laugh from him. He snapped forward, catching her tongue between his teeth and making her squeak and giggle all at the same time.

Christ, this woman made him feel good constantly. Just moments ago, he couldn’t have imagined even cracking a smile, now he was laughing. Something about her soothed all his ails. The moment her hands had entered his hair, he’d wanted to purr like a cat.

And now that she had his pants at his ankles and her soft hand around his cock, he couldn’t play games any longer. His head dropped back, and he let out a long, low groan.

“Shit. As good as that little hand feels, babe, this show will be over before it gets started if you keep that up.”

With a smile, she gave him a squeeze then let go, moving her hands to the string of her panties to remove the last barrier between them.

“Don’t.” He nudged her hand out of the way. “Leave them.” He wanted them wet. Soaked through with the scent of her arousal. Those panties would be going home with him.

He glided one finger over the damp lace between her legs. Her intake of breath made him smile. “I’m dying to sink my fingers deep into this pussy and feel how wet you are. Feel you clench around them. I’ve jacked off a hundred times thinking of this pussy.” He shook his head in disgust. “Fucking bandages.”

“Next time.” Her voice was breathless with need. “Right now, I just want you to fuck me. I don’t need anything else.”

“You just need my dick, huh?”

“God, yes. Give it to me, Zach.”

Shit, her words were as hot as her pussy. He stared into her eyes, gauging her honesty. All he saw back was need. “Condom?”

“Drawer behind you.”

He hated to take his attention off her even for a second, but he turned and rummaged through the drawer until he found a small box of condoms. “You’re gonna have to do it.”

“Aww gee, what a hardship,” she said as she grabbed the foil packet from him. Placing it between her perfectly straight teeth, she ripped it open and had it over the head of his dick in seconds.

“Jesus fuck.” he said as her nimble fingers rolled the latex down his length. How mortifying would it be to shoot into the condom before she even had it fully on him? The very second she had the rubber in place, he knocked her hands out of the way, hooked his arms under her thighs, and hoisted her up the wall.

He palmed her ass with his left hand and used the right to grab the string of her thong and yank it to the side. Then, with a grunt, he snapped his hips forward and entered in one harsh thrust.

“Oh,” she cried out, clutching his shoulders, at the same time Zach whispered, “Fuck.”

She was hot, she was tight, and she was so wet he pulled back with ease.

“Now, Zach, please don’t wait. Fuck me.”

He drove back into her over and over until she was gasping and moaning with every thrust. Her pussy was so tight, he wasn’t going to last two minutes. It was so fucking selfish, especially considering how amazing she’d been to him since he arrived, but he couldn’t stop himself from fucking her like it was his last fuck on earth.

All of the fear, frustration, and anger from the day faded away, replaced by the pleasure of possessing Toni’s body. It went beyond the physical. She was like some kind of sexual witch, wrapping herself around his soul as well as his dick. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get enough of her.