Copper (Hell's Handlers MC 4)

“Shell,” he said on an exhale. He dropped to elbows and rested his forehead against hers, seated in her to the hilt. “Never felt anything so fucking good in my life.”

The way he said it like she was precious and he’d never let her go had her choking up. Salty tears filled the corners of her eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

This was so out of her realm of experience. The intensity of the physical and emotional connection spiraled, binding down like threads of a rope. Joining together to create a force so strong, no amount of pressure could break it. But thanks to her, the center of the rope was frayed and wouldn’t last long before snapping under the heavy weight it held.

She swallowed. “If you like this, why don’t you try moving?” The sassy quip took every ounce of her strength.

He lifted his head and met her gaze. The man missed nothing, but he didn’t question the quake in her voice. He just drew out at a maddeningly slow pace. Inch by inch, her body lost him though her inner muscles tried their hardest to cling to him. As the head of his cock dragged across the walls of her pussy, her eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure.

“Open those gorgeous baby blues for me.”

She lifted her lids and encountered a straining Copper. Jaw tight, eyes fiery, muscles tense.

“Not sure how much longer I can go slow,” he said, voice like ground glass.

Shell smiled. “Good,” was all she said before he growled and let all that power loose.

Copper surged into her, going so deep, she had to brace her hands on the headboard to keep from shooting up the bed. Over and over, heavy thrusts pounded into her pussy, eliciting whimpers and moans each time he bottomed out.

The feeling of fullness never dissipated, even as her body softened to accommodate him further, she still felt stretched to the max.

Copper scooped an arm under one of her legs and hoisted it high, completely changing the angle of penetration.

“Aiden,” she yelled as his cock stroked her G-spot at the same time his thumb strummed her clit.

“Fuck! Say it again.”

She moaned. “Aiden.”

“No one’s called me that in a decade. Sounds so good on your lips, babe.”

That’s why she’d done it. Something special no one else shared with him. Though it seemed impossible, he sped up and increased the strength of his thrusts. Copper was a mountain of a man and at that moment all the dominance and force he possessed was concentrated between her legs.

A coiling pressure wound low in her stomach while her fingers and toes began to tingle. “Aiden,” she said again. Her pussy clenched and released as she flew toward orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he said. His breath came in harsh pants, but it seemed nothing would throw him from his task. “All over my cock, gorgeous. Give it to me.”

His words combined with the rough pad of his thumb on her clit and this thick girth inside her were no match for her body. She trembled, clinging to his shoulders and screaming his given name as a hurricane rolled through her. It left her limp, weak, satisfied and wondering when she’d have the opportunity to experience it again.

“Christ, I didn’t think you could squeeze me any tighter.” Copper slammed home and held himself deep inside her. With a roar everyone in the damn clubhouse must have heard, he came. Arms still around him, she felt every shudder, every flex and bunch of those impressive muscles as his body lost control to the pleasure.

Eventually, he collapsed next to her and drew her back tight against his chest. She was utterly lost inside him. Swallowed by his enormous form. And that feeling was almost as good as the orgasm he gave her.

“You good?” he said next to her ear.

“That’s not the word for it.”

The responding chuckle vibrated against her back. “That’s fucking true. Damn woman, that was fucking out of this world. Kinda wishing I wasn’t forty and could turn around and do that again in five minutes.”

“Ha, I’m twenty-four, and I need a nap. You’re not exactly dainty there.”

That got the laugh she’d been hoping for, but it died out quickly. She was too afraid to ask what he was thinking. Actually, she knew. He was regretting it. Nothing had changed. She was still young, still his president’s daughter, still like a sister to everyone in the club. Just because he hadn’t been able to say no when she got naked in front of him didn’t really mean he wanted her. She wasn’t stupid, she knew how these men worked.

They fell silent, lost in their respective worlds as Copper traced her scar. Eventually, he broke the quiet with what she knew was coming. “Tell me what happened.”

Shell sighed. Time to pay the piper. Turning in his arms, so they faced each other, she said. “Everything was fine. The pregnancy was actually a breeze as far as teenage pregnancies go. Or so I hear. I had a friend who was going to be my coach in the delivery room. I’d planned to get an epidural.”