Copper (Hell's Handlers MC 4)

He released her, hands moving to her ass and giving a hard squeeze. “Go ahead,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Don’t hold back. You let me fuck your mouth last night. What makes you think I’m going to deny you fucking my face? Go ahead, gorgeous, let loose and rub that sexy pussy all over me.”

If she survived this, letting him go would kill her. So she might as well enjoy it. Have some memories to take with her when her life exploded.

She tightened her grip on his hair and moved her hips, testing her options. Copper growled and went back to work, alternating light and hard licks with soft and firm pressure suction on her clip, labia, and even thighs.

He was a freaking oral master. All sides of his tongue were used to turn her into a quivering mess. He flattened it, then extended it, using every trick in the book. When he finally shoved his tongue deep into her pussy, she screamed and lost all sense of self-preservation. Shell ground herself wildly against his face, completely lost in the insanity of Copper’s mouth on her sex.

She could barely think, barely breathe, but she could damn well chase that orgasm. His mouth was wide as he fucked her with his tongue and each time she thrust forward, his upper lip—or maybe it was his nose, who the hell knew—bumped her clit. Whatever it was, it was working for her. Shell’s legs began to tremble. Within seconds, they were full on shaking. The only thing holding her up was the strength of Copper’s hands on her ass.

“Please, please,” she said on a moan as the room grew fuzzy. “I’m going to come. Oh God, everything’s tingling.” Her grip on his hair loosened as the pins and needle sensation in her fingers grew too strong to control the digits. Then, before her arms dropped to her sides, her muscles seized. Her hands fisted yanking hard on the red strands.

Copper grunted and fucked her even harder with his tongue.

The orgasm crashed into her like a five-car pileup. She cried out with a few profanities she usually avoided and ground herself against Copper’s face. The entire room spun for a good few minutes as her body rode the high and took its sweet time settling.

Eventually, the world calmed, and she blinked her eyes open to find Copper watching with an expression no less hungry than he’d had before he blew her mind. His beard glistened with the evidence of his recent activity. Never would Shell have guessed she’d find it hot, but knowing he was so into eating her out that he was covered in her juices, made her pussy clench with need all over again.

Hands still on her ass, he drew her forward and into his embrace. With a gasp, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders.

He spun, took three steps, then squeezed her ass. “Legs down,” he said, and she obeyed at once. After making sure she was steady on her legs—or at least stable enough not to land in a heap at his feet—he roughly spun her.

“Bend over,” he said at her ear. “Tits on the table.”

Shit. She’d just come harder than she ever had before and one gruffly spoken order from Copper had her body craving him as though she hadn’t had him in years. She stared at her round table just as his heavy hand pushed the center of her back.

“Tits on the fucking table. Need in that pussy. You have no idea how jealous my dick is of my tongue right now.”

She laughed right before a sharp slap on her ass had her jolting into action. Palms flat on the table, she bent over until her breasts rested against the wood surface. As her nipples hit the cold surface, she hissed out a breath.

Copper stepped in behind her, wasting no time. His hips butted against her and he ran his dick through her juices. “Fuuuck,” he said. “Pill?” Seemed the man wasn’t capable of a complete sentence anymore.

“Yes.”

“I’m clean.”

“Me too,” she said.

“Haven’t been with anyone since you moved back.”

“I believe you, Copper.” No one? Holy shit. Over a year and no women. That was big, wasn’t it?

“Good. Hope you’re fucking ready for me, Shell, because this is going to be fast and fucking hard.” He was already breathing like he just hopped off a treadmill.

“I’m always ready for you, Aiden.” She smiled at the deep rumble her words elicited from him, but the grin quickly turned into a yelp as he slammed in her to the hilt with one mighty thrust.

There was no waiting. No giving her time to adjust to his healthy girth as he’d done the other time. The was just straight, hard, fucking.

He powered in and out, grunting each time he bottomed out. Shell was helpless to do anything but receive what he chose to give. And that was a lot. His hands completely controlled her hips, slamming forward and back on his dick so many times she couldn’t keep track. Every time he moved her, her nipples dragged against the firm surface of the table. The sensation was just shy of painful, an intense pinching sensation that shot to her pussy each time. Her hip bones banged into the table with every thrust. Tomorrow they’d be sore as hell, but for now, she felt nothing but the buildup to another orgasm rushing toward her at a hundred miles per hour.