Copper (Hell's Handlers MC 4)

“You wet for it? That pussy ready to be filled by your man?”

She groaned. Why the hell was he chatting when he could be fucking? “Copper I’m soaked, and I need you inside me. I’m dying here.”

“Hmmm,” he said. “I’m not so sure that’s what you need just yet.”

What? She was going to combust if he didn’t get moving soon.

Still holding his cock, he reached between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. “Oh yeah,” he said. “That pussy’s nice and fucking wet, isn’t it, baby?”

“I told you it was.”

He tsked. “Don’t get snarky. You’ll get what you need, you just might have to wait a little bit.”

Two thick fingers slid deep inside her, stroking along the front wall of her sex. “Oh God,” she whispered. Three times, he rubbed over her G-spot making her cry out and rock into his palm. Then he disappeared. “No!” she cried. She was going to combust.

Copper’s grin was full of mischief. God, she loved him like this. Almost playful. It was a side of him reserved for her alone and made tolerating this torture worth it. As did the promise of a monster orgasm. His fingers glistened with the evidence of her arousal. Transfixed, she gawked as he brought those fingers back to his dick and covered himself in her juices. Then he moved his knees to the outside of her body.

“W-what are you doing to do?” Her body hummed with anticipation. Whatever he had planned, it’d be hot for sure.

“Something I’ve fantasized about for fucking years,” he said as he knee-walked up her body. When his dick hovered above her breasts, he came to a stop. “Have I told you how much I fucking love these tits?”

“Once or twice.” She was so breathless, she sounded like she’d just hopped off the treadmill. Only this was a hundred times more fun.

He gripped them both, pushing them together as he thumbed her puckered nipples. A hot punch of electricity shot straight to her clit making her cry out. “Like that, baby?”

“Uh huh,” she said as she fisted the comforter.

“How about this?” He lowered, sandwiching his cock between her breasts. “Fuuuck.” He stroked back and forth, moving easily due to the slickness created by her cream. “Damn that’s even hotter than I’d imagined.”

It was. Having him fuck her tits wasn’t something she’d ever contemplated but he was right. It was hotter than hot watching him loom over her in obvious pleasure. His thumbs still strummed her nipples as he fucked between her breasts giving her as much pleasure as he seemed to be in. Each time he pushed forward, the tip of his dick came within reach of her mouth. At first, his eyes had been open and on her, but the lids had dropped a few seconds ago.

Hmm…this could be good…

She curled her head up and opened her mouth. This time, as his cockhead came toward her, she closed her lips around it and gave a quick, hard suck.

“Holy fuck!” he cried, eyes flying open.

Now it was her turn for the impish grin.

“You little shit,” he said on a gasp.

Shell laughed. “Want me to stop?”

“Fuck no. That’s fucking incredible.” He pumped his dick through her tits again and again. Each time he glided forward, she sucked or licked. It wasn’t long before he was grunting and his grip on her breasts had increased to just shy of too much.

“Jesus,” he said, finally slipping free. “I’ll come on you next time. Tonight, I need to be so deep inside you, you feel me in your heart.”

“I already feel you there, Copper. Every single day.”

He paused. “Good. I’m here to stay, baby.” With a touch that was more tender than a man of his size should be capable of, he smoothed his hands over her entire body. Starting at her wrists, he stroked up to her shoulders then down to her chest, pausing at her breasts where he licked up every drop the arousal he’d spread around. Neither of her nipples were neglected either. Once she was a squirming, panting mess, he continued his ministrations, kissing and caressing every inch of her stomach. Her pussy felt so empty. Every few seconds, it clenched and squeezed as though he were actually inside her. But there wasn’t anything to grasp, and all the involuntary muscle spasms did was make her needier.

“Copper, please. I’m dying.”

He chuckled and scraped his teeth over her nipple.

Shell held her breath when he reached the top of her panties.

“Lift this beautiful ass for me,” he spoke against her skin.

Shell obeyed, and he peeled the damp fabric away. He pressed one long kiss just above the hood of her clit. A sigh slipped from her lips, but it quickly turned into a gasp when his tongue slid through her folds.

He ate at her like he had nothing but time, licking in leisurely flat-tongued strokes over her clit. Shell tried to control her breathing, but the pleasure was too intense. Three times, she made the slow journey to the peak only to have him abandon her pussy and latch on to her thigh just as she started to tremble with the first signs of orgasm.