Jigsaw (Hell's Handlers MC 3)

Izzy gasped and, needing more, tilted her hips, trying to grind herself against the panties, but it was pointless. Jig kept the pressure light enough to be pleasurable but also had her craving a firmer touch. She wasn’t a shrinking violet, didn’t like slow and easy fucking. She loved it fast, rough, and wild. “Jesus, Jig,” she said on a low moan. “Just eat me already.”

“Yes ma’am,” he growled as his fingers curled around the string. One of his knuckles bumped her clit, and her hips jerked in response.

He yanked, tearing the flimsy fabric straight from her body.

And then he dove in. Dove. The. Fuck. In.

Izzy cried out, her upper body coming off the couch as sharp, almost painful pleasure assaulted her. There was no build up, no soft tonguing or sweet licks. Only a vacuum strong suction over her clit. Had she not been so primed and ready for him, it would have been too much too fast, but as it was, her body was screaming for it.

“Jig, fuck.” She panted and squirmed against his mouth, but he gave her no respite. Instead, he tongued her clit, pressing it to his upper lip. Her head fell back as the room spun.

He abandoned her clit, moving down and sucking her pussy lips into his mouth before ramming his tongue into her and fucking her with it for all he was worth.

Izzy had never been eaten quite like this before. There was an intensity to it that was almost violent in nature. He didn’t give her a second to breathe, a second for her mind to catch up with her spiraling body. His hands were still on her ass, massaging the cheeks.

Grinding her pelvis against his face, she moaned as he licked his way back up to her clit. Instead of closing his lips around it again, he fluttered his tongue over it in a move she hadn’t experienced before. “Jesus,” she gasped out, her hands diving into his hair. If Izzy found something she liked or wanted, she made it happen for herself, and she wanted this. Gripping the short strands of his hair, she held his face against her as she thrust her pussy against his face.

“Fuck,” he murmured against her. “Sweetest fuckin’ pussy ever.” Or at least that’s what she thought he said. The rushing of blood in her ears roared so loud she could barely make out his words.

In the next second, he tore his mouth from her, and she screamed, “No!” as the loss of pleasure made her gut clench. He sunk his teeth into her upper thigh, and her pussy flooded. This was precisely what she needed. The fierce act not only brought her physical pleasure, but it was calming the restlessness inside her. The need for exertion, combat, something to still the demons in her mind.

Chuckling, Jig kept his mouth suctioned on her thigh and sunk two fingers deep into her pussy. His touch was rough, demanding, as he fucked her with his fingers. She was beginning to realize this was just how he was. Raw, harsh, unbridled. And God help her, she wanted it all. This was what she’d been searching for, at least physically.

She’d been with her share of men, and all had left something to be desired. Some elusive, unattainable unicorn floating out there that left her just slightly unsatisfied every time. That wasn’t going to happen this time.

God, that mouth on her leg was going to leave a mark.

His fingers continued to ramp her closer and closer to coming, moving fast and furious inside her. She canted her hips and rode his hand hard. For one second, her mind went crazy, and she imagined herself thrown over the arm of the couch with Jig ramming from behind. Not her typical style, but something told her Jig would make the loss of control worth her while.

“You ready to come for me?” he asked, lifting his head.

“Yes, yes.” So, so ready. She was minutes away from begging, and she hadn’t begged for anything in her entire adult life. But a monster of a climax hovered just out of reach, and she’d do damn near anything to reach it.

Izzy risked glancing down and met his smug gaze. He winked, and she almost came on the spot. Playful Jig was something else.

“Here we go, baby,” he said before lowering his head.

Baby. Damn him and those endearments.

She had enough brainpower to call him on it and almost did, but then he sucked her clit into his mouth again as he fucked her harder with his fingers. Her pussy was going to be sore tomorrow from his brutal fingering, but damn she’d happily add it to her list of aches.

“Oh, my God,” she cried out as he gently grazed her clit with his teeth. His left hand landed on her lower stomach, holding firm pressure, as his fingers curled inside her. The intensity kicked so high she lost her grip on reality and splintered into a million pleasurable pieces.