Maverick (Hell's Handlers MC 2)

“Ready?” she whispered.

“Fuck yes. Suck me, beautiful.”

Passion flared in her eyes and she opened her mouth wide, engulfing the head of his cock into the warm, wet cave. Christ, it felt good as she sucked on the tip. Every instinct he had told him to grip her by the hair and ram his cock down her throat, but he had no idea how experienced she was at giving head and there was the piercing to consider. Breaking a tooth or fucking up her throat would be a guaranteed mood killer. So he turned himself over to her and let her have complete control over his dick.

And, damn, if she didn’t seem to relish in it. Her lips glided down the length of him, pausing as he neared the back of her throat. Then she drew back, inhaled through her nose then descended on him again. And again. And again. A little farther each time until he eventually butted up against the back of her throat.

She gagged slightly, the muscles of her throat closing over the head of his dick before she regained control and actively swallowed, nearly strangling him with her throat. “Holy fucking shit.” It was insane, the pleasure so sharp,he had a hard time formulating logical thought.

She let out a little giggle at his reaction, and even the vibrations from that shot through him like a bolt of lightning. Jesus, how had he gone ten years without this? Then again, having Stephanie be the first woman with her mouth on him in ages was fucking out of this world.

She did the whole deep throat and swallow thing once again, and Maverick lost it. He gripped her by the hair and held her face to his crotch, pumping his hips with tiny motions at the back of her throat. Just when he worried it was too much, she moaned, and his entire body jerked as he neared release.

While he loved every second of his cock in her mouth, he needed something else. Giving her head a tug, he slipped from between her lips and cursed the loss of pleasure.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Fuck, look at you.” Her lips were shiny and swollen, face flushed, and eyes glassy. “Not a fucking thing is wrong. I just need my dick in your pussy and your tits in my mouth. You good with that?”

She nodded, and he raised an eyebrow. “Yes, yes. That sounds good. So, so good.”

A chuckle escaped him. She was fucking adorable. “So get those damn clothes off and hop up here on my lap, wildcat.”

“Oh!” She started pulling at her jeans with frantic movements as though she’d forgotten she was still dressed. Within seconds she stood naked before him amidst a pile of haphazardly removed clothing.

“Get over here.” With both hands, he reached forward and palmed her ass, yanking her down onto his lap.

Her small yelp turned to a low groan as he slid two fingers into her without warning. “Maverick,” she said on a moan.

“Fuck, I’d almost forgotten how tight you are. You’re gonna feel so fucking good fisted around my dick.”

“Yes,” she said. “Give it to me.”

“Soon, beautiful. Want you crazy for me first.”

She rocked her hips on his hand, completely shameless in her search for pleasure, and he fuckin’ loved it. “Kiss me, Maverick.”

Still pumping two fingers inside her, he grasped the back of her head with his other hand and crashed their mouths together. There was nothing gentle about the kiss. Nothing exploratory. Nothing sweet. It was a full-on attack. Their tongues clashed, lips mashed together, and his tongue ring clanked against her teeth. She sure as hell didn’t seem to mind his rough tendencies if the way she moaned into his mouth and ground down on his fingers was any indication.

Just as he felt a ripple around his fingers, she yanked her mouth away. “I’m close. I’m close.”

“I want it now. Come, babe.”

She shook her head. “No. I want to come with you inside me. Please. Please, Maverick, fuck me.”

Well, who could resist a plea like that? “Jesus.” He released her hair and reached to his nightstand with a fumbling hand, sending condoms flying. A sweet laugh bubbled out of Stephanie just as he managed to fist one in his palm. She watched with rapt attention as he protected her, then batted his hands out of the way. Without a word, she gripped his dick, canted her hips, and sank down on him at a slow, torturous pace.

“Oh, wow,” she said as her eyes fluttered closed. “I can feel it. The metal.”

“Is it good?” He wanted her to like it. Wanted to give her pleasure greater than any other man had. He held her by her hips, keeping her locked against him, unable to move.

“Yes, it’s good. Crazy good.” Her eyes popped back open, and she beamed at him. “You gonna fuck me, or what?”