Maverick (Hell's Handlers MC 2)

He never gave her a chance to adjust. Never let her take a moment to get used to the sensation of being full of him before he was pulling out and shoving himself back in again. He fucked her like someone had hit a turbo button, thrusting with a brutal power she hadn’t known he possessed.

In this position, his piercing hit a different spot than usual, sending off a spark of intense sensation. Within a minute, she couldn’t keep up with his pummeling, so she took what he had to give.

“God damn, this pussy,” he said as he went to town on her. “Milks me so fucking good. Every. Damn. Time. I could watch my dick disappear into you all fucking day.”

All she could do was moan in response because a tingling had started along her spine and spread out to her fingers and toes. Her mind went fuzzy ,and an orgasm barreled into her without any warning.

“Maverick,” she screamed as she came, and came, and came.

“That’s fucking right,” he said, not letting up the pace.

She sagged into a pile of mush as he continued to fuck her. A few more thrusts and he gripped her ass so hard she was sure she’d have marks for a week. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” he yelled as he planted himself deep inside her. With each spurt of his release, the ball of his piercing ground into her, sending off aftershocks that had her whimpering and twitching.

“Fuck, that was intense,” he said as he pulled out and collapsed next to her.

Part of her wanted him to stay inside her body forever, as unrealistic as the thought was.

He scooped her up and scooted down the bed, positioning her so she sprawled along the length of his body. Then he ran a hand over her ass, and she kissed the first thing she could reach, which happened to be his chest.

“Shit,” he said, still palming her ass. “You’re gonna have marks. I was rougher with you than I’ve been before. Did I hurt you?”

“No. Not at all. I loved it. Hope we can do it again very soon.”

He gave her his flirty smile. “We can do it every day, babe.” His lips hit her forehead as he gathered her even closer. “I’m never letting you go,” he whispered into her hair.

“Good,” she whispered back. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

Just as her eyes were drooping closed and the sweet pull of sleep was drawing her in, there was a pounding on the door.

“Damn good performance, you too,” Zach yelled.

Stephanie giggled. Copper warned her it might take time to rebuild trust with the club. That was all right. She was there for the long haul and willing to put in the work to form that trust again.

As long as Maverick had his arms around her, nothing seemed impossible.

EPILOGUE

STEPHANIE GLANCED AROUND the prison meeting room and wished she’d taken Maverick up on his offer to accompany her. Actually, it had been more a demand than an offer, and he’d been pretty pissed when she insisted it was something she needed to do on her own.

“There’s not a fucking thing in this world you need to do alone, babe,” he’d said. “We’re a fucking team. We do every damn thing as one.”

“I pee alone,” she’d pointed out, to which Mav had muttered something about stubborn women and deserving a blow job for his patience.

In the end, he’d agreed to wait outside with his bike.

And at some point, he’d drag out of her how he was right and she could have used the backup.

After exactly three minutes of sweating and tapping her toes, her father walked into the meeting room of the medium-security prison where he’d resided for the past six and a half years.

This was the first time Stephanie had seen him since he was sentenced. He looked different. So much older, grayer, tired, but fit and strong.

Guilt hit her square in the chest. If she hadn’t been so rigid in her views, borderline obsessed with the notion of right versus wrong, she would have visited him all the time.

“Stephanie.” He gasped and halted halfway to her. The guards must not have told him who his visitor was because the look of joyful shock on his face was one hundred-percent genuine. “W-what… Why?” He shook his head and continued to walk to the small table set up for visitors.

She rose, suddenly unsure of herself. What had they said when she arrived? Was she allowed to hug him or not? Once again, she wished for Maverick’s supportive presence to get her through.

“H-hi, Dad,” she whispered. He reached out and grabbed her in a hug so tight her spine cracked.

“No hugging!” a guard barked as he strode toward them.

“Sorry,” her dad said as he released her.

“Oh, sorry,” she parroted.

“Sit,” he said, his eyes full of a watery sheen. “Tell me everything about you.”