Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

This time her laugh was shaky at best, but she widened her knees ever so slightly bringing herself closer to his mouth.

That’s my girl.

A girl. Not his girl. To curtail the outrageous direction his mind was veering, he put himself to work getting Chloe off. He licked straight through her folds before circling her clit once, then once again in the opposite direction followed by a slow slide back down to her pussy. Again, and again he repeated the pattern until Chloe was squirming and practically grinding herself on his face.

With her eyes still open, gaze fixated on the wall above the headboard, she hadn’t fully relaxed, hadn’t lost herself in the sensations.

That was about to change.

This time, instead of ringing her swollen clit, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked enough to make her yelp.

“Oh, my God,” she cried.

Still sucking, he glanced at her face once again. Now they were getting somewhere. Head tipped back, cheeks and chest flushed a pretty pink, eyes closed, she shamelessly bore down on his face.

The taste of her had completely overwhelmed his senses and fuck if he didn’t want to drown in her essence. Sweet and spicy, he imagined it was a direct reflection of her personality if she ever let the real Chloe out to play anymore.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good.”

She moaned, finally lost in the act. “More.” The command was soft, uncertain, but heard and understood.

Rocket wanted more too. Time to take this to the next level. Abandoning her clit, he went straight for her pussy. His tongue slid in with ease and he went to town fucking her with it.

“Shit,” she whispered as she canted her hips to receive more. Whimpers and moans flew from her with increasing volume as her hips picked up speed. Chloe was fully immersed in the experience and aiding him by fucking herself on his tongue.

As she thrust forward, her clit bumped his nose causing her to cry out and jolt so hard she lost the rhythm.

God, what he wouldn’t give to have access to his hands. To be able to grab the soft flesh of her hip and help her find her tempo once again. Maybe pump two fingers into her sex while his lips returned to her clit.

Chloe didn’t seem to need much assistance though. She got right back into the groove, this time making sure her clit got some action with each roll of her hips.

She was getting close if the gentle fluttering of her walls was any indication. Rocket kept up the assault until she groaned a frustrated sound.

“Logan,” she said, squeezing the headboard so hard, the underside of her palms was a stark white.

She was fighting it. Afraid to allow the monster orgasm to consume her.

“Let go,” he growled against her. “I’m cuffed, just how you like it. You’ve got the upper hand here. I’m bound and at your mercy. Let. Go.”

His words combined with the tongue lashing he gave her clit seemed to be exactly what she needed to free herself from the chains of uncertainty.

Her head fell back as her body started to tremble above him. Wanting nothing more than to feel it from the inside out, Rocket shoved his tongue deep inside her. Sure enough, her pussy went wild, squeezing and rippling all around him.

It lasted a while, her near shouts fading to soft whimpers as her body calmed. After a few moments, she gazed down at him, eyes hazy with satisfaction and something else.

Interest.

His little redhead wanted more. Thank fuck. Rocket couldn’t remember a time he’d been this hard. His cock had been leaking since the moment she lost the damn dress. “Climb on my cock,” he said. The command sounded far more like a plea than an order. Probably the only reason Chloe scrambled off his face. She snatched the condom she’d dropped next to him as she made her way down the bed. This time, she swung her leg over him like she was mounting her favorite stallion.

“Still think you need any fucking lube?” he asked.

Chloe let out a short laugh. “Uh, no. I’m so wet it’s practically running down my legs.”

Rocket grunted. Yeah, she fucking was. He couldn’t stop the surge of male pride.

Chloe rolled the condom halfway down his dick. The touch sent a shot of lightning through his body causing his back to arch off the bed. “Fuck,” he shouted.

Eyes wide, Chloe stared down at his erection in her fist. “Wow,” she said on an exhale. “Seems like you’re in a pretty bad way, huh?” He didn’t miss the teasing tone and he fucking loved it.

“Baby,” he said, ignoring her sharp inhale at the endearment, “you have no fucking idea.”

“Well,” she said as she worked the condom down his cock. “Since you were so generous, I suppose you deserve a little something in return.”