“Take your jeans off then lie on the edge of the bed. I’m not done tasting yet.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. Her hand went to her top.

“No,” he bit out. “Leave it. I love the way it makes your tits look.”

Her face flamed. “They look ridiculous like this.”

“They look sexy as fuck. Leave it. Pants off. Hurry. I’m hungry.”

Now, the red in her cheeks seemed more from heat than embarrassment. She obeyed, wiggling those generous hips out of her skintight jeans in a move that nearly made him come in his pants. Next time he’d be watching that from the rear view.

Her panties were totally useless, an aqua thong that couldn’t possibly contain her arousal. The thing matched her bra and looked dark from her wetness. “Holly,” he rasped out as his cock leaked into his own underwear.

She met his gaze, though it seemed to take effort. “I’m not exactly built like most of those girls downstairs.”

“The Honeys?” He snorted. “Those scrawny bitches aren’t worth a second of your time, sugar. You’re built like you walked straight from my dirtiest fantasies, Holly. Curvy hips, big soft tits, and an ass I’ve jerked off to thoughts of every fucking night since I’ve met you.”

“S-seriously?”

“Dead serious, sugar. Now get on the fucking bed for me.”

The compliments seemed to bolster her confidence. Something they’d need to work on, because the woman had a traffic-stopping body. She should strut into any and every room, head held high, letting those rounded hips sway to their full potential while rocking outfits that showed off her tits and legs. Instead, she felt the need to issue a disclaimer.

By the time he was done with her, she’d be in love with her own body.

Holly straightened her shoulders, then turned giving him a prime view of her ass split by the fucking string of her thong. LJ let out a tortured groan which had Holly peeking over her shoulder with a playful smirk.

That’s it, sugar. Tease me with that gorgeous body.

When she reached the bed, Holly faced him again, then sat on the edge of the mattress. She bit her lower lip, then slowly leaned back until her elbows held her in a semi-reclined position.

In two long strides, LJ stood directly in front of her. “Spread your legs.”

Holly’s breath caught, but she did as he asked, parting those creamy thighs wide enough his large body could fit between them. And that’s exactly where he put it.

Attention fixed on the dark swath of fabric barely covering her pussy, LJ dropped to his knees between her legs. He placed one large hand on the inside of each of her thighs, eliciting a hiss from Holly as though he’d seared her skin. Still staring at her core, he pressed her legs even wider.

Holly remained on her elbows, watching every move he made with desire-filled eyes.

“You ready to come on my tongue?”

Her head moved up and down. “So ready,” she whispered.

“Don’t have to ask if you’re wet.” He’d thought that comment would make her blush again, but whatever spike in ego she’d gained earlier remained.

“No,” she said. “You don’t. Pretty sure you’d have to be blind to miss how soaked my panties are.”

Goddamn, the woman was something when she owned her sexuality.

“Lie flat. Want to feel those kitten claws on my scalp again. Can’t do that if you’re propping yourself up.”

Holly did as he asked, and he rewarded her by slowly kissing his way up her thigh. When he reached her sex, he slid his finger over the wet panel of her thong. Over and over, LJ teased her opening, rimming it with feather-light touches that had to be driving her mad.

He purposefully ignored her clit. Within seconds, he had Holly squirming on the bed, fists opening and closing at her sides.

Her hips jerked as she tried to get him to do something. Increase the pressure, enter her, finger her clit. None of that was going to happen until—“LJ, please”—there it was. Until she begged.

“Please what, sugar?”

“Please, stop torturing me. I need more.”

The scent of her arousal was far more intoxicating than the tequila he’d indulged in earlier. He hooked a finger under her thong and dragged it to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. “More, like this?” he asked right before tonguing her clit.

Holly squeaked in surprise, then her hands landed on his head. Someone once told him he was nuts for keeping his head shaved. Said women wouldn’t have anything to grab while he was eating them out. Clearly, that fucker never had a woman’s nails piercing his scalp as they writhed in pleasure.

Sexiest fucking feeling.

Holly wasn’t shy about taking what she wanted from his hungry mouth. She held his head firmly between her hands and rubbed her clit against his tongue as much as he was stroking his tongue against her.

As he’d suspected, she was sweet as sugar and twice as addicting.

Tags: Lilly Atlas Hell's Handlers MC Romance
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