Joy (Hell's Handlers MC 7)

Serious Mav made her heart pitter-patter.

Serious Mav fucked like no other.

“Come here,” he said, eyes smoldering. “Come sit on Santa’s lap.”

Steph took three steps forward. She could have toyed with him a little. Teased him and watched his eyes flare as she played with herself, but her need rivaled his, and she’d only be denying what she really wanted. What they both needed.

When she reached the couch, instead of sitting on his lap, she dropped to her knees and placed a chase kiss to the tip of his dick. Precum coated her lips. One lick of the salty fluid was all it took to have Mav groaning and yanking her from under her arms.

“Fuck it, changed my mind. I can’t take that today.”

Landing with a knee on either side of him, Steph rubbed her soaked pussy up and down his length. Mav’s head fell back as he hissed out a curse, neck muscles cording with tension. “Fuck, baby, how’d you get so wet already?” He sounded like he’d been chewing rocks.

Still grinding on his steely shaft, Stephanie placed her lips next to his ear. The position put her tits right in his face, and he wasted no time burying his face between them. “You made me wet. All I have to do is look at you and I’m drenched. Don’t you know that, Mav?”

“I know it,” he said as he kissed and nipped his way across the tops of her breasts, making shivers trail down her spine and goosebumps pop up all over her skin. “That’s one of the many reasons you’re so goddammed perfect for me.”

Steph smiled, running her hands through the back of Mav’s hair.

“Can’t wait, baby. Need inside this gorgeous body now.”

“Well,” she said as she lifted a few inches up and grabbed his cock. He groaned through clenched teeth. “I think we’ve already established I’m ready for you.”

Panting now, Mav speared two fingers into her. “Yeah you are.” He scissored his fingers, opening her, and together, they joined their bodies. “Fuuuck,” he drew out as she slowly descended on him. “So fucking hot.”

Yeah, her sentiments exactly.

“Love you, Steph,” he said as he grabbed her ass in one hand and banded the other arm across her back. Tight. She could barely move on him, he held her so close. “You’re fucking everything to me. You know that, right? That you’re my world?”

She nodded, unable to speak around a constricting throat. They were a demonstrative couple both in words and actions, but this seemed over the top even for Maverick. He pressed his lips to her neck before resting his forehead there. Whatever had him in this intense and extra loving mood, she didn’t care, she freaking loved it.

She closed her arms around him as well, one across his upper back and the other clutching his hair, holding his forehead pressed to hers. With their chests pressed together, she swore their hearts beat as one. Never before had Stephanie felt so connected to another person. Warmth filled her as they stayed still and quiet like that for a few moments. She closed her eyes and just absorbed the incredible sensation of being loved and protected. But the peace didn’t last long, Stephanie’s sex clamped down on him as the need to move tore through her.

“Mav,” she said, sounding desperate and needy.

She jerked her hips, trying to get some leverage to fuck him properly, but he didn’t release her, didn’t even lessen his hold.

“Like this,” he whispered, gazing into her eyes. His own shone with emotion and adoration.

“Baby,” she whispered as love for him nearly made it impossible to breathe.

“I know,” he said.

Stephanie sucked in a breath, forcing her body to calm as much as was possible, given her level of arousal. The steadiness in Mav’s gaze held her captive. The house could burn to the ground around them, and she’d never even notice. With tiny upward thrusts, he rocked his pelvis into her. Stephanie mimicked his moves, grinding down on him and rocking against him as well. While it wasn’t close to the furious pounding she’d come to crave, this position did amazing things for her clit.

Not to even mention she’d never felt more connected to the man she loved. She had no idea how long they stayed that way, pressed against each other, gazes locked, and bodies moving as one.

The climb to the top was different than she’d ever experienced. A slow, steady glow flared in her core, heating her from the inside. She shivered, lost in the connection to this wonderful man.

“I love you too, Maverick,” she whispered.

His eyes flashed with deep passion as he gripped the back of her head with one hand, never releasing the way he crushed her to him. He fused their mouths together, and they kissed exactly how they made love, lazily, a languid exploration and mating.