Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

“Fuck, that’s the spot isn’t it, baby?”

“Yes!” she shouted. “Yes. More.”

With a snarl, Gumby hammered into her again, hitting the sweet spot at the same time Screw pinched her nipples.

Jazz’s back arched off the bed as light danced behind her eyes. She shook and quivered, the pleasure so great, everything faded around her. It took a few seconds for her to register the harsh grunt and shout of Gumby as he came in the condom, his powerful tremors shaking her body as well.

“Jesus, you killed me, beautiful.”

She smiled, limp and sated with her eyes resting shut as a pair of lips met hers.

The respite didn’t last long.

Jazz opened her eyes as the bed shifted, to find Screw standing between her legs where Gumby had been, a feral look in his eyes. His condom covered cock, thicker than Gumby’s, jutted out, ruddy and near pissed off looking.

He wanted his turn.

“Can you take more?”

It’d been so long for her, she’d be sore tomorrow for sure, but she’d take soreness over missing this opportunity any day. And the fact that he’d checked in with her?

Hello warm fuzzies. She’d kinda expected Screw to just dive in and fuck without foreplay or care.

How wrong she’d been.

“How do you want me?” she said with a sassy grin.

“Oh, baby, I want you in every way possible. But for tonight…”

He grabbed her hips and flipped her so fast she couldn’t do anything but shriek and laugh. As she scrambled to all fours, Screw wasted no time sliding his cock right into her. Wet and soft from the orgasm, her body provided no resistance, but the sensitivity of her pussy had her crying out as the intense sensations bombarded her.

With a grunt, Screw fucked her like this was his one shot at having her. And who knew, maybe it was. Shaking off that gloomy thought, she met him thrust for thrust. If this was gonna be it, she sure as hell planned to milk every second of pleasure out of it.

“Christ, you were right, G. She’s tight as a damn fist. So goddammed good, Jazzy.”

“Hmm.” Gumby lounged on the bed, watching them with sleepy, sated eyes.

Screw curled his body around her as he fucked her. Mouth drifted to her ear. “Look at him,” he said and though she couldn’t see his face, she imagined his gaze trained on Gumby.

“He’s so fucking satisfied. Look at that spent cock lying soft across his thigh. You did that, baby. With this beautiful body.”

His words made her quiver.

“W-we did that.”

He chuckled, low and deep, running his hands over her body. “Yeah. We did.”

She turned her head, needing to deepen the connection to him, however foolish for her heart.

Screw eagerly met her mouth, kissing her with the same intensity he fucked her. The man did nothing in half measure. One hand stroked over her ass then around her body, finding her clit as though he had a road map to it.

She jolted at the first touch as electricity skittered across her nerve endings.

“Give me another one, baby. Give it to me so I can come.”

Jazz moaned which only made him gently capture her clit between his thumb and forefinger. “Screw!” she shouted against his mouth, her body beginning to make the climb once again.

He stopped moving.

“No!”

“What’d I tell you to call me? Only you two. Only like this.”

Oh, my God, he was going to make her fall for him, the bastard. But there was no way she could deny the request. “L-Luke.”

“Yes!” He rose up, gripping her hips and jackhammering into her like he’d lost control of himself.

Her arms and legs trembled and before she knew it, she was tumbling to the mattress. A hand stroked over her head. “You’re so beautiful, Jazz. So perfect. You took us both so perfectly.”

The softly spoken words caused a ripple deep in her core.

“Oh, fuck!” Screw shouted. “Whatever the fuck you just did, G, do it again. She squeezed me like a vise.”

“Just told our girl how goddammed perfect she was taking our cocks.”

This time the ripple lasted longer.

“Fuck yeah she is. Jesus.”

“Come, baby. Come for him and let him feel that pussy lose control.”

“Oh, God.” Gumby’s words were magic. Jazmine screamed into the mattress, fisting the sheets as a powerful orgasm crashed into her. It didn’t roll through as they sometimes did. No this one hit like a powerful knockout punch.

“Fuck!” Screw shouted, his body going rigid above her. Sweat dripped onto her back. He held her hips so hard, she’d have bruises to add to her collection of love bites tomorrow.

And she’d never felt better in her life.

Boneless, she lay sprawled on her stomach atop the mattress. Screw pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her cheek before getting up, presumably to dispose to the condom. Once his weight lifted off her back, Gumby grabbed her and pulled her over his body like a human blanket.