Page 5 of Completing Her

“I just. I mean, you never seemed like you wanted me before. I just want to make sure it’s not about what happened in the alley. I, I mean I’m okay now. You don’t have to feel sorry for me.”

“Why the hell would I feel sorry for you?” His brows shot up as he pulled back. His eyes searched her face, probing every inch until she couldn’t take it anymore. Turning her face to the couch and swinging her hair over her scar. “I can’t think of a damn thing. You own a damn good business, making nice money. You picked yourself up and did something with your life after it tried to beat you down. So brave. And you’re beautiful.” Her head whipped back around, her eyes zapping to his. He didn’t mean it. “I mean it.” The words ripped out, as if he’d heard her thoughts. “You’re beautiful. And this,” his hand scraped her hair away from her face. “This doesn’t change a damn thing. Beauty can’t be hidden.”

She shook her head again and tried to raise up, but his arms locked around her waist. “I’m none of those things.” He opened his mouth to protest, but she slapped her hand over his words. Their eyes widened, and she smiled. The mouse was in charge. “I’m not putting myself down. I’m not. And I don’t feel sorry for myself. But I don’t lie either. I have an okay business. But it’s a living and I love it. Love what I built with it. I know my father would love it.” Rage’s brow arched like he wanted to say something, but she wasn’t done. “You’re right. I didn’t let life beat me down. It’s been kind of mean and sucky to me, but it’s also given me great times, a wonderful mom, family, and two great dads. Not a lot of people can say that.” She huffed. “I’m not beautiful.” She pressed harder against his lips when his head tried to shake her fingers off. “I’m not. But it’s okay. I’m okay. And if you find me attractive,” she wiggled across his hips, swallowing his moan with her smile. “If you want me, then I’m better than okay.”

His eyes narrowed, glaring at her. Uh-oh, the cat didn’t enjoy being trapped by the mouse. She put her hand down. But he snatched it back and kissed her palm before it fell to her lap. “I want you.” He growled. His baritone resonated with her nerve endings. Like car alarms going off in a neighborhood when a loud motorcycle roared down the street. “Want you so bad. Want to dig so deep into your pussy, I brand my name on your ass with my balls. I want to come down your throat, on your nipples, across your belly. I want you riding my mouth like I ride my bike. Your knees punching my ears as you bounce on my jaw. I want my face sweating with your pussy juice. I want…”

She slammed her fingers back over his mouth and whispered. “Don’t tell me. Show me.”

His brow arched, and he chewed on her fingers until she released his lips. Rage’s low baritone rumbled between them. “You got something other than this floor? Because it’s gonna be a long night.”

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He dipped his head and sucked her lips back into his mouth. She tasted better than anything she served. Her lips were better than her best dessert. Rage stood up, never letting go of her butt as her legs tightened around his waist. Did she think he would drop her or let her go? Hell no, wasn’t happening. She’d let him into her mouse hidey-hole, and he wasn’t leaving. Poor little mouse, stuck with the cat. But she didn’t need to worry. She was gonna love it when he ate her up. His legs stormed down the hall in the directions she’d pointed. Shouldering the door open. A canopy bed. Who the fuck had a canopy bed? At least she’d tied the sheer lacy things back. Held in place by some kind of bow ribbon thingy. It was pretty as hell, but the only thing he’d ever do with a canopy bed would be to handcuff her to the posts and torment her fine ass. Licking and sucking on her until she begged him to cum. And maybe not even then. Yeah, they’d definitely do that. But not tonight. Tonight, he didn’t have time to torture her when he was the one being tortured. He’d slept on a bed of nails for weeks and torture time was over. He needed to be balls deep inside Molly.

She gave a little umph when he tossed her into the middle of the bed. “Strip or get stripped.” Dammit, it was no way to talk to your old lady. But he couldn’t fucking help it. Not when lust was pounding him and messing up his regular game. He couldn’t game her. Couldn’t play her. His words spilled out pure and true, because that was all he could do in the rack she held him in. Her fucking fault he’d lost the ability to think.

Rage toed off his jeans. His quick inhale had her eyes shooting up when he saw her undressed for the first time. Dammit, let me out, let me see. His dick begged. Registering Rage’s sudden stillness at the sight. Damn, she was fine as hell. No fucking way other men should see her perfection. He needed to mark her up as his in as many ways as he could. Now that he had her, everybody should know who she belonged to. He’d cover her neck’s light brown skin in love marks. Doing it, again and again, every time they faded. Not a problem, not with how addicted he was to her taste. He’d have a leather jacket patched with his name. Another sign for the dumb fucks who would try him. He’d stand outside her shop like a damn bouncer if he had to. He didn’t want anybody getting that close to her again.

“You alright?” Her wide brown eyes took in his marble form. She’d left on her bra and panties. And her shaky hands grabbed at the sheets to cover herself.

“No.” His roar was automatic as he started ripping his clothes off. “I’m fine. I mean, you’re fine. So fucking fine. Shit. I mean, damn, sorry. But damn, If I had known you had all that under those clothes, I would have…”

Molly’s brow arched. “You would have?”

“Never mind.” He dived on the bed. Landing on top of her. His big ass didn’t fit. His feet hung over the footboard while his scalp touched the headboard. He might have to crouch her on her hands and knees to make them fit. His dick jumped up and voted for that option. Like they had a fucking choice. His heart raced when he imagined curling over her back and ramming into her. The skin along his dick tightened as his dick stretched in anticipation. He’d never been so fucking hard. Her eyes were even wider. Shit, he was probably scaring her to death, but hell, he was scaring himself. What the fuck was going on? He’d never been so lost in a woman that he couldn’t fucking think. He pulled her higher up the bed. Touching her forehead with his. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking sexy. So fucking mine.”

He kissed her eyelids shut, murmuring more shit against her lips. What the fuck was he saying? He didn’t know, but he meant every word. Every groan, every grunt, every sigh said it better than his words could anyway. He wasn’t a fucking poet. She’d have to fucking accept that. “Mine, mine, mine.” He rumbled against her lips. Sealing them with kisses over questions. Until she relaxed and accepted his claim and her questions melted into her sighs, moans, and murmurs. He licked the long, strong tendons of her neck. Where her muscles corded and tensed. Like she knew he was going to mark her there with his bites. Yeah, you read that right, baby. Damn right, I’m going to mark you up. His lips pulled on her soft skin, sucking in the tender flesh and leaving the proof of his possession. Every biker knew you could get locked up for possession. And he was in danger of being arrested for life. Cause he was leaving proof of his possession. He left another mark. Stringing them like pearls down the side of her neck, before continuing the strand along to the other side and marking her up to her earlobe. He pulled his head back to admire. Now that was a fucking necklace.

But it wasn’t enough, it couldn’t be. His lips trailed down to her shoulder bone. Lapping at the beads of sweat as they pimpled there. Each droplet ignited the buds of his tongue. Nope, that wasn’t enough either. He trailed down the cleft between her breasts. His hands brought the two teardrop-shaped, generous mounds together while he nuzzled in between. He couldn’t wait to drive his dick through the tunnel the two mounds created. Her breasts were heavy and full as her back arched off the mattress, offering them to his questing mouth. Okay, he took the detour she offered and hydroplaned from one mound to the other, nipping, lipping, and sucking until the nipples rose like kickstands into his mouth. He pulled on them some more, elongating her cinnamon-colored sticks into his mouth. Pushing the breasts even closer together to suck both nipples into his mouth. Damn like this, she would squeeze his dick so tight. She’d get a real pearl necklace, for sure. His dick hunched against her pussy in response. He pulled back and blew on her nipples, enjoying her moan. Before guzzling them back into his mouth to chomp around her aureoles. The sexy circles contracting into hard prickly bumps. Her nipples screamed and pressed against the roof of his mouth. Could she get off just on nipple play? He slid one hand to the quivering slash between her legs. Using one hand to hold the two mounds together while he sought the answer.

His fingers wormed their way into her tunnel. Testing her wetness. He pulled away the dripping proof on his digits. Yep, she was definitely a nipple girl. One who could get off with just nipple and breast play. Usually, the bigger the breast, the less the response. Hot damn, she blew that theory straight to hell. But it wasn’t what he wanted right now. He let her breasts fall out of his mouth with a juicy plop. And continued on her joy highway driving south. Taking another detour around her navel. The slide of her fingers on his bald scalp had him leaking between her legs. Small bites marked his passage along her pleasure trail. Marking her for himself, cause dammit, no other man should ever be close enough to see these bites.

He paused on the crest of her mound. His chin nuzzled the two lips apart while his eyes sought hers. She lifted her head and held his gaze before dropping her head back to the pillow. Her thighs bounced against his sides as she urged him on. She didn’t need to urge him. He’d only paused to make sure she was with him. That she knew good and damn well who she was riding. Who she belonged to. He waited until her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned like an alley cat. Only then did he continue. ‘Cause dammit, she knew. He bumped her clit with his nose before his lips sucked the nubbin into her mouth. His ears took the bruising like the loser in a prize fight as her thighs pummeled him. He slid his fingers back into her hot and humid pussy. The velvet walls sheathed themselves around his entry. Shit, she was tight. He worked in two fingers but struggled, even with her natural lube, to get in a third. Dammit, she shouldn’t be this tight. How the fuck was he going to fit without hurting her? He was definitely bigger than three fingers. He sucked her clit back into his mouth. Sucking harder and lashing the clit. Nibbling up and down the ridge, ignoring the battering her thighs were giving. Stopping only to pull out and blow over the wet mess he’d created. Chewing on the bare lips, sucking them into his mouth, and releasing them. Before diving back to pull on her clit again. Shit, now that was working. He got three fingers in and started sliding in his pinky. Just a little baby finger. Come on girl, you can take it. He scissored the fingers around, making her heels climb up and down his thighs, beating him until he pulled away from the sweet battering.

A wet spot the size of a small river had formed from his dick. But who the fuck cared? Rage climbed up her body. Wiping his sopping face and beard on the soft curls of her mound and splaying his tongue along her belly as he licked back up, before claiming her mouth again. He scooted her closer to the headboard and swirled his dick in circles around her pussy entrance. Their lube combined at her opening. He tore open the gold foil packet he’d carried around since he met her. “You ready, baby?”

Her breath hitched, and she tensed before nodding. “Yes, God yes. So ready.” Her hips wiggled against his. Trying to suck him in. He grinned. His lady was as eager as he was. No need to take his time and beat around the bush. He could just slam the fuck in. Bury his dick in her pussy like he’d wanted to do from the first day.

Chapter 5

Rage slammed into her body. Breaking through every barrier and digging as deep into her as he could get with one stab. “Shit. Ow.” His powerful thrust pushed her words out and tears watered her eyes before she could hide them. He froze like a gargoyle being turned to stone. She turned her head to the side. But a single tear leaked out the side of her eyes. He didn’t fit. Couldn’t fit. Why hadn’t she picked a small guy for her first time? Oh yeah, she’d wantedhim. Had to have him. So she’d taken him. If he hadn’t made the first move, she would have. But they didn’t fit. How fucking embarrassing. Her hands started pushing him out. But he was immovable. So, her body tried inching away, but the headboard pushed back. She had nowhere to go. Why didn’t he leave? Why wasn’t he pulling out? He couldn’t possibly want this to continue.

“Molly, no. Wait.” He hissed. His hands were on her shoulders, holding her still. His head dipped down along the side of her face and rested on the pillow while his body shook with deep, gasping breaths. He raised his head and his gaze bored into the side of her face like lasers. Nope, she wasn’t opening her eyes. Was. Not. “Molly, look at me.”

She shook her head, scrunching her eyes as if he could compel them open. “No, I’m sorry. I should have said something.”

He sighed, another deep breath that shuddered through her body. Electrifying each spot where they connected deep in her womb. “Molly, how long has it been? A few years at least?”

“Since… since never. It’s been since never.” Nowhersigh earthquaked through their joined bodies.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you say something?”

“Like what?” Her eyes flashed open. Ignoring her demand to stay closed. Determined to find out why he wasn’t releasing her.

But once he had her gaze, he caught it and wouldn’t release that either.

“Like; ‘Rage, I’m a virgin’. That would have been nice. Then I wouldn’t have barged in like a…” He took a deep breath. Tremors rattled her body again. But this time, the pulses sent warm spikes of tingles inside. She sighed and tried to settle around his dick. Giving it a soft squeeze, curious to see what it felt like. His body stiffened. Did it hurt? “Damn baby, don’t do that.” He took another deep breath. “I don’t want to ruin you.” His words froze her movements. Her sudden stiffness squeezed him again. Setting off another shudder.

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