Page 7 of Completing Her

“Wait,” she groaned. Arching her back off the table, toppling a centerpiece. “Wait.”

“No, baby.” He shook his head from side to side to clear the ringing of her denial. “Can’t wait. As soon as I tasted the whipped cream, I knew the cream I wanted to taste.” He cupped her mound. Sliding his finger over nubbin. “Whipped cream is nothing compared to your taste. All it did was make me hungry to have you melting on my tongue. I want my tongue living inside your walls. You’re so tight Your pussy grips my tongue like a hand. And I fucking love it. I love how tight you are.” The jeans joined her shirt on the floor.

He was tugging off his own jeans when she sat up. He shook his head. “You’re going the wrong way, baby.” He used his forehead to nudge her back down. Wrestling his jeans to the floor. Wishing he could just rip them in shreds. Burst out of them. So nothing would stand between them. No barriers to their desire.

“I’m serious, Michael. Wait.” She slid her fingers down to cup him. Imitating the possessive hold he had on her pussy. “I want to tasteyou. Hold you inside my mouth.” Her hand curled around his cock and drew out another groan. “I want to have your cream. You tasted me all night. Feasted.” She slipped off the table. Her delicate hands on his chest. Reversing their positions and pushing him down to the table. Then she stepped between them. Dropping to her knees and taking his heart with her when she fell to the floor.

“Damn,” the word hissed out like the steam of her lattes. “I couldn’t take it. You’d be swallowing my cream for sure. There is no way you could put that hot mouth on me. Look at me with those big brown eyes. Your lips wrapped around my dick. There is no way I could see that sight and hold back. Not when that’s been the vision haunting my dreams for the last month and a half.” Her determined eyes sizzled like hot coals.

“Then don’t hold back. I couldn’t hold back. And it didn’t stop you at all.” Her tongue flattened a trail down the center of his belly. “Give me everything. No, never mind. Don’t give me. I’m taking everything. Just like you did.” She parted his legs with her shoulders. Took her ruby red lips and wrapped them around his cock.

Rage grabbed her hair to pull her back and then lost the fight and slammed her head down. He was crazy, insane, raging. No one had ever gone down on him like she did. Like she loved his taste as much as he loved her hers. She couldn’t.Hewas the addict. But she never blinked. Her wide, innocent eyes blazed with desire. Watering as if she was choking. But looking as if she’d rather choke than release the treasure in her mouth.

Rage bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. Hissing when she laved the underside, and lightly trailed her teeth along the straw-like column. Working her way up to his mushroom head and nibbling. If she ever figured out the power she had over him. If she ever knew, he was nothing in her hands. If she found out, he was whipped cream melting into her will. Becoming, being, anything she wanted. He’d be lost. “Baby,” he groaned through clenched teeth. “Baby, come up here. Ride me.”

He pulled her off her knees. Sliding her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. When she locked in place, he stood up. Plunging into her welcoming tunnel. Slamming her down on his dick. Pulling out, withdrawing, and slamming into her again. Each time he slammed in, she gripped him like she was holding on to a thick, corded rope. Like the rope was her only means of survival. Saving her from plunging off a cliff. Her pussy held on, squeezing every time he pulled back. Resisting. Shit, did she think he wanted to pull back? Hell, he wanted to stay buried as deep as he could fit. But dammit, he wanted to slam her down, too. Batter her ass on his thighs with every pound. He needed to wreck her. Slam into her and wreck her like he was wrecked. This shit was a two-car pileup where they both crashed and burned. Nobody survived. He slammed in again. Fighting her resistance. Bouncing her down. Their slapping crescendo drowning out any noise. Drowning out their pounding heartbeats. Deafening them to everything but their grunts, moans, and the sounds of him plunging in and out. Desperate to find relief. His thighs strained with the effort of standing up. Sweat rolled down his body, but he only held her closer. Her warmth searing him as he plunged in and sealed the victory that carried them over the edge.

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Rage tossed the cold coffee down the sink with no regrets. Molly had already given him the boost he needed to start his day. He cleaned up their congealed eggs. Scraping the abandoned breakfast into the garbage can. While she put the table, they’d wrecked, back together. She sighed, her eyes a million miles away as she worked. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing, just thinking about tomorrow.” His brows pulled together.

“What’s going on tomorrow?” She shrugged. “This weekend was so magical. I guess tomorrow we’ll be back to reality.” Her eyes misted, and she folded her hands around her waist. “I guess we’ll be going back to reality tonight when you leave.”

He put the towel down and held her gaze. “Do I have to leave?”

“No, of course not. I just figured you’d want to.”

The light she’d brought to his heart flickered. Was she was putting him out? “Do I need to prove how much I want to stay with you? ‘Cause I don’t mind showing you again.”

“I don’t mind you proving it again, either.” She smiled, and the lights turned back on. “I don’t mind at all.” Molly pushed the chair up to the table. “But I’m wondering about tomorrow. What will it mean when we go back to our real lives?” She sighed. “I guess you won’t be coming in for coffee.” She grinned, “Especially since you don’t like it, anyway.”

“I never came for the coffee. It was always about you.” His eyes tracked every gesture as she moved farther away from him.

“Yeah, well, what will your brothers have to say about that?”

“I don’t know and don’t care.” Now her brow arched.

“I see you guys together. You come into the shop and you’re closer than most families. You guys care about each other. Kinda hard to believe you don’t care what they think.”

Rage shrugged again. “I care, but I’m not worried about it. I’ll tell them you’re my lady, and you make me happy. That’s all they need to know. That’s all they care about.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You’re going to tell them I’m your lady?”

“Hell yeah, it’s not something we keep secret. They’ll figure it out, anyway. Especially when I grab you over the counter and pull you into my arms for my morning kiss.”

“You’d do it. Put it out there. Let everyone know about us.”

“I’m not ashamed and I’m not hiding it” Wait, was she ashamed? He rubbed his hand across his chest. The ache there burning behind his palm. Did she want to hide it? Didn’t want the other shop owners to know that she was slumming with the tattooed biker. Her words sucked him right back into the playground, and he was Smelly-Melly Micheal, the garbage man’s son.

He’d been so busy rubbing his chest that she startled him when she put her hands on his forearm. When had she crossed the room? “Rage, I’m not ashamed. I’m not. I just didn’t know if you wanted to tell them about us. I mean, we’re still getting to know each other. Still figuring out what this is. Two nights ago, I was getting jumped in an alley. Now I’m sleeping with the guy who saved me. That’s a lot for me to process. Forus. Maybe we should finish processing. Get used to us before we bring others into it.”

“That’s not how I work.” His brows lowered, and he couldn’t stop his glare. “I got an old lady. I want everybody to know.”

She dropped his arms like she’d picked up a hot coffee pot. Pulling back and wrapping her arms around her waist again. “Have you had a lot of old ladies?”

“No, you’re the first,” he snagged her hands. “…And the last.”

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