RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (62 page)

***Raven***

He hasn’t moved. He’s just sitting there staring at me like
a deer caught in the headlights. I hope he likes it. Or did he want to undress
me? Fuck. I hope I didn’t ruin everything. Tentatively, I make my way back to
him. It’s not until I’m standing before him that he finally makes a move.
Reaching up, he trails a finger between my breasts, down my stomach, and to the
waistband of my panties. My body shivers, and the asthma attack he induces
begins. Slowly, he pushes the sides of my new cut aside, revealing my breasts.
My nipples harden under his hungry stare.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters.

As he moves behind me, a tingle runs down my spine. I lean
in to him, laying my head on his chest when he moves my hair to the side. He
buries his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply.

“What does this cut mean, Raven?”

“I’m yours,” I whisper.

“
Mine
.”

While cupping both breasts, he begins to suck at the base of
my neck. I reach up and grab his hair, needing something to hold on to.

“That means… these… are mine,” he continues.

One hand massages my breast as the other slides down my
stomach, and into my panties.

“This,” he growls as he finds my clit. “Is
mine
.”

“Yes… Yours,” I groan. Leaning in closer, I grind on his
erection as he circles my clit. “Gage, please….”

He pinches my nipple, rubbing my clit in fast, tight
circles. I moan, desperately needing him inside me. I need to finally feel what
it’s like to have him completely.

“You’re going to come on my fingers first. Then, you’re
going to come on my tongue.”

“Oh, God….”

“Then, after I make you beg for my dick, I’m going to slide
it inside this tight pussy of yours, and make you come all over it.”

“Yes. Oh, God, yes!” I scream as my body convulses. My knees
buckle, and he slides his free hand around my stomach, holding me up. He
doesn’t let up, tormenting my clit even after I’ve stopped shaking.

“Gage….”

Turning me around, he gently pushes me on the bed, and
stares at me. His gaze burns a trail down my body. He hooks his fingers into my
panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. Now, I’m left in my birthday
gifts. I still can’t believe it. I’m officially his woman… his old lady. And he
claimed me before we even made love. I’m his, and goddammit, he’s mine.

As he leans forward, I wrap my arms around his neck. His
kiss is wrought with desire and possession. He claimed me with his patch, now
he’s going to claim me with his body. I can’t fucking wait. Reaching down, I
grip his dick through his boxers. He groans, pressing it into my hand, urging
me on.

“Fuck, babe,” he mumbles against my lips.

He kisses down my neck, licking my skin as he goes. A warm
breath expelled on my nipple, makes me writhe beneath him. I’ll be begging
sooner than he thinks. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue
around it.

“Gage!” I cry out when he bites into it.

“Again,” he growls, sinking his teeth into it once more.

“Gage!”

He moves to the other, relentlessly sucking and licking. My
back arches as his hand glides down, sliding between my lips. When he nudges my
legs farther apart, I move up to my elbows, watching as his head descends. He
falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around my thighs as he licks his lips. He
keeps our gazes locked, leans forward, and licks my clit. My head falls back
and I whimper, marveling at the new sensation.

“Look at me,” he commands.

Swallowing hard, I lift my head, and watch as he slides his
tongue between my lips. My thighs tremble. My stomach muscles lock up.

“You taste better than I imagined.”

He flails his tongue against my clit, and then pulls it into
his mouth, sucking on my already sensitive flesh.

“Oh, God!”

I thread my fingers in his hair, grabbing and pulling a
handful. I don’t know how to deal with the pleasure coursing through my body,
yet he intensifies it, sliding a finger inside me.

“Fuck,” he groans when I clench around it. “So wet…” he
flicks his tongue on my clit as he begins to move his finger in and out. “So
fucking tight.”

Slowly, he works another finger in. Whimpering, I try to
force his head back down. He chuckles, pressing on my clit with the thumb of
his free hand.

“You like my tongue, babe?”

“Fuck, yes!”

He chuckles again, slowly finger fucking me.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Gage,” I plead. “Please, I want your tongue.”
Leaning forward once more, he devotes his attention to my clit. He licks,
swipes, sucks, and swirls, driving me to the breaking point.

“Gage, I’m coming!”

He withdraws his fingers, sucking on my clit until my legs
stop quivering. Falling back on the bed, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to
get my hammering heart to calm down. Then, he appears over me, a smirk on his
gorgeous face.

“Ready?”

Fuck. Me.

***Gage***

I lick my lips, savoring her taste. Fuck. I foresee myself
spending a hell of a lot of time with my face buried in her pussy. The woman
tastes like Heaven. Now that I’ve had the appetizer, it’s time for the main
course. She stares up at me, just a bit of fear in her beautiful eyes.

“There’s nothing to worry about, doll.”

“I know. I want this, Gage. I want you.”

“You want my dick?”

“Yes. Please, Gage. I can’t wait any more. Fuck me, please.”

“That’s all I needed to hear, babe.”

I drop a gentle kiss on her lips, then retrieve a condom
from the nightstand. As I rip the wrapper with my teeth, my phone alarm goes
off in my jacket.

“What’s that one for?” Raven asks.

“It’s eleven fifty-nine. I told you I’d be inside you at
midnight.”

She swallows hard. Ignoring the alarm, I step between her
legs, and kick off my boxers. Her eyes widen as she stares at my dick. The damn
thing jumps, and she hasn’t even touched it. Fuck. It’s been too long. I roll
the condom on, grab her thighs, and pull her to me.

“Try to relax.”

“’Kay.” She nods nervously.

I grab the base of my dick, and push at her entrance. She
goes rigid, her pussy clamping down on the head. I close my eyes with a groan.

“Sorry,” she whispers.

“Don’t be. Just wait a few seconds before you do that
again.”

Utilizing patience I didn’t know I had, I slowly work my way
inside her, inch by excruciating inch. I just want to bury my dick inside her.
She’s so wet, so tight, she has me wanting to break my condom rule. I want to
feel her. I
need
to feel her—no barrier.

Placing my palms on the bed on either side of her head, I
stop mid-way, giving her some time to adjust.

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

I grab her thigh and sink deep, moaning when I bottom out.
She cries out, scratching at my shoulders.

“Gage!”

She tightens around me, trying to pull away.

“Don’t move. Just relax. You’ll be fine,” I force through
gritted teeth. It’s taking every ounce of strength I have to not pound into her
until I come. Without even the first stroke, I know this is it. From now on,
this is the only pussy for me. She’s the only woman I need. I stare down at
her, wondering how this little woman could make such a big impact on my life in
such a short time. And all without me fucking her. Maybe I knew—even from the
beginning—how special she is. If I’d given in and fucked her, I probably would
have dropped her a long time ago without a second thought. And we wouldn’t be
where we are today. Shit. I have an old lady. A beautiful—inside and out—old
lady, with the tightest, wettest pussy I’ve had in my life.

“Better?” I ask hopefully.

She nods, and I move as carefully as I can. With each
tentative stroke, I fall deeper and deeper under her spell. When she clenches
around me, my restraint snaps. I can’t hold back anymore. Grabbing her thighs,
I slide in and out of her, groaning when I hear her whimpers.

“Gage….”

“You okay, babe?”

“Yes… don’t stop.”

Lifting her into my arms, I lie on the bed, making her
straddle me.

“
Dios
…” She throws her head back.

As much as I love seeing her in that cut, it’s blocking my
view. After sliding it off her shoulders, I toss it aside. Without prompting,
she begins to ride me, placing her hands on my chest. Back and forth she
slides, grinding her mound into my pelvis. I reach up and palm her tits,
squeezing the firm flesh. She moans, and I pinch both nipples, slightly twisting
them. Crying out, she places her hands on top of mine.

“Fuck, Raven. You feel amazing.”

Trailing one hand down her stomach, I press on her clit with
my thumb. As I begin making small circles, she moves faster.

“
Sí
… right there,
papi
.”

Gripping her hip with my free hand, I sink my fingertips
into her flesh. Her breathing accelerates and she begins to moan continuously.
I know she’s close.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I… I’m… I’m… Gage!”

Her pussy begins to spasm around me, squeezing the fuck out
of my dick.

“Fuck!”

Flipping over, I put her beneath me once more, and pound
into her shaking body.

“Gage!”

I shout her name as I come, sinking deep into her. My body
shudders, and I collapse on top of her. Her hands slide around me, and she
holds me until my ragged breathing calms. Reluctantly, I pull out of her and
head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Seeing her blood on the latex
fills me with overwhelming pride, and also makes me feel like shit. I hope I
didn’t hurt her. Grabbing a wash cloth, I soak it in warm water. Walking back
to the bedroom and seeing her lying in my bed, I know that’s where she belongs.
She meets me at the foot of the bed, and slides her arms around my waist. I
nudge her thighs apart and begin to clean her up.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”

“That’s because I know what I’m doing,” I reply with a
smirk, relieved she’s okay.

“Yeah,” she giggles. “You definitely do. I’m glad you were
my first,” she says before kissing my chest.   

“Your first, your only, your last.”

“Last?”

“I just claimed you, woman. That’s something I thought I’d
never do… with
any
woman. So guess what? There’s no getting rid of me.”
With a smirk, I add, “I licked you, so you’re mine.”

She throws her head back, laughing. “I can’t believe it. I
have an old man. Can I get my own bike?”

“If you want to.” I shrug, tossing the wash cloth into the
hamper and picking up my clothes.

“Where are we going?” she asks as I toss her some shorts and
a T-shirt.

“Your place, to get your stuff. You’re moving into this
house. Tonight.”

“But—”

“I mean it, Raven. Your ass is mine and you’re moving in.
Got it?”

“Got it.” She swallows hard, nervously getting dressed.

As we’re walking out of the bedroom, I gently push her
against the wall. “When we get back, I’m tying you to that bed—”

“I know, I know… For a week.”

“That was before. A week will never be enough for me to get
my fill of you.”

She slides her hands up my chest, and to the back of my
neck. “How long?”

“As long as it takes. If I were you, I wouldn’t make any
plans for the next couple of decades.”

“Decades?” she shrieks.

“I told you, Raven. You’re mine, and that means forever.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

There’s something I thought I’d never say to a woman. But
here I am. I grab her hand and we hurry down the stairs. Calling Motor on the
way, I tell him to meet me at Lonnie’s with a box truck. I’m eager to get back
and start on this forever thing.

As I look over at her smiling face, I have a feeling forever
still won’t be enough time for me to spend with Raven Alvarez.

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