Rage (A Thunder Gypsies MC Outlaw Biker Romance) by Christa Wick Read Free Book Online

hide from him anymore.
    “Didn’t think so,” he said and dropped to his knees.
    Seeing his cock disappear beneath the line of the mattress, I growled my frustration at him. “What are you doing? I want you in me!”
    A cocky grin shaped his lips into the sexiest smile I’d ever seen.
    “I told you, baby girl, I’m a slow eater.” His lips parted but he didn’t place them against me. Instead, he slipped two fingers inside once more. “And I need this sweet pussy wet and stretched before I sink my cock into it.”
    “Wet isn’t a problem,” I groaned, relaxing into the mattress and telling my brain to let Callan fuck me exactly as he wanted to fuck me.
    “But tight is,” he agreed and slid a third finger in before his mouth descended to cover the rest of my sex.
    My fingers crept to my thighs then onto his head, their direction navigated by the need centered between my legs. I wanted to hold him tight to me, but his hair was too short to effectively knot my fingers in. But I could push and rub at his scalp, my hips lifting and squirming as he sucked at my clit and fucked his fingers deeper into my cunt. I froze, trembled, collapsed then tightened all over again.
    He buried his digits down to the base knuckle, flexing to make them feel a whole lot thicker than just three wide. He twisted, the pads pushing up on some spot I could never hope to reach on my own. My pussy suctioned around him, wet joining with tight so that I could hear the slurp of my own juices as he pushed in and out.
    “Callan...” I let the points of my nails dig at the back of his head, my threat that of a clawless kitten. Screams, unmistakably erotic, began to leave my throat. My torso convulsed in slow rolling waves as he kept me right at the edge of release.
    Out came three fingers, in went four. Any more and his whole hand would be inside me.
    “Yes, Callan, please,” I moaned. “Please let me come so you can fuck me.”
    His assent rumbled from his mouth to my clit. He sucked harder, flexed wider, pushed deeper. I brought my legs up, my heels digging into the small of his back. I couldn’t imagine so much pleasure rolled into one moment, one heartbeat.
    I exploded. I whipped my hands up to my face, my nails dragging at my bottom lip. My upper body tried to roll on my side in escape but Callan held on, forcing me to ride the crest of my orgasm, his mouth and fingers still lashing against and inside me.
    “Callan!” Tears rolled down my cheek -- too much pleasure turned to joy that turned to salt I could taste on my tongue.
    Relenting, he released me and quickly stripped the rest of his clothes away. One arm cradling me, he lifted my body until I was center of the mattress and then he forced my legs apart and settled between them.
    “You come like a banshee in the rain, baby. All wet and screaming,” he teased as he positioned his cock to enter me. “Are you ready to come again?”
    “Yes,” I whispered, throat raw from my cries of pleasure. “I need you in me. I need you to make it real.”
    “It sure sounded real.” He pressed his chest against mine, flattening my breasts until I didn’t think I could draw another breath.
    “Real for you.” I ran my hands over the thick-muscled arms that could lift and control me so easily, then down to the powerful muscles of his thighs and ass. “I want it to be real for you, to have you wet and screaming.”
    He still wasn’t in me, his hand positioned between us and blocking my attempts to wiggle onto his cock. I couldn’t understand why he would hold back. Doubt crept in. Had I done something wrong?
    “Don’t you want me?” My lips quivered with the question. He shushed me in answer, his mouth moving over the skin of my shoulder and neck in a whisper of kisses. “Please, Callan -- do you want me?”
    “More than anything, Avery.” His weight lifted until he supported his body on one arm and could look at me. Shadows darkened his gaze. I didn’t know if it was the light in