Page 130 of Rags's Awakening
Rags sucked in a deep, ragged breath. “Fuck, woman.”
He eased into her slowly, savoring the way her skin stretched and expanded around him. “You’re perfect,” he murmured as a low moan escaped her throat.
Her warm walls encased him as he slowly moved in and out of her. Rags loved the way her pussy pulsed around his cock, her wetness covering him.
“Faster,” she whispered.
His control snapped. He pulled back and drove into her again, their gazes locked.
“It feels so good,” she gasped, pushing up and meeting his thrusts.
As he pumped in and out of her, he slipped his middle finger between her folds and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles.
“Yes. That’s it. Don’t stop,” she cried out.
The heat of her, the scent of her, the feel of her so close to him, skin on skin consumed him.
Dark brown eyes met his as he took all of her in: disheveled hair, reddened lips, glowing skin. With his gaze still locked on hers, his whole body tensed then his cock shot threads of hotness into her.
“Fuck, Case. Fuck.”
“I’m coming, Rags… oh…” Her slick walls spasmed around him, gripping and squeezing him.
He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans before collapsing against her, his chest heaving. She tightened her arms around him.
They stayed tangled together, breathing hard until their pulses slowed.
Rags lifted up, gently kissed her, then rolled onto his back, tugging her close. “You’re amazing, Case.”
She snuggled deeper, burying her face into his chest, her sigh warm against his skin. “It was wonderful,” she murmured.
He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, smiling at the soft rhythm of her breathing. Reaching over, he switched off the lamp and pulled the comforter over them. Rags held her close, listening to the wind howl through the trees and rattle the windows.
The bastard who’d been watching Casey had no idea what he’d started. He’d made one deadly mistake. He’d chosen Casey. Rags’s jaw tightened in the darkness.
And when he found the sonofabitch… the bastard wasn’t walking away.
***
“How’re the roads?”Puck asked as Rags stepped into the clubhouse.
“Slippery as hell. Is Hawk around?” he asked.
“No. A couple of his kids got the crud, so he’s stayin’ away for a few days.”
“Shit,” Rags muttered.
“What’s up?” Puck said.
“Just need to ask him to do somethin’ for me. Is Banger around?”
“Yeah.” Puck tilted his head toward the hallway. “He’s in his office. Was last night a bitch clearing all the roads?”
“Not too bad. I had somethin’ to take care of, so I bailed early, but the crew handled it.”
“Tank said it kicked ass. He was real into it.” Puck laughed.
Rags grinned. “I’ll remember that next time.”
