Chapter Three
Rage’s cock thickened at the sight of Penny’s large tits pressing against the fabric of her lace bra. He’d told Saint when she dropped him off a week ago that he was done waiting, and was going to take her.
“It’s up to Penny. If she wants you, then sure, go for it.”
He wasn’t asking for permission but giving his Prez time to understand that he was going to be pursuing her.
“Fuck me, baby, I’ve dreamt about your body, and you don’t disappoint.” Taking out his pocket knife, he slipped the blade beneath her bra and sliced the straps until they fell down. He tugged the rest of her bra away, pocketing his blade.
“I liked that bra.”
“I’ll buy you a new one from downstairs along with some special panties with no crotch.”
“No. I’ll never wear them.”
Shoving her to the bed, he followed her down so that he was the one kneeling on the floor. “You’ll wear them for me, and you’ll be at the club, soaking wet, begging for my cock.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m telling it like it is. You’re the one fighting the truth.”
“Why am I letting this happen? I don’t like you.”
He tugged off her jeans, and tore her lace panties until she was naked underneath him. The scent of her cunt wafted up, teasing him. His mouth watered for a taste of her pretty pussy. She wasn’t shaved, but he didn’t mind. He’d handle that in time. Rage doubted she was ready for him to shave the fine hairs off her pussy. He’d give it time¸ and when she was ready, he’d get what he wanted out of her. It wasn’t much. He just wanted to own every single inch of her. He wanted to possess her body, her mind, her heart, and soul.
“Look at what I found here.” He opened the lips of her sex. The evidence of her arousal glinted up at him. “Your mind may not want me, but your body knows what it wants, and it wants to get fucked really bad.”
She moaned, arching up against him.
Running his thumbs down either side of her pussy, he spread her open. He didn’t touch her clit even as she panted, trying to move so that he would.
“Beg me,” he said.
“What?”
“You heard me. Beg me. Beg me to suck this clit, to let you come.”
“You’re insane.”
Releasing her body, Rage stood and removed the rest of his clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re naked, and, baby, you look so much better than I imagined you would.”
“You imagined me naked?”
“Every single day for the past three years.” He kicked his jeans aside and wrapped his fingers around his naked cock. Smearing the pre-cum leaking out of his tip, he worked the natural lubricant across his dick.
“What are you doing?” she asked again. She licked her lips, and Rage groaned. Soon she’d be on her knees, accepting his dick into her mouth.
“You don’t want to beg me, that’s fine. You don’t get to feel my tongue on your pussy. Me, I’m going to come looking at the sight before me. Your tits are huge, and they’re real. Think how good they will look covered in my spunk.” He couldn’t wait to rub his seed into her skin, decorate that perfect body with his cum. She’d look so perfect, and she belonged to him. He might even take a picture and send it to Pea. Rage was sure that fucker had a thing for Penny, or at the very least, he wanted to fuck her.
Rage wasn’t going to share his woman. Penny wouldn’t be a club whore. She’d belong to him in all the ways that counted to the club. She’d get her skin marked with his name, wear his leather cut, and tell the world that she was Rage’s woman.
“All you have to do is beg.”
He watched her jaw clench as she glared at him.