Loving Nicole (Savage Brothers MC #3)(59)

I don’t think, I’m pretty sure that’s impossible right now, anyway. I grab her by the back of the neck and slam my mouth against hers. Her hands come up pulling on my cut, at the same time I take her mouth. She pushes my cut off my arms and I maneuver so it falls to the f*cking ground. I don’t give a damn. My hands reach the silk blouse she’s wearing and I rip it apart. Buttons pop and fly out of the way at the same time her hands lift my shirt up. I yank it over my head. Our lips break apart, only because I have no choice, as the shirt joins my cut on the concrete.

“Fuck, Mama….” I hiss as her nails bite into my sides. I feel the soft skin of her stomach slide against mine.

“Dragon, I need you.” She moans before our lips come back together. My hand goes to the button of her jeans, undoing it and sliding the zipper down.

“I got you Mama, I got you.” I mumble, my lips kissing down her neck, my fingers slide into her underwear and immediately delve into her depths.

She’s so f*cking wet, my dick is pounding against my jeans—demanding to come out and play. I slip my fingers against her soaked clit torturing it and she bites into my shoulder. Motherf*cker, I need inside of her now. I pull back just enough so I can slide her clothes down over her hips. My hand goes to my belt, fumbling around like a f*cking teenager, when Nicole pushes against my chest.

“No…” she growls.

I jerk back. My dick is free, I’m about to slide home and now when she wants to stop?

“Damn it, Mama…”

“We can’t, not here, Dragon. Anyone can see.”

It hits me we’re in the middle of the hospital parking structure. If I listen, I can hear cars and voices. I try to breathe, because I can barely think. Blood is pounding in my system and I can hear it echoing in my ears. I’m at the point I don’t care who is around, I’ll take her on the f*cking hood.

Finally, I spot the cement pillar behind us. I pick her up and carry her to it. I put her back against the stone, as her feet slide to the ground. My eyes hold hers.

“Take your clothes off.”

I expect her to argue. I expect her to shoot me down. She doesn’t. She kicks off her shoes and steps out of her clothes. She’s buck naked from the waist down. Her shirt is open and torn all to hell, her breasts are heaving in a blue lace maternity bra and her skin is marked up from my rough kisses. She’s f*cking phenomenal. I’d crawl on hot coals to get to this woman, I know instinctively, I always will. Everything about her is perfect, and I get lost just staring at her.

“Are you going to f*ck me or wait for everyone and their grandmothers to join us?” She asks.

I guess I might have been staring a little too long, but f*ck me it’s been so long…

“Haven’t you heard that the best things come to those who wait, Mama?” I ask, blanketing my body against hers, running my tongue along the outer shell of her ear, whispering my words, tasting the salty-sweet flavor of her skin.

“I’d be satisfied just to cum, Dragon. It’s been too damn long,” she says back, her voice thick with need.

I’d laugh but her hand wraps around my dick and positions it at her entrance, while her other hand tugs on my jeans and her hand flexes against my ass.

“Why do you get to keep your jeans on?”

“Why are you asking….questions? Jesus, Mama.” I hiss out the last as I slide into her.

It has been too long—way too long. Her silky walls instantly stretch and welcome me, enclosing around my cock tightly. She whimpers and her teeth latch onto my neck.

“Too soon, Mama, we can stop?” I ask because it would kill me, but I’ll pull out before I hurt her.

“If you do I’ll kill you,” she whispers into my ear.

Both her hands slide under my opened pants, and grab my ass, pulling me deeper.

“It’s never close enough, Dragon. No matter how deep you get inside, it’s never close enough.”

She’s right. She’s f*cking-absolutely right. It’s always been that way. I wrap my hand around her knee and pull her leg up to my thigh, sinking in just a little more.

“Ohh….f*ck, yeah. That feels so good,” she moans.

I smile and take control. My woman has become more vocal since we’ve been apart. That’s good to know. I pull back until my cock is almost completely unsheathed and then angle so I go back in differently, scraping her walls. I kiss her, thrusting my tongue in and claiming her mouth. Her tongue dances with mine, wild and fierce and hungry—just like her slick, tight *. I keep our mouths fused, as I pick up my pace. It’s been so long and we’re both so far gone, I know it won’t take long. Still, I take my free hand and slide her bra down just enough I can tease her nipple. I pinch it hard, giving her a bite of pain, knowing they have to be tender. A touch of her milk glides against my fingers and right or wrong I f*cking love it. I squeeze harder, releasing just a little more and use the wetness to slide over and over her nipple, all the while pounding into her. My balls are actually sore from the climax just waiting to explode, but somehow my woman is managing to hold on. I feel her walls flutter against me. She’s ready, but she’s holding back. I can’t have that. My lips slide along the line of her jaw, up into the shell of her ear.

“Your * is so good, Mama. When we finish here I’m going to take you home and spread you out on the table in my office.”