They Call Him Rage (The Wicked Saints Series - Book 1)

Chapter 3: Lockdown

Rage P.O.V

The whole club has been on lockdown for almost a month at this point. My brothers are getting restless, not being able to relieve themselves. Whenever we are on lock down only brothers, old ladies, close family and prospects are under protection during lockdown. No hang arounds to scratch that itch. Nothing beats a warm mouth or pussy to pound. A hand is just not cutting it.

BANG BANG BANG

"WHA-" All I managed to get out before someone burst into my office. Slamming the door in their wake.

My nostrils flare as I try to close my eyes and calm my rage. The intoxicating smell of peaches hit me like a train. I open my eyes to come face to face with the deadly vixen, I have been trying to get. But at every chance, she turns me down.

This deadly woman has given me worse case of blue balls, then the lockdown its self. Walking around in those shorter then hell shorts. Showing off that perfect peach. I just want to take a hand to. Hell I want to take a big ass bite. Steeling my eyes and trying control the now raging blood. That went from angry to hard as hell for this woman.

"-OU HAVE ANY IDEA? YOU CANT FUCKING ME HERE! ITS BEEN A GOD DAMN MONTH AND IM SICK OF ALL THESE FUCKING MEN TRYING TO GET INTO MY PANTS. IM SICK OF BEING LOCKED UP IN HERE LIKE A GOD DAMN PRISONER. YOU ARE GOING TO LET ME OUT. OR IM GOING TO CUT YOUR SMALL ASS FUCKING DICK OFF AND MAKE YOU CHOKE ON THAT BITCH." She yells at me.

The only thing I heard was her saying my dick was small. I stand to my full height and walk around my desk. Making sure to back her up against the door. Letting her know who is actually in charge here. Even though her face gives nothing and eyes shows how furious she is. The rest of her body from the change in her breathing and the slight shiver I caught. She's affected by me, like I am with her.

"Why have you been avoiding me cheeks?" I say huskily in her ear, as I take in her intoxicating scent. Body igniting with the warm smell of peach and arousal. Feeding that thirst that only she can sate.

"Mmm" was all that it took for me to claim those plump juicy lips. Plunging my tongue into her mouth claiming it for my own. A hint of Jack and coke on her tongue. Just the feel of her tongue on my own, has my jeans feeling tight. She grabs at the back of my neck, bringing my face into hers more.

I slide my hands down her hips to that perfect ass. Making sure I get a good squeeze in before lifting her up. Thighs wrapping around me, her heat against my own. In that moment I knew I was fucked. I needed her and I needed her bad.

Swiping the stuff off my desk and on to the floor. I wasn't going to let this moment go to waste, I needed to taste her. To devour her pussy, like a slice of warm cobbler and cream. Lips and tongue clashing with nips in-between. Taking my cut off, so nothing is in the way of feeling this vixen below me.

Groaning at the thought of how she would have felt below me. I now can feel it first hand. instead of by my own hands, like I have been. No matter how many times a hang around came my way, it wasn't the ass I wanted to take or the pussy I wanted wetting my lips. Always left feeling a need that they just couldn't handle.

Looking down at the beautiful woman below me, tits popping out her shirt with the nipples just peaking at the top. Lips swollen and cheeks a little flush. I want this woman in ways I never wanted another. Imma show her just how much I want her.

Unbuttoning her shorts making sure to watch her eyes, as she watched me. Before my resolves is completely gone, I ask her if she wants this. She all but purrs a 'yes', eyes dilating even more as her breathe comes out a little more shallow pants.