Viper (Hell's Handlers MC 9)

Cassie quivered in his hold. This man. This incredible man who still made her stomach flip and took her breath away after five years together. “There isn’t anything that would make me happier than to call you my husband. My husband.”

“Yes,” he whispered, then shouted, “Fuck, yes! Whooo! You’re gonna be my wife, baby!”

Happiness burst within her making her want to shout her love for him from the rooftops. Instead, she laughed at his reaction and was still laughing when he took her mouth in a sweet kiss. Within seconds sweet flew out the window and hunger took over. It’d been days since she’d seen and touched him, and the need to be filled by Viper rose so sharp and swift, it was almost painful.

“Viper,” she said on a gasp as he tore his mouth from hers and began to feast on her neck. He grazed her pulse point with his teeth, eliciting a full-body shudder. “Viper…”

“I know, baby, I know.” Without warning he dropped to his knees. “Fuck, I need your taste on my tongue.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. As he attacked the button of her jeans then yanked them down her legs, her head hit the wall. He wrapped an arm around her backside, holding her close as he pressed his nose to the wet spot on her bright red satin panties. They just so happened to be his favorite. He loved the color against her skin and the feel of the silky fabric against his dick when he ground against her.

He inhaled. Once. Twice. All the while nuzzling her panties with his nose. If not for the arm locked around her, her noodley legs would have given out.

“Please,” she said on a groan. If he didn’t touch her, if he didn’t peel the damn panties off and lick her, finger her, fuck her…something, she was going to splinter apart with unfulfilled need.

His dark laugh stroked along her nerve endings promising sensual torture. “You need something baby?” he asked as he slowly and finally slide her panties down to her ankles.

Cassie sifted her fingers through his hair. She wanted to yank his head back and demand he eat her like she’d be his last meal, but she knew from experience if she played his game he’d make it well worth the wait. “I need you, Viper,” she said. “All I need is you.”

He stopped teasing her for a moment and met her gaze. Emotions bubbled up in her, stealing her ability to speak further. He cupped her ass with his big hands, squeezing and kneading the cheeks. She moaned but it came out as more of a purr of delight.

“You’ve got me, Cass. You’ve got all of me.” As he spoke, he curled his hands around the back of her thighs, then gave a tug.

Immediately, she stepped out of the panties and widened her stance, giving him unfettered access to her soaking wet pussy.

“Ahh,” he said, inhaling once again. “There it is. All that cream, just for me.”

“Yes.”

Lick me. Lick me. Please, lick me!

As though he’d heard the screamed pleas of her mind, he did. Slowly. Gently. With way too much care, he tongued her clit. Light little flicks and tastes that did nothing to quell the need raging like a tornado inside her. When she pushed her pelvis in his face, he rimmed her opening with his tongue, again using maddeningly light pressure.

A gentle kiss landed on her thigh.

Another lick through her folds, as though he were afraid to give more than the barest of touches.

A puff of air on her clit.

She bit her lower lip.

You will not beg. You will not beg.

Gasoline on an already raging fire.

Her legs shook with gale force.

Finally, his lips circled her clit and she almost sobbed in relief. Now it would come, the strong suction she needed to rocket her into orgasmic bliss. But all that happened was a gentle kiss to her clit. Followed by another and another.

And Cassie snapped.

“Viper, please!” she screamed, smacking her head against the wall behind her.

“There’s my greedy girl,” he said, voice husky. “Come on, baby. Beg me for it. Tell me exactly what you want and how bad you want it.”

“Harder! More! Suck my clit. Fuck me with your tongue. Please, please, please, make me come.” Her head thrashed back and forth on the wall. By the time this was over, she’d have a bump the size of a softball. But she felt no pain, especially when he gave her exactly what she’d begged him for.

With a growl of approval, Viper lashed at her clit with his tongue, exerting the exact amount of pressure she needed to have electricity firing through her limbs. “Yes!” she shouted, pumping her hips against his tongue.

He growled again, eating her like he was trying to drown himself in her wetness. His hand still squeezed her ass, separating the globes as he snuck his fingers inward toward the place they’d played with a fair number of times, but he’d never had a full go at.