The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 4

Wild Child POV.

I keep kissing Sophie, hearing the moans and whimpers of every one of my touches on her. She is so god damn responsive and I’m going to end up coming in my pants like a damn teenager.

I’m trying to take it slow, but my little Slugger she has different ideas. She is in control and damn, does it feel fucking good.

Her hand palms my engorged cock through the fabric of my shorts as I bite and suck on her throat. My hands moving to the flannel button down she is wearing and I rip it open. buttons ping off in every direction and she squeals as I unclip the front of her bra and her breasts fall free.

Wasting no time, I lean forward and lick and suck on her pert, tight pink nipple as she arches off the bed, pushing more of her breast into my mouth. My hips move against her hand as her grip tightens on my cock.

“Fuck baby, you keep that up and I’m gunna come.” I say around her nipple as my hand squeezes the other breast.

“Oh fuck, please Harry, I need you.” She moans and mewls as I push both her breasts together and lick between both her nipples and suck them both into my mouth. My tongue swirls lazily around each tight little bud.

She moves faster and I smirk as I pop her nipples out of my mouth with an audible pop.

“What do you want Soph?” I ask her and fuck me, seeing her like this. Laying on our bed, flushed, panting, needy and just so god damn delicious it makes me want to rip the rest of her clothes off and sheathe myself in her wet heat.

“You, I need you … inside.” She says, a blush marring her cheeks. I smile down at her before capturing her mouth once more.

Sophie is different from the other women I have fucked. I was a man-whore, but with her it is different.

“Your wish is my command.” I reach for her jeans and pull them down, taking her panties with them. I climb off the bed and pull them off completely. The tattoos that cover every inch of her flesh make her more beautiful. Her tattooed hands move to cover her bare pussy. But I grab her wrists to stop her.

“Don’t cover yourself from me. You are beautiful, Soph, and I am going to show you how you should be worshipped.” I drop to my knees at the end of the bed and pull her closer. She squeals. I place her leg over my shoulder and lick a line up through her folds to her clit. She moans, her head thrown back and her eyes roll.

I smirk as I lick and suck on her. I push a finger inside of her and her walls flutter around my finger. Jesus, she is tight. I pump slowly in and out as she moans. Her legs quiver. I add a second finger and she jolts up. I hold her stomach down and increase my pace.

“Ahh, ah, ahh, Harry. Fuck!” her inner walls strangle my fingers as she comes hard. Her breathing laboured. I lap her up, pulling my fingers free before I look at her. Her hands are in her long dark locks. Her chest rising and falling hard and fast as she locks eyes with me as I suck my fingers into my mouth. She groans as I climb over and crash my lips on hers.

She rides me like a damn pro. Her hands in her hair, her back arches perfectly as she chases her release.

“Fuck Harry, I’m gunna come. Come with me, baby.” She moans her breasts bounce with each movement of her hips. Fuck!

She leans down to kiss me, and I wrap my arms around her. Holding her in place as I piston my hips up into her. She screams.

“Fuck, Soph. I’m comin.” I groan out and come with a roar at the same time her walls strangle me and she screams my name. Sophie collapses on my chest and I kiss her all over her face as we both catch our breath.

Fucking hell, that was better than I first thought it would have been. Who knew my woman had a wild side? She should be called Wild Child, not me. Fuck, I’m so screwed and I would not have it any other way.

“I love you Sophie.” I say as she relaxes on my chest with my wrapped cock still inside of her.

“I love you to Wild Child.” She says with a giggle. Fuck!