The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 28

Savage POV.

I finally have my girl back where she belongs. On my bed, writhing in anticipation. I know how much of a wildcat she can be. She always was. The things I said about her being boring in bed was a damn lie and I’m one stupid mother fucker for ever saying shit like that.

I grab her blouse and rip it open. Her breasts, that are barely covered in thin lace fabric, bounce and I take her in. Pulling the cups down, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, bringing my hand up to squeeze the other one. I bite and pull on it. Her back arches up off the mattress as she moans.

“Ryder.” She moans, and it spurs me fucking on. My cock is so damn hard I grind myself against her thighs. Releasing her nipple as I give the other one the same attention. Kissing up her chest to her throat and I nip and suck as I move up to her lips.

Taking her lips with mine. I kiss her fisting her hair as she whimpers as her hands move up my arms to the back of my neck. I lower my body against hers, deepening the kiss. The fire runs through my veins as I break the kiss, looking into her honey coloured eyes.

“I love you Angel. Don’t ever forget that.” I say to her and move to sit back on my heels as I watch her. Her chest is raising and falling in need. I look at her when she sits up on her elbows. When she moves, tackling me backwards and is on me. Her skirt is hiked up as she straddles my waist and is moving her hips over me, seeking her release.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Savage.” She growls out as her hand grabs my throat as her mouth descends on me. She is taking control of what she wants.

My hands go to her hips I as I push her down harder against me as she moans, grinding harder against me. She breaks the kiss; she removes the tattered blouse, her hands go to her back, and she unclips the bra. She pulls the straps down her arms and flings it over her head as I sit up, taking her nipple in my mouth again. Her hands move to my hair as she pushes her chest into me, holding me in place.

“Ryder, I want you. Please.” She says in a breathy moan. I flip us over. Her hands move to my chest and down. She lifts the t-shirt up and I remove it over my head. Her nails leaving a trial of fire it their wake as she reaches for the belt on my jeans and begins to unbuckle me. I sit back as she works. My hands reaching for her nipples as I twist and pull them.

I move off the bed and remove my jeans. Grabbing her legs, I pull her closer to me; I grab the waist of the skirt and pull it down her long, tanned legs. Looking at the tiny scrap of lace. Grabbing her lace thong. I rip them and remove the scrap of fabric.

“You wore these around other men?” I hold the scrap up on my index finger and she smirks.

“Yeah, I did. Whatcha gunna do about it?” she challenges me. I growl as I move to my knees and run my tongue up her folds to her clit. She is dripping wet with need. She moans again as I devour her sweet pussy. My tongue swirling around her clit before I flatten my tongue and enter her tight hole. I fuck her with my tongue. Her hand in my hair pulling me closer.

My fingers move to her clit and I apply pressure as I eat my girl out. She screams and moans as she tugs on my hair, but I won’t stop. Her back arches. I look up at her. Her eyes are rolling into her head, her mouth open as she fists the sheet in her free hand.

“Come Angel, let me taste you, baby.” I say as her walls clench and she screams, exploding on my tongue. I lap up every drop of her. She falls back, panting. I kiss her. She moans into my mouth.

“You taste so good, don’t you think?” I say in between kisses when she shoves me back and drops to her knees. She doesn’t waste any time as she opens her mouth, taking me in before pulling back.