Wrath (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #7) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,15

if my father comes back—”

I hold my hands up, stopping her right there. “I know, he’ll kill me. Right?”

She crosses her arms over her magnificent chest and my mouth is watering. I can almost feel the softness of her tits on the sides of my cock as I fuck between them, my dick slick with her spit from sucking me off.

With two more steps, the space between us is mere inches, and I can see the way her pulse is moving the flesh of her neck just below her jaw. I want to kiss her there and feel it under my tongue.

She inhales as I look down, and seeing her pink tongue graze along her bottom lip my own heart starts hammering into my rib cage, and the vision of her naked and on all fours, taking me hard with my name on her lips has my balls drawn tight and ready to stand and deliver.

“Tell me one thing.” I ask, taking a loose strand of her hair between my fingers and letting the silky softness run through my hand. “When you see me...when I get close to you...” I close the last bit of space between our bodies, my chest now grazing hers. “You feel something.”

“Yeah, I feel like I should call the police.”

I bite back my laugh. “Maybe. But there’s something else. If you tell the truth, you feel it too. I’ve never felt anything like I feel when I look at you, Kristina.”

Her name on my lips felt right and there was a flicker behind her blue eyes.

“I thought it was just bad tacos.” She’s keeping the tough act going, but the outer shell is cracking.

“Even bad tacos taste good.”

She fights the smile but loses, and I can’t hold back the groan, or the need to know what she tastes like.

I press my lips to hers, greedy and entitled as fuck but the feral animal I’ve been holding back has breached its cage and civility falls away.

I hear her inhale as my tongue sweeps between her perfect lips, and her flavor is better than any candy or taste that my mouth has ever experienced.

When I feel her body soften, I pull back. I want to see her eyes but what I get is something else.

A sharp slap hits my left cheek and she’s glaring at me.

“You think you can just kiss me like that?”

“You kissed me back.”

She’s fighting with herself, but the battle is short and with the sting of her slap still on my cheek, her hands fly up, grabbing the back of my neck and her lips are on mine again.

From there, it’s on. I flip her up and onto her bed, my body over hers, and I’ve got her sweater up and off in a second.

“Fucking hell.” Her tits are pushed up in a black bra, the swells of flesh milky and womanly as I pull the fabric down until they spring loose, her nipples dark purple and big, and my mouth is on her.

I suck and nibble until her hips are twisting and I bring myself down. Before long, our tongues are in each other’s mouths and we’re dry humping like a couple of teenagers.

An insane jealously rushes through me. The very sight of her face on the verge of an orgasm has my dick already addicted her her. She’s got my cock on a leash and she hasn’t even touched it yet.

Her fingers tighten around my neck, and she’s grinding against me, harder and harder. My erection finds where her clit should be and I go manic on her. Thrusting and rubbing until she bows off the bed and screams into my shoulder.

The sound of her orgasm has me jerking in my fucking pants, something I haven’t done since I was twelve. The sticky mess spreads hot under my jeans and I’m thanking Christ himself, because I know once I’m inside her sweet cunt, I’m going to know what heaven feels like.

7 | Kristina

“Wow.” I murmur. His body is still on top of me, and with the orgasm still tingling through me, I want more.

But not here.

We’re both panting and my eyes are unfocused as Wrath kisses my forehead.

“I agree.” He grunts, and I still feel his hard cock against my clit.

Even through the layers of our clothing, I’ve never cum like that in my life.

“You still want to call the police?” He teases, pushing up and off the bed, looking down at me with a dark look that tells me he’s