Page 120 of Dirty Salvation

Oh god. The biker president knew what he was doing alright.

Her G-spot was being tormented with idle rubs.

She jerked uncontrollably and moaned.

"Is this better? You needed me inside you."

“Yes.” she breathed, jerking her hips forward just a little bit, the friction felt like heaven “But you knew that already.” Her words ended shakily. On the verge of an orgasm.

So desperate, she tried to hurry him when his finger stilled inside her.

“Good, baby, kinda like you tellin’ me it straight like that.” his grin melted her. “You’ll get used to askin’ me for what you need. Twice a day, five times a day, you come to me, baby, you got it? And I’ll make you feel all better again. Now tell me why you been moody as fuck with me when I woke you this mornin’ with my dick shovin’ as deep into you as I could get. You seemed to like it all the screamin’ andplease, Ambrosioyou were doin’. Rode you twice, Icy, made you come three times, not that I’m countin’, you were soaked and smilin’ when I left, all soft and pleasured and worn out from my fuckin’, so that shouldn’t have put you in a piss-poor mood, should it?”

One long stroke of his thumb, her clit pulsing, craving more, she was at his erotic mercy, his question re-created this morning, he’d rolled her onto her belly even before she’d been fully awake, jerking her ass up into the air with his two large hands, his voice so gruff, sleep-laden, sexy when he’d grunted he’d woke aroused because of her and needed to give it to her hard and she better hold on tight. Zara had been close to the first orgasm before she’d fully come to consciousness.

To hell with her pride. “I didn’t like that woman…”that thirsty bitch,“talking about you with … with all that history you share. She knows how you like your dick sucked, for god's sake, Rider. And she’s in the clubhouse bragging right in front of me and everyone all day long about what she’s going to do to you when you get back, and there I am having to listen to it all, she’s saying all this knowing fine well who I am and pressing her boobs into you.INTO YOU, Rider! All breathy and sexy with theoh Riderhungry bullshit”

She’d been flirtatious so naturally, something Zara was still unsure of.

She’d never flirted with Rider and maybe she was a little jealous someone else could do it so naturally with him.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Your jealousy tastes good.“ The grin split his face.

Ugh. Of course, he would like that. “You’re an asshole!”

“Yeah, baby. The asshole who gets you off.” As if wanting to give her proof he stabbed his long finger twice more, making her cry out, before he removed his hand, leaving Zara shaken and unfulfilled. “Now take what you need from me. My cock is hot and hard and waitin’ anytime you wanna crawl up into my lap and take what you want. Show me who it belongs to. Soak me good. First time I’m gonna be in your raw, I wanna feel everythin’.”

Zara didn’t know what came over her, this primal instinct, but boy did she show him for two hours, fucking his brains out, they’d cried out together so many times her throat felt scratchy, he’d looked edible and so bad beneath her, looking up with pride and sexual hunger in his eyes as she indeed did take what she wanted from him over and over again until even she at the end had to tap out, as she collapsed at his side on that narrow twin bed, half laid on top of Rider, her chest pumping wildly for air, both of them sheened with sweat.

Her hormones were still under his sensual spell

For long minutes neither of them spoke, comfortable enough to enjoy the comedown and the quiet of each other, it was still so new to Zara, that this bad-ass biker man wanted her. Truly wantedher.

Rider laid a palm on her flat belly and she twisted her head to look at him.

“They don’t know I’m yours, Icy. You don’t touch me out there, you’re only my dirty she-devil in my bed.” he smirked.

Zara rolled her eyes. “What should I do, unzip your dick while we’re eating dinner so everyone knows I’m on it and I don’t share?”

“It’s the language the groupies know. You have to understand, the club life is all they’re used to, it has its own rules and hierarchy among the chicks, Zara. All they see is this new woman around their men. I can tell them to back off, but take it from me, it’ll be better from you, they’ll respect you more.”

“God almighty, Rider. I’m not getting into cat fights with bitches too dumb to know a man is taken and off the cock sucking market. I mean really, it’s a little backward, it’s the twenty-first century, should I host a coming out ball for you, maybe put a ring on it.” she didn’t mean his hand when her eyes darted south.

Rider laughed.

“I had to listen to that bitch talk about you all afternoon, and firing me bitchy looks, telling her gaggle of other bitches just how she was going to bounce on your cock because she knows,” Zara threw up the air quote fingers “’just how you like it’ All afternoon, Rider! And then to walk in on her rubbing her boobs in your face…” her short inhale finished her sentence.

“Wait up. You heard ‘em talkin’ about me and you didn’t step in and tell ‘em you were ridin’ my dick?”

She guffawed. “As if I would do that. Oh, by the way, ladies, I’m hitting that, sorry to disappoint you. I might be a former whore but I’d like to think I have a bit more class than that.”

“Yeah, baby. Exactly like that. And don’teverfuckin’ call yourself that again” He growled.

Zara bypassed his warning. She was what she was, no denying it. “You’re joking? Say that, really?”

“I told you it’s the language they understand.”

“Jesus,” she chuckled rolling her eyes. ShewasDorothy in Oz.

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