Page 131 of Dirty Salvation

“Yes. Oh, God, yes. I’m wet and ready for you, Ambrosio. Hurry.” He could picture her relaxed on the couch, legs spread, her greedy fingers plowing rapidly against her clit to get her there. His girl was always hungry. His cock punched against his zipper, already long strides eating through the club, he needed homenow. “But be safe. Drive safe. Oh, godddd..Ambrosio…”

That did it.

He was gonna break the land speed record and make it across town in ten minutes. Those annoying pissant Russians had put Rider in a shitty mood that solely thinking of Zara had stopped the carnage building behind his eyes.

He didn’t have patience or mercy within him.

With a somewhat practical accord with the mafia from the cold country, they’d sent one of their lesser ranked men to talk new deals with Rider without prior notice, he didn't like that. Didn't like that at all and he had a feeling the fucking Russians, now theRebelswere disbanded, wanted to shit in Rider's house.No. Fucking. Way.was he letting them step their feet in his territories.

Fucks sake, he was going to be waist deep in their bullshit for days if they were looking for new ports of call in Colorado to bring their dirty money, Rider was not being tagged in to be their new Patsy, if his uncle still had the president's patch that shit-for-brains would have taken any deal to look like the big man on campus regardless if it was beneficial to the club as a whole, Nah, Uncle dearest had wanted status without any of the real commitment.

Whenever the Russians wanted in bed with Rider then they better fluff the fuck out of those pillows first before his jeans hit the floor because he was not afraid of them or their mob connections, he'd been threatened by bigger uglier men and here he stood drawing in the good air, fuck them all.

He just needed Zara like never before, his tongue glued to his mouth the entire ride home, pushing his bike to its limits, ignoring the speed laws.

Zara was right where he’d predicted she’d be just like his sweet girl, on the couch, knees bent apart, bare feet not even touching the floor. Hand down the front of her sweatpants …fuck ... his dirty little baby, her head thrown back emitting the sexiest fucking moans he’d ever heard.

Her beautiful flushed face. Jesus, he'd never seen anyone so goddamn pure beauty.

This woman.

The one right in front of him making keen moaning noises.

He wanted her so fucking badly.

All the time.She was a thirst in his throat, and goddamn, most of the time he thought he was stroking out, what with his heart thumping when she laughed. She made him work hard to get her smiles, so her laugh... fuck... golden.

The click of the lock engaging the door sounded like a bomb going off. Rider was already shrugging out of his cut before he took a step into the room, tossing it to the nearest chair, for once not caring if it got stepped on, grabbing his shirt from the back and yanking it over his head, next he worked on his belt, the metal clanking like warning bells of what was to come as he animal-prowled across the room, her eyes were all over him, and he loved it, loved that she wanted him this much she’d strummed herself to creamy wetness in her eager state waiting for him to get home.

"That's my dirty Icy. Lemme taste your pleasure. Fingers here." he pointed to his mouth, folding down over her and with her face turning a deeper red she shyly pulled them from inside her pants and offered the wetness to him to suck clean. Fucking hell she teased those fingers onto his tongue, a sensual move, she tasted so good, he couldn't wait another second.

Boots kicked off, he yanked her pants down. Rider didn't bother with anything else, strung the fuck out, his cock was freed, held in his tight fist, using the back of the couch to balance himself, he rested his forehead against Zara's, making sure his girl was giving him her gaze, to know what was coming, her breath fell over his face as he positioned and----- he shoved.Oh, fuck,buried as deep as he could go their groans mingled.She was wet fucking heaven.

And then Rider fucked his old lady how he'd wanted to all damn day.

And when she came clenching hell out of him she arched her neck back and roared his name.

He felt two hundred feet tall.

Nowhere near finished with his Icy-girl, he kept pounding her, driving inside until he hit pubic bone, their sex was out of this world, nothing he'd ever had before, she'd bewitched him with the sweetest fucking pussy he'd ever slid inside, her cries were music he wanted to listen to forever, the way she grabbed at him, wanting his mouth, he laughed against her lips, licked over her tongue, moved in a sensual shift of his body arched over the couch. Nothing sounded better than the noises she made when he was between her thighs.

“Move with me. You want it deeper, baby? You want it harder? tell me, say it. Tell your man to fuck you harder.”

She made a starved noise that pooled blood to his cock. It was meant to have been a fast fuck, something to take the edge off, Zara settled his rage, her pussy had other ideas the moment it lock-jawed around his cock and Rider was happy to oblige by fucking her into oblivion.

"Ambrosio ... please. I need it bad,please, fuck me harder,hardas you can."

That did it. No horny man on this earth could ignore that starved request. He was only human. Sweat clung to his back.

"Need you to come strong for me. Again, and again. Think you can?"

Rider took her strangled whimper for yes.

Shit got wild in his living room after that until he'd wrung a sweet number of red hot climaxes out of them both.

Afterward, he stayed planted deep digging her walls twitch with spasms, watching her beautiful eyes glaze over. Waiting a minute until his breath came back, while Zara peppered kisses over his face he pulled out slowly, grunting as her pussy clenched wanting to keep him inside.My greedy Icy.

Soon enough he'd be back shoved deep, that was a guarantee, now he’d got her in his bed again there was no stopping how he wanted to fuck her and be fucked by her, he wasn’t wasting their time. Some dumb bastard said you never got to bite the cherry twice, well Rider made his own rules, he had her back, he was keeping Zara pleasured as deep as she needed it, around the clock if wanted it constant.

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