Page 142 of Dirty Salvation

He'd plunged his fingers back into the quart container of Breyers naturally vanilla. It had been intended for an after-dinner dessert in front of the tv one night, only being tackled by a horny biker had distracted Zara until she'd been one messy exhausted orgasm swamped woman, easily led when he’d wanted dessert first, served on her naked body. How could she say no when he got that look in his eye? The look that fucked her.

Rider was dipping his fingers into the melted cream and using her for a human canvas.

"Keep still."

"But …oh sweet mercy …honey, please. Christ. Almighty.AMBROSIO! You're torturing me, ohhh…that feels good… not to mention making a mess." Her whole body jerked then relaxed, melted just like the ice cream trickling stickily between her legs right on her-----his mouth followed swallowing her whole and Zara's back arched up from the kitchen table, feet digging into his spine, she got a sense of his desperation when he growled starved filthy words directly against her pussy, the vibrations tickling her clit, his mouth eating her fully with all of his lips and tongue, she laughed as pleasure hit her from all angles, going silently inside out with bliss as his tongue flicked and lapped every drop of the dessert from her core.

"How did you get this fuckin' sexy?" he growled, going back for more after a fast repeat of his paint. It was cold as hell making her twitch, pressing herself deeper into his face, both hands now came down and gripped into Rider's hair, if he wanted to suck the pleasure out of her then she damn well was holding on before she toppled off the table. "You taste incredible. Best thing I had in my mouth."

She chuckled, watching him, his tongue coming out spreading her open to lap her.

Oh, shit."I think that's the ice cream."

"All you, Icy. so fuckin' beautiful. Can't get enough of you. Your wet scent is drivin' me crazy. I want to fuck you until you’re sore. Then lick you until you’re better."

His candid description triggered her climax. Zara had never experienced anything so gorgeously obscene before. But Jesus, did she enjoy the sight and feel of Rider prying her pussy lips open so he could pour ice cream over the most sensitive part of her before tonguing her clean.

Panting through her second orgasm she declared. "We need to go to the store. I'm buying five more quarts of that ice cream. Six. Oh, fuck ..."

Rider only laughed and licked his lips.

The devil in those wicked eyes.

A fully sated predator.

Zara was leaning up on an elbow, using the dingy light from the bedside lamp on his side to gaze at him. Openly ogling Rider while he slept, her gaze swept up and down admiring every bump and ridge of muscle on display. He wore only white cotton boxer briefs, his legs were hairy, his abdomen and chest were bare. She really itched to trace the tattoos on his left arm, vivid colors a pop against his tanned skin, but didn't want to wake him now he was finally sleeping. He was marred with scars here and there, faint lines now, she wondered where they came from.

"I can feel you watchin’ me, Icy."

His voice startled. She squeaked. The man hadn't even moved, his breathing pattern hadn't altered at all and there he was awake beneath his closed eyelids, once her heart rate had returned to its normal beat sequence she huffed at being caught.

"You can not, because I wasn't…" No prizes for her lying skill.Act cool. She sucked at being cool. Luckily the lighting was dim and his eyes were closed. Blushing profusely for being caught blatantly eye-fucking his beautifully put together body she laid her head back on the pillow.

"Mmhm ... my dick is hard, I beg to differ, obviously, your eyes are on me." He cupped himself crudely, heating her belly. Her gaze flipped the length of his body to stop somewhere around his crotch.

"Made you look." His smirk was dirty smug.

A frustrated embarrassed noise came out Zara, she flopped around on her side away from him to bury her face in the pillow… Rider immediately rolled with her, yanking her back against his chest with his arm slid around her middle, palm flat to her belly, pulling her butt into his crotch.

Why did his touch send fireworks to her brain? Her exhale relaxed her body into his.

"I'm gonna sleep some more, baby, 'cause it feels like the middle of the fuckin' night. Then when I wake, I'm gonna put my hand right between those sweet thighs, get my girl nice and ready ...“ his voice was smoke and raspy fire, “then I'ma lift this leg and do you right just like this from behind. You good with that?"

Intense desire caught her breath. Swirled her mind. Soaked already.

If he had had been lying a second ago about being aroused, (he wasn't) it was absolute truth now as he grinded himself on Zara's ass, his hardness driving her a little mad with want as he settled deeply into her body, curving like perfect puzzle pieces until she felt as though they were one person.

Bones liquefied into nothing, compelled by his voice, her body humming.

She stirred, arching her back, doing her own rubbing.

Back, forth, circles.

He groaned and clamped that meaty hand on her belly to still her.

"Baby, you good with your man fuckin’ you? say the words for me." His sleepy voice was fucking sexy. All deep drowsiness.

It was intimacy on fire... The dead of night and he was talking about fucking her as if arranging for a sedate breakfast date with napkins and silverware.

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