Page 154 of Dirty Salvation

Sleep rough voice, Rider tried to wake all the way, no way in hell he'd miss a second of this. Had she licked her lips first teasing his cock to harden? goddamn, the image was enough to tighten his muscles. His sweeter than sweet girl was amazing sucking him off, he loved fucking her mouth, hearing her mewls as she struggled to take all of him in, dirtying her up with the depraved act only the idea that she was all stirred up, maybe putting her hand between her thighs first rubbing one out as she'd laid next to his body, quaking wet muffling her cries, before deciding she wanted him in her lips and so took the initiative...shit yeah...

His hips lifted, pumping himself in her hand. "Fuck. Yeah. Tighter, Icy. Do me tighter. Grip your fist,"

Kisses streaked across his thigh, her 'Mmmm's' of enjoyment shot down his spine as her fingers wrapped around his cock tighter just how he liked.

Rider had had hundreds of blowjobs in his life, his first when he was still only thirteen with the typical older girl next door giving him the fluttering lashes and thelet's practiceroutine on him, he remembered it being sloppy, shooting his come about a second after she got her mouth on him laid on the grass by the pond near their houses. She'd never spoken to him after that, but Rider had known from that day on that he absolutely loved his cock being sucked. For years that had been his best blowie.

Until Zara.

Shit, he'd dreamed of her perfect lips sinking around his cock for months afterward, he'd wake so goddamn hard that his climax would power out of him all over his belly the moment his hand jacked himself off.

Rider was in heaven.

He used his upper torso to manoeuvre himself up against the pillows in a better position to look down and watch her head bobbing up and down, licking him.

"Suck me in, baby." He pleaded quietly, watching her every moment as she settled deeper into the bed, the raised pink criss-cross scars on her back were visible in the early morning light and it almost unhinged Rider to see proof of the suffering she'd dealt with. Soon the last motherfucker who had hurt her would pay. He tended his fingers over the marks almost like he could erase them for her.

Only her sucking brought his head back, a grunt kicking out of his chest.

“Damn, baby, love to see those lips wrapped around me. Take it all, right down. Lick, I wanna see your dirty tongue.”

As if she'd judged his mood drifting as he stroked her shoulder blades, her lips ceased their kissing and she pulled his cock roughly through her double palms until she only held the swollen leaking tip, her tongue darted out licking him like a lollipop.

Somewhere in the recess of Rider's brain, in that corner he didn't really use any more explosions began to happen, making him blink extensively, his neck cranked back on the pillow temporarily blocking out his view of his girl going at his his cock.

"That's my girl ... slide me in, suck me … fuuuuck … all the way, need to feel your throat." It took strong-fucking-will not to grab her by the nape and slam straight to her throat. It was the closest Rider had ever come to begging a woman before, no one played him to the point of madness. His cock was so full and hard, aching for release, her pale almost luminous eyes flipped open to pin him, a secret almost shy smile curving the corners of her lips and he knew he'd wait for as long as she wanted, he'd suffer blue balls for days on end as long as her mouth was silky wet on him.

He reached down, gently brushed back her hair so as to watch his girl fully, and with her lips rounded in a pink O, she took him in and in and in.

One long slow agonizing inch at a time. And she didn't stop until he hit the back of her throat.

During which Rider began praying to fucking Jesus and Elvis Presley for the strength not to lose his shit in his girl's mouth before he'd truly experienced that wicked tongue slurping the length of his veined shaft sucking holy hell out of him while her hands worked him into a lather by grabbing his balls and twisting in the way he liked. Her purring sending vibrations through his body plummeted him into no return.

When he came it was backbreaking. Watching her the entire time taking his pleasure into her mouth, swallowing and moaning, she sucked him right through his orgasm, really twirling her tongue against his slit. It was the sexiest act he'd ever witnessed.

And just like a goddamn lady, while his body went through the series of waning spasms coming down from his life-altering climax his eyes caressing her tits, nipples like tiny pebbles, she stretch up on her knees, breathing rapid dipping her belly in and out, she'd plonked back on her heels, smiled at him so sweetly, before she wiped the corner of her lip. He chuckled.

"Hmmm … Good morning, Ambrosio."

No disputing it any longer. Nope, that ship had left the port on this one. Rider pitched harder in love with her.

Sex sweat was beading his forehead, he'd had some workout and hadn't even moved a muscle to earn it. Zara worked him out and wrung him dry. Leaning forward, a hand cupped the side of her face, running his thumb against her lower lip.

"Jesus fuck. My girl woke me with morning head. I love you, Icy."

Crickets.Their bedroom seemed to lose all its air.

Whatever he expected, Rider didn't figure he'd see her eyes shut down of emotion in a quick blink of time. Blowjob high one minute, deadly serious the next, with a move like lightning he was on her, rolling her, the moment after that he was growling pushing her back on the bed, anchoring her arms above her head, his entire body held over hers, keeping his weight caging her in, his knees braced either side of her slim frame, she was like a tiny doll beneath him.

"Don't you shut me out, Zara. I see that shit crystal clear on your face and it's pissing me off. Don't fuckin' do it."

"I…I'm not doing any such thing … lift off me, you're heavy." Her eyes avoided him. Yep.Pissedhim off.

"Now you're straight up bullshittin' me. Not on you. Look at me."

His voice quiet.

He let her arms go to turn her chin his way. It was a hard punch to his gut that she wouldn't look at him. "Dammit, Zara, look at your man right now. I just told you I love you. I didn't ask for it back, did I? Don't close me out, not after you just give me the sweetest fuckin' wake-up call I've ever had, you know what that meant to me? don't take all that back from us." He had to work fast if he was going to climb another of her fucking walls, but Rider would climb for days if he had to. His face reared down, buried in the side of her neck, smelling her sweet skin.

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