Page 95 of Dirty Salvation

Her smile said she was grateful for it.

Rider smirked something dirty that passed through his blue eyes. “Yeah, I am. Ain’t got no apologies about it, baby. When you wanna fuck, you fuck me, no one else, got it? day or night, don’t care what’s’ happenin’ around us, you get your sweet ass to me and say you wanna be fucked.”

Even as she was hit with absurd shyness, color staining her cheeks he saw something flicker in her eyes. His sweet unsure Icy, what all mental abuse had been done to her to have her this afraid of sharing her body with him again.

As sexually inexperienced as she was that first time, he recalled, she’d been hesitant in how she’d touched him initially, he’d enjoyed guiding her fingers to wrap around his cock showing her how to pump him up and down to bring him close to the edge, she’d been a studious fuck, better than anyone he’d fucked before or since.

Now she was a ghost of that hungry courageous woman.

He finally got his tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth. Because as hard as he wanted to reintroduce her to the power of their chemistry sizzling between them, his dick had other ideas and wanted to take her hard and fast down on the floor like rutting animals.

"Just us, baby." He coaxed, voice filled with lust.

He dropped a kiss to her lips, once, twice.

When his mouth found hers deeply once more, she surprised the fuck outer him by biting his lower lip then licking it, one shudder went through her and hit him tight in the chest.

She was shaking uncontrollably. And he knew his room wasn't cold.

"Baby...“ He groaned, voice a thick husky noise, tortured by sexual need. “Don’t ever be fuckin’ scared of me. Do fuckin’ not. If I do somethin’ you don’t like, just tell me and I stop.”

He growled nipping back on her top lip, liking how she swayed into him unbidden to whatever was going on inside her mind. “I won't do anything you don't want, get me? Your pace.Yourneeds. This is at your speed, baby. Tell me what you want, how you need it."

Even if his dick snapped off he wasn't going to hurry her. His fucking dick could chill the fuck out, his woman said when, and if when wasn't fucking now then so be it, her pale eyes wild and panicked conveyed she wasn’t so sure at all.

Besides that, he felt a goddamn pussy second guessing himself whether she liked him or not.

She’d stilled, turning frozen against him and he pulled back to gaze down at her. Both palms cupped her face.

“Breathe, Zara. You’re turning blue. Fuckin’ take a breath right now.” He issued forcibly. She looked up at him as if his raised growl had snapped her back to the present, he watched color flood her cheeks, at last, her chest inflated.

“I’m sorry. I … got a little dizzy.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” But one last bastard was going to be sorry real soon for terrifying his girl, stealing her goddamn light from inside her eyes. Rider continued to stroke her neck when she didn’t seem to shy from his touch, she tentatively licked her lips and his dick ached, eyes followed that pink little tongue wanting to suck it into his mouth again.

Rider dropped his head, got in her face and brushed a soft kiss on her swollen lips. Told her again. "Your pace, baby. Do you want me to stop?"

“No. No, don’t stop. I want thissomuch, I want you. Just---” he thought she looked cute as fuck as her brow bunched together in deep concentration.

Here they were making out in his room like teenagers afraid to go to second base, his cock raging hard and his girl doing too much thinking. His brothers would think him crazy to work this hard to get Zara into his bed when there was free pussy available for the president with a click of his fingers. He wanted only one pussy; hers.

“I just don’t want to disappoint you.” she rushed out. Embarrassment clouding her eyes.

Rider blinked. Did his own frowning. Was she insane? He was a teenager with a rager to get inside her. “Never gonna happen, baby. If you can’t feel already, I couldn’t get any harder, or turned on, I'm ready to blow like a goddamn rocket just from kissin' you. I fuckin’ want you any way I can have you. But this is your show, so let me worry about me, okay? and tell me what you want.”

She inhaled. Paused. Stared up at him through her lashes. She was so fucking sweet she gave him a cavity. Any damn wonder Rider wanted to gulp her down, one dirty slurp at a time.

“I kinda ... Perhaps I could … would like ...“ Fuck, she was going to kill him all this hesitating.Say it, baby. Say you want me.He held her at the small of her back, fingers splayed against her ass, keeping her against his hardness, letting her get used to that feeling. “I want to touch you just like this.” And then she popped her hips crashing them into his and Rider saw fucking stars as she hit his pelvis.

His entire body convulsed losing blood from his brain when it raced down to his dick.

Her sincere answer appeared to calm him somewhat after a long minute of him trying to stop himself from coming in his pants, he breathed and focused his sex-starved brain.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby. You wanna do some grindin’ on me first, test me out, see how you like it again? Fuck yeah, you go for it. Drive me fuckin’ crazy with that sweet pussy."

To help her out, ‘cause he was a swell guy like that, selfless even, he picked Zara up and plastered her to the nearest wall over by the bathroom door, whatever was going on in the common room outside the door he couldn’t give a fuck about, he was all about Zara, and showing her what shit was done to her didn’t define who she was now and what pleasure she could still feel if she could allow herself to.

Swiftly it was paramount that he help her tofeelagain, he wanted her screaming his name, sure, he liked hearing his name breathlessly in her mouth, sexy as hell and he remembered the sound well, but to have her coming apart for him, he wanted that more.

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