Page 96 of Dirty Salvation

Rider helped her legs go around him, all the while telling her it was okay in a low voice, reiterating this was her pace and he’d stop any time she wanted. “I mean it, baby.” oh fuck, she started shoving her hips into his. “Even if I’m planted balls deep in you, as far as my dick can reach inside all that wet honey and you tell me to stop, I’ma stop. Okay?”

“I got it, Rider. I like how you feel. Big.Hard. So,sonice. God, so hard. I like it. I feel all of you.” she made aMmmmnoise from the back of her throat, Rider swore he almost came.

Keeping her moving against his erection with intensifying friction, if this was how she needed it, to feel comfortable with him, by fuck Rider would endure the agony of her sweet body rocking out against his.

Though it was torture,realagony.

His teeth mashed together hard enough to crack, his throat gurgled grunts of pleasure, fingers tightened on her hips.

Oh, Christ yeah. Ride me, baby.

If her breathy moans were a gauge, then she liked dry humping him. His sweet girl had dirty in her, she just needed to find it again.

It was going to kill Rider, but who cared if Zara liked it, he'd die right fucking here.

"Don't stop, baby, you like that? I can smell your arousal, you like it." Encouraging her, his palm slid from hip to the front of her jeans, popping a button free. "Just this, keep going. Grind as hard as you need."

His dick grew harder, threatened to blow right there,for god's sake, don't you fucking dare come yet..when he lowered the zipper, she emitted a strangled sound of arousal and panic, he pressed more kisses to her lips, licking the seam for her to open, her hips never stopped their suggestive movement, and with that he slid a hand around to her ass, the waist of her jeans baggy now they were gaping open, he was easily able to push a hand down into the back of them to palm both full cheeks, fingers spread apart to cover the area nicely.

"That's my good girl. Shit, you feel so fuckin' good, Zara. You might be the first woman to get me off just by grindin' your gorgeous pussy on me."

The grin was in his thick spoken words, each one dropped with a grunt upon her lips. When he abruptly ceased his calculated torture, Zara protested seeking out his mouth, laughing right there, he tasted the moan. She liked torturing him, he knew it.

Good girls do bad things, he decided.Just with me. He insisted silently. It was a claim he'd make sure she stuck to.

They ended up on the narrow twin bed, tongues in each other's mouths, Rider’s palms squeezing hell outer her ass as she rode his lap. She tasted like smooth caramel as though she’d recently had hard candy in her mouth, but the sweetness was all uniquely her, the flavor of her made him crazy, long slow sweeps over her tongue, he tempted her to get a little dirty with his mouth.

Laid on their sides, to begin with, the bed didn’t allow for much room other than domino's, but it meant he had Zara plastered against him and Rider wasn’t ever gonna complain about that, he’d rolled her on top of him for a tighter fit.

She felt like heaven.

Her scent of soap and sultry skin turning him on hard, she found her spot, settled down into him, and was softly grinding out, sucking on his tongue.

If she’d been hesitant at first, he let her decide what she wanted to do, and she soon gained confidence in that control, taking his mouth, kissing him deeply, if this was all they did, then he had beauty on top of him dry fucking herself on his rock-hard dick, it was a satisfaction he'd never felt before.

Stroking one or five out later in the shower was gonna have to happen or else he wouldn’t be able to walk upright. As it was it took all his willpower not to roll her over, prowl up her body, split her thighs and bury himself into what would undoubtedly be the best fucking fuck of his life.

Rider ground his back teeth, helping her move in short sharp jerks using his hands on her ass.

“Sweet fiery hell, Icy, you need to…”

He was about to lose his fucking mind if she didn’t -------

“Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiider!” her hips went frantic pumping faster. He’d never heard a sexier sound than when Zara came.

Her gasp was guttural and out of this world.

“Get it. Keep goin’, don’t fuckin’ stop, that’s it. I can feel it shakin’ you, so fuckin’ sexy, grind your orgasm out on me, I want your panties soaked through, use me, fuckin’useme,” his eyes darkened listening to her choppy breathing as she came down, her body eventually stopping its frantic motion.

He was in complete sexual agony and ecstasy all at once.

She’d gone over for him crying his name.Hisfucking name.

He mentally beat his chest. Tarzan motherfucker.

A sudden rippling recognition that moved through him on a hot frequency that shook him. She'd come for him, for her. Jesus, yeah, he'd seen a lot of woman coming, some loud, some quiet, some weird as fuck, Zara right then would forever be etched in his mind as being the jewel of all orgasms, to see it surprising her, to knock her down.

Beautiful.

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