Page 97 of Dirty Salvation

“Rider…“ lifting her head, Zara’s eyes were glazed as hell, filled with what she’d just experienced. Rider smirked smugly. She tried to move off him, his palm flat to her butt kept her exactly where she was. “I didn’t think I. Wow.”

He claimed that wow as his own.

She let go of a breath pushing hair off her forehead, a soft glow to her face, she looked beautiful. Orgasm soft. “I didn’t think I could anymore. Thank you, Rider.” He didn’t get out a word before she suddenly asked. “Rider? Is that your name or biker name?”

How could she coherently talk when he was still trying to untangle his tongue from the back of his throat? He ached to slid his hand down into her jeans, feel how wet her orgasm had made her, to stroke her to a fresh one. This was her show, he reprimanded. Even if she had turned his brain to molten lava with not one clean thought in there.

Rider was already dirty. Zara made him dirtier.

“Road name. I’ve been called it since I was fourteen. Only my mom calls me Ambrosio anymore. Thank my Greek grandfather for that.” He watched her eyes flicker into focus and her pink lips rounded to a silent O. What was the Icy girl thinking now? he questioned silently to himself. He smiled, kissed her once, twice, felt her body relax into his.See the good a fucking orgasm can do a person. If only he was so goddamn relaxed, with his body wound tight and his dick threatening to cut off all blood supply to the rest of his body. “Is that what you wanna call me, baby?” he asked and she blushed with a nod.

God, he liked that.

Her chest rose and fell quickly with stuttered breaths. “I do. It kind of suits you somehow, the other side to the big bad biker man.”

Every time she called him that Rider snorted amused.

His arrogance clearly knew no bounds because he liked the title.

Now to get her to admit he washerbig bad biker man.

“And now. Do you think, maybe ...“ when she got shy like she was right now dipping her eyes away from him it just made Rider want to fuck some dirty into her. “That we could do some more of this?”

Fuck yes! All of it, baby. Rider hissed a noise of approval, so eager he almost mounted her right there and rutted for a while. It wasn't often the Renegade Soul's president was taken off-kilter, completely knocked off his feet, this sweet girl was a leveler for him, she had sneaked under his guard a long time ago and she was still there, nestled claiming her place and she didn't even know it.

“Only, Rider. I think, maybe, without clothes this time … and----- “

“Yeah, we can do that, baby.” Rider’s dick answered for him, jerking in his pants even as he growled heatedly, rolling them over so he got her beneath him. Already in his mind, he was ten steps ahead getting to the good to the wet to the screaming.

Slow. Taking it fucking steady.

“Remember what I said? You tell me to stop anytime you want.” Zara was breathing all out of sync and he liked to think she was excited and not terrified to have a man on top of her. He started as he meant to go on, by getting her fucking naked in record time. Jeans slid down her legs, the shirt yanked off over her head. Underwear came next and when he groaned, grinding the heel of his hand against his crotch, he was so in danger of coming before he got his dick anywhere near her. “This what you want, baby, for me to make you feel good again? I'm dyin' to feel you tight around me with all that creamy heaven. Tell me. Lemme hear you say the dirty words.” He sat up on his knees, looking down at her sprawled on his bed, like the sacrificial naked lamb.

God, she was a sight making his insides clench.

Lust blazed between them.

If his club burnt around him to the ground right then and there, he was gonna go out fucking his way to hell. He’d meet Lucifer himself after having an almighty climax between her creamy thighs. Safe to say save for a natural disaster nothing was stopping Rider.

“Baby. Lemme hear the words so I know you want this.”

“You talk too much.” she blushed for the way he was raking his eyes over her. He didn’t stop, not until she told him, all he would do was eyefuck her and he’d make it damn good until she was twitchy to have him fuck her.

He reached into his jeans, grasping himself tightly, pumping into his own fist, the pleasure made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Dammit … say it. Say you need me to fuck you. Tell me to slam inside you, to feel how wet I’ve made you, that you can't stand another minute that my cock is not inside you. I can fuckin’ see you’re soaked for me, Icy, your thighs are glistenin’ with your own juices. You’re gonna come so hard against my tongue … So creamy wet ain'tcha? I need inside you so bad. I want to slide in deep, baby, as deep as you can take me. Fuckin’ say it...” his voice sounded strained to his own ears, she had two seconds before he coated his damn walls.

Rider was desperate for her.

When her breathing hitched, and her eyes came to his, he felt his hunger roar like an animal, knowing what she was going to say.Say it, baby, don’t be afraid of us.

A little huff and blush. “As I said, you talk too damn much, Rider, my god, a chatterbox biker man.“ She smiled, though her eyes were all on what his hand was doing, watching the up and the downward self-stroke. Her groan was frustration itself and a kick to his system, damn near no one had him this wound before. “Fuck me already. But …“ she held a hand out warding him off before he could pin her to the bed and get his happy-as-fuck cock into her. His eyes narrowed to slits in warning as she carried on.

“If I’m no good at it, don’t blame me, I tried to warn you, you can still back out and grab one of the groupies who pant for you,” so unsure again, it calmed the beast within.

He let his cock go, so he could lean his entire body over Zara’s, making room in the cradle of her thighs, until he was touching her nose with his, a cautious growl to his throat.

“It’s you I want. I just made you come hard, Icy. Don’t ever think you’re no good, fuckin’ ever again. It was the best orgasm I never had. Now I’m going to have you…”

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