Page 98 of Dirty Salvation

He heard rather than saw her breath exhale. So brave was his girl, poised with wide eyes waiting for him to take her and be disappointed.Not likely. He shared a sweet kiss with her, soft sharing of lips, opening and tasting.

“Have me then. I’ll have you, too…”

He was already hers, she just didn't know it.

For more than an hour Rider had given Zara his all. His tongue was strung out aching from the amount of licking he'd done between her thighs; he'd tasted so many of her orgasms he was positive he could pick the right one out of a line up in the dark. Because he knew she needed to feel in control he'd let her explore his body again, her hand going to his cock, she'd got him off in three embarrassing strokes, she'd giggled and told himOopsHis girl said fucking oops, she tipped her sweet meter.

And when it came to finally …fucking finally... to slide home, he let her take his cock to her entrance, teeth crammed together, she took her sweet time rubbing him on her clit until he thought he was in serious danger of having a brain aneurysm.

"Goddamn ... you gotta give me it right, Zara ...allthe way, you wanna take all of me? let me push in some more …fuccckkk... more, baby. That's right ... open wider for your man."

One hard plunge and Rider, as his namesake foretold, rode all the way inside every goddamn last inch, wall-to-tight-wall until he bottomed out with no room to spare.

Oh fuck ... he was going to lose it ...count wolves ... recite football scores from 1968. Think of a brother with his dick out.Fuck no, he'd lose his erection if he put that in his head.

His eyes dropped to her mouth, so lovely pink and pouty, and he dipped his head slowly. Greedy lips traced over hers before his tongue dipped inside, all wet and leisurely, to sample her mouth as if seeking the answer to a question he hadn't spoken.

Everything became clear. So clear, he was dense to not have seen it sooner.

She belonged to him.

He put his hand against her sternum, caressing her breasts, feeling her fast inhales, slower exhales, her eyes never leaving his.Good. Rider wanted to make sure she was focused when he said this next part. Because he'd never said anything more meaningful, truthful or fucking scary before in his life.

"You're everythin' I want, Icy. Believe it, you're it for me, for the long haul, my old lady, want you on the back of my bike squeezin' me with your legs, holdin' my waist, I wanna fuck you every night, make you feel good, have you screamin' my name, wanna see that smile and know it's just for me ‘cause I make you happy. I want every last thing from you and to give you more back, you and me every day. Need you to know this goin’ in, where my heads at. It’s you. But, baby ..." he slipped out and pushed back in causing her to moan and undulate. "Ineedto fuck youhardright now more than I need to breathe, harder than I ever gave it. I gotta take you and take you until I'm dry. You ready for that?" Zara's gasp made Rider smirk as he settled further between her thighs.

She was a wet glove and he was losing his mind by not moving.

She gave a groaned nod. Sweat beading on her forehead, eyes glassy and beautiful.

"You feel so good. I feel you everywhere. Oh god, Ambrosio,please, it aches, please move."

She was so much smaller than he was, but they were a perfect fit, her pussy was made to take his cock, her hips bucking up trying to drive him deep, Rider groaned against her mouth, licking sin into her, she was sweet whereas he was bad, but together... oh fuck, it was as good as his perverted memory remembered, better even, because now he wasn't only fucking Zara with his body, he was using everything he had, whispering dirty words of encouragement as skin slapped together. He would have liked to think he had some rhythm to how he took her, but it was all vicious need clawing at him, the moment he got her under him it had been game over.

He just wantedin… and in and in … so he fucked her until she screamed his name, his true given name, the sound bounced off the ceiling, and he went on, taking the woman of his dreams, his old lady.

And when Rider came, it hit him like a missile, he wished he spilled his come inside her instead of the condom, he wanted to soak her with their sex. soon, fucking soon he'd go at her dick-bare and feel every spasm of her pussy. Until then, he arched into her, giving one last long powerful thrust.

The best ever.

Tears were already filling her eyes when his head finally lifted feeling a hundred pounds sated and heavy. “Baby...” he groaned, his voice hoarser than expected. “Are these ‘you did me really good, Rider’ tears?”

He kissed her. Angling his head to take it deeper, he’d fucked her for hours and still he felt the hunger low in his belly.

She kissed him just as madly, her lips open and accepting his tongue, both moaned. His tongue flicked into her mouth, a sly flexing, loving how she was tearing at his hair as if desperate for more, as well. When they parted, he dropped a last kiss to her nose, pulling from her body so he could dump the condom.

She was still where he left her when he came back. Should he worry she hadn’t answered? He took a seat on the side of the bed, cupped her cheek, tears still glistened her eyelashes, tiny sexy diamonds, but he saw a small smile dancing on her lips.

Orgasms and a smile, good sign, he thought. “Gonna answer now?”

“Good tears, Rider.Relievedtears.Thankfultears. I just hadamazingsex with this hot bad biker man tears. I think my vagina might bebrokentears. I feel like I should send you a gift basket or something, do you like fruit?“

Rider burst out laughing, reaching down his hand palmed between her legs, causing her to moan when he ground the heel against her swollen overused clit.

“Hmm. Don’t think it’s broken, Icy. In fact, it feels real happy to see me again. So pink and open for me.” And just like that Rider slid his middle finger through her sore wet folds, curled inwards and let it sink and sink until he found that spot that turned her wild and panting.

“Oh, my god,Ambrosio. What are you doing to me? I can’t. Not again. I’m tapped out.” One stroke and she jerked upwards … seeking more.

“Now, sweet girl...” He laughed throatily, angling his finger to the perfect spot, dragging it over a ridge nestled inside her walls. “lemme me show you what a liar you are...”

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