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Grinder practically burst into flames, aching so much to unzip and fuck her against the wall. “Luxe. Damn… I want to fuck you, baby. I want in here.” Sliding in a second finger he pumped the same way his body was roaring to do.

His rotten thief was lost to the pleasure, mewling as she sucked on his tongue, the sensation of his fingers pushed inside her wet heat and the tortured way she rode them about killed Grinder.

“Just this. Just this..Dios…..”

If it were up to him he’d watch her for hours as she drowned in her pleasure, but the realization they were standing in a foul-smelling alleyway part way between a pet store and a fresh bakery motivated Grinder into getting her off and convincing her to come home with him so he could do her real slow and nasty.

She cried out. “Nathan.” Her breath hitched, she went tight all over, her inner walls shaking as he pumped and pumped, rolling his thumb against her tight little bud. She pushed up on her toes as if she was arching for something just out of her reach. She moaned his name desperately again, he angled his head down, enveloping her in just him, he twisted his fingers. “Baby, I’ll get you there.”

“Nathan..Dios. Por favor.”

Her plea dragged something desperate out of him to give her everything she needed. Grinder had never concentrated so fucking much than he did in the next thirty seconds, working her pussy, making it slippery wet, he plied her with so much attention, urged on by cries of his name falling out of gorgeous lips.

And he swore he’d never seen a sexier climax on a woman. Hips wild, she didn’t calm for a long minute then she sagged against him.

Removing his hand, Grinder kissed her, catching her in her weakened state to fully taste the woman tying him in knots.

Her hummed exhale was nothing short of satisfied. He felt fifty foot tall. “Mmm. That was nice.” She pushed him aside, and rolled her dress down like he hadn’t been plundering her a second ago. “Now I could eat,sí?” collecting her purse from the floor, she exited the alleyway and left Grinder there.

Mouth gaped.

His unfulfilled cock throbbing.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Paint the nursery. Fuck my old lady. Go to war.” - the life of a Prez

“I could eat a horse with the saddle and hooves.” Announced Zara from the couch of their little home, surrounded in candy wrapper carnage. The food debris was from an epic marathon of theDie-Hardmovies her biker-man insisted she needed to see. What she needed was something salty followed by something sweet, rinse and repeat on a never-ending pregnancy hunger loop.

Rider smiled at her and just like that she melted into goo. It was ridiculous how much they meshed together. The emotionally damaged, former academic good-girl with the notorious one-percenter president. They were wonderfully, blissfully happy in their life, day by day Zara had to pinch herself in case this was all a dream. Sometimes in the night she'd lie awake just watching his chest inflate while he slept, so puffed up with love it was a wonder her giddy joy wasn't loud enough to wake him.

It was absurd really, how happy Zara felt. This biker-man who was her everything and who treated her like a queen covered in spun gold. She was adapting to be being spoiled rotten and getting her own way with just a well-placed moan of his name. It was the little things, how he always held her hand wherever they went, and the way he didn't protest the roasting temperature she liked to have their shared showers, not to mention he always made sure she had food. And their sex was always awesome. Not occasionally awesome. Every-single-time awesome, he made sure of it. She was frequently left useless after he'd had his dirty way with her.

Zara had thought those relationships only existed in a romance novel, no man was ever so perfect for a woman and then she met Rider.I want you happy, Icy. She was fast finding out this last year together, during all the ups and downs and still the emotional struggles she faced, that he would doanythingfor her happiness. Anything. It was a sparkling contentment she lived with now deep in her soul. Just looking at his face, god, that face, how could a man bethathandsome? His striking features ought to be illegal, he still had groupies drooling over him, hazard of that face, she supposed, but it was Zara he cornered in the office to sit on his lap, it was Zara he came home to. Other women could window shop him all they wanted, she knew who he belonged to.

A year into their relationship she knew they had something pretty wonderful and not just because of the bun they were making together.

Underneath her, Rider chuckled and rubbed his massive palm on her growing belly. “My kid is hungry.”

“I’m scared she’ll grow to the size of a monster and my lady bits won’t ever be the same again.”

Her man was big all over, fit, and seriously wide everywhere, and she was so much smaller in comparison. It was inevitable any child of his, along with the cocky attitude and constant swearing, would come out huge. She looked down at her bump, fretting a little.

She needed more sugar to calm down.

“Icy…” he was suppressing a laugh but Zara was deadly serious. “She?”

“What?” Zara’s head was in the delivery room with a doctor telling her the fifty-pound baby would just have to stay inside her womb because there was no feasible way it could come out of her vagina.Oh, god.She needed M&Ms rightnow.

“You said she.”

“I can’t keep calling the baby it. Besides, it will be a girl, I already decided. A princess to drive you nuts, it’s what you deserve.”

“Why did I ever think you were sweet? wicked girl.” He gave a closed-lip smile.

She snickered. “That’s an easy one. You were thinking with your beautiful dick.”

Speaking of. Her atoms began to buzz again. Sexual hunger overtaking the need for food.My god, she was turning into a tramp for her biker-man. The doctor said her hormones were increasing therefore so would her libido. The doctor hadn’t informed her she’d want sex around the clock, every hour on the hour until she was exhausted. No one forewarned either of them about that, not that he ever complained.

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