Page 3 of Forever Zara

See? A simple statement steeped in filthy truth sent her careening into the abyss as she stiffened all over. The orgasm washed through her.

“Dirty girl,” he chuckled, withdrawing his hand. He curled those wet fingers around her throat, angling her head back so she could make out his eyes in the dark. “You wanted me to come all over you.”

There was no point in lying or playing coy. He knew her too well for that. Many times during lovemaking, he’d pull free from her body and stroke himself off onto her stomach, just to watch her fall apart with her bliss.

It might seem dirty, but being marked by Rider was the happiness she craved from a dark place only he owned.

She wasn’t a good girl.

Nor was she a bad girl

But she was Rider’s girl, and she loved every second of what they did together.

Magic. Some might say.

She knew better. There was no magic in the world other than what they made together through blood, sweat, and anguish. They’d made it to the other side, and though their MC world would never fully be free of danger, she was happier than ever living without magic.

Magic was an illusion. It was lies and dreams, smoke, and mirrors. It was sufficient for a time, but she preferred the reality of this existence right here.

The life where she had the epic love from a biker-man, who peeled her out of her shorts with a gentle touch.

This man, capable of many deplorable, unspeakable acts, treated Zara like she was refined diamonds. Nothing was too much for him if she wanted it.

She wanted him.

In every dark, delicious way there was.

She’d take Rider—lawbreaking, unscrupulous, and moralless.

He wasn’t an unkind man.

Not even a bad man to those who knew him.

It was the truth she spoke when she ran her hands over the rugged planes of his chest, fine hairs tickling her palms. He was decorated in ink, some he’d added to since knowing her. He wore their kids’ names in Greek across his chest. She traced it by memory. “I always want to wear you, Ambrosio.” She shared as he grabbed her ass and shuffled her forward, forcing her leg to wind over his hip as she felt him notch his cock to her wet and needy entrance. “But I’d prefer you dripping out of me.”

Oh, god. She felt her cheeksflame.

The dirty talk did not come easily to Zara. At all.

But he loved it, so she did her best for him, and it worked like a charm when he grunted all rough and alpha and shoved forward, impaling her in one try.

“People think you’re so sweet and good,” he breathed against her mouth. They were chest to chest, her leg inching higher on his hip so he could push deeper. Rider had his hand gently under her chin to better take her lips.

“I am,” she insisted with a short giggle, which tapered off into a tortured moan as he started to move and move and move.

“Only I know what a sweet fuckin’ she-wolf you are, don’t I, Icy?”

God. Yes.Yes! Only Rider.

“Only I know what acockteasemy girl is.” He went on, shoving to the depths of her vagina. Oh, lord. Was that Jesus she saw behind her flickering eyelids?

She whimpered like an injured rabbit, clinging to the man she adored.

Eager for more of his dirty musings because he wasn’t wrong. At all.

Rider’s pelvis shortened his thrusts when he knew he’d hit the soft center that made her tighten her walls around his cock. They groaned together. And the hand under her chin angled it up, and lips so sweet crashed on hers, prying them open so his tongue could dominate.

“Whatcha think was gonna happen, Zara, when you sent me a text earlier, telling me you were soaking in the tub?”

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