Page 4 of Forever Zara

“I don’t know.” She whimpered, but shesoknew. Her lips creased with a smile as she poked around his beard, trying to pull the short hairs to get him moving again.

He took his time; he always did. Unless he wanted to fuck her brains out.

“You knew I’d come home with my cock hurting for you, didn’t you?”

With his full palm covering her ass cheek, he lifted her into his next push, and it popped lights behind her eyes, rushes of hotness traveled through her limbs, making Zara uncoordinated while she held onto his hair and fed from his opened lips.

She loved him like this. Wild and untamed, vibrating under his skin.

Yes, she’d let him know she was naked in the tub earlier because she’d wanted this. She’d needed him on top of her, inside her, taking her over.

She knew his buttons and liked to press them often.

What could she say? She was a woman who craved the way he fucked.

“Harder, Rider.” She implored.

“You’ll get harder,” he gruffed. “You’ll get all my fuckin’ cock and take it, won’t you?”

“Yes.” She hissed and swallowed his pleased chuckle.

The very tip of her breast ached when he pinched her nipple, dipping down; he sucked the ache away and brought on an additional need as his hips increased, going faster, diving deeper. She felt stretched to the max, hurting in a way only Rider knew how to fix.

Heat and lust burst all over her when he crushed her mouth again.

It wasn’t nice. Rider didn’t kiss nicely. He was primal, taking ownership of every moan she cried down his throat. Kissing her because he knew she came alive for him. He tipped her head back in such a way that meant he could violate every inch inside of her mouth until she was a shaking mess. He sucked the meatier part of her lip as though he’d waited all day to taste her. His heat purged through her, and Zara took it happily.

This man.

Her biker-man.

Love of her life.

His fuck went on until she came on a muffled cry, and then he followed right behind her. Grunting with two more thrusts, he held her tighter by the hip until he emptied, panting against her throat.

God, the comedown felt just as good as she clung like a spider web around his massive frame, stroking along his shuddering back.

“My beautiful cocktease.” He gruffed to make her laugh,delighted.

Rider was a ruthless man where his MC was concerned. Meticulous in his decisions to a fault.

But maybe Zara had some conniving game in her too. She learned from the best, because look how easily she made him lose control.

“All yours.” She answered amid the necklace of kisses she pressed over his beard and jawline.

Zara didn’t so much drift into sleep as she was fucked there in seconds.

With one thought about her man.

Her lovely, sexy biker-man.

Who was going to become her husband in only twenty days.

Yay.

TWO

“No fuckin’ discounts for asshole cops.” - Rider

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