Page 101 of Dirty Salvation

Each word he spoke peppered a new kiss to the side of her throat, she could hear his smile knowing fine and well just how tender she'd be, when she didn’t answer him right away his head reared up, she swore his eyes had become a more vivid ocean blue.

Both hands cupped the side of her head, brushing back her hair. She felt truly naked in front of him, ridiculous since they were physically naked, but this went deeper as if he saw all her thoughts and worries.

It wasn’t enough that he kept his hips still, she was so full of him.

And she needed him to move. Give her the friction, she needed it, craved it from him now.

Deep and in ... god, she needed him tomove.

"Hungry girl." He laughed. Amusement lighting his face.

Coaxing, she grasped his head pulling him down. Their kiss was sweeter than she expected, long drugging kisses turned her to liquid, and the driving strength of him filling her core made her a little nuts to get him moving already, that internal intimacy so long abused was now a heady noise front center greedy, she craved the tender from him, he’d shown her how it could be all over again like their first time and Zara was fucking starved for that good feeling.

A crackhead, and a biker her drug.

Already her body was gathering towards pleasure and he hadn’t even thrust inside yet, just settled deep and stayed there.

“Move, Ambrosio. Shitshit, that feels ... just move,ohhh… please.” she issued on a strangled plea against his mouth, licking his lower lip with persuasion, tasting his wicked teasing chuckle, biting him to fuck her. The wetter she became, the more starved she felt.

It clawed with its own talons. Fresh and new. A hunger she didn’t think she could feel anymore was waking up with great bellowing growls. She needed him.

Needed him to begin the fucking.

That first sudden thrust made the bed creak, tested by the weight, the warmth of man and sheets comforted Zara in every dark corner, she practically ate at Rider’s mouth, opening when he wanted to suck on her tongue tip, his hands left her head to grasp her hips, long tapered fingers holding her steady, slams deepening.

Hot and deep, she was under his spell of driving want, tunnelling her fingers through his hair, moaning those starved noises while he worked her body through pumps of his hips.

Shamelessly clinging to him, there was no shy in sex, her back arched beneath Rider taking everything, silently asking for more and each time he stroked his cock into her she felt a wet fever loosening throughout her body, deep inside.

“Oh, god, I love this.” she told him.

How long had it been since she’d felt this good? Felt a cock pushing inside her that wasn’t pain from how dry she was.

“Rider. Please. I’m going to die if...”

They were both breathing like thoroughbreds.

His laugh was buttery, his eyes landing on her made her arch wantonly, her breasts smashed against his chest, he licked up the side of her neck.

“Not lettin’ you die. Gonna come for me again, though, aren’t you? I can feel it, you’re clutchin' at me so greedy so tight ... That’sit, baby ... Go there for me, let me feel how fuckin’ soaked I can make you. That’s all for me, isn’t it? Fucccck ... Tight and wet squeezin’ around my cock, feels good, baby.”

Oh boy. She could come just from looking up at him.

Rider was devastating her one hard punch of his cock at a time.

It was all she could do just to hold onto his back and roll with it.

All that muscle and sinew working together, moving her up the bed became her religious experience.

She hadn’t dreamed she could feel ...anythingever again, she’d resolved to sleep with Rider to prove he was wasting his time pursuing a fantasy long since destroyed, he’d wanted the sex with the girl that didn’t exist anymore.

But this was better.

Somehow the Zara of old wouldn’t have been able to take this way of how he was fucking her.

Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and ohsodelicious.

Rider took her over completely there was not another name for it, she felt it begin in the pit of her belly at first, spreading like fire.