Page 124 of Dirty Salvation

Everything.

That's what she craved.

"Again, baby." To prove he was in charge, his longest middle finger caressed into her and touched her G-spot, the place that had her jackknifing almost toppling off the counter, to save herself she wrapped her other leg over his shoulder and he used his palms on her butt to drag her closer to the edge giving him full access to her pussy.

She said words like pussy now. He wouldn’t touch her until she spoke them, asked for what she wanted.

Touch me, Rider. Put your mouth on me, please.

Put my mouth where, Icy? Say it, make me harder.

My pussy, Ambrosio. Fuck my pussy.

His dirty way of speaking turned her on until she thought she might come simply from him telling her he loved how her pussy tasted.

"Can't get enough of you down my throat." He whispered against her wetness, tongue slowly lapping.Oh, sweet Cinderella. Zara lost her mind.

If anyone walked into the kitchen right then they'd see their president straddled on a tall bar stool with his girl's legs braced around his shoulders while she gripped the toaster, moaning his name and receiving the best head of her life while he groaned how fucking sopping and sweet she tasted.

She didn't care who heard her cries of pleasure as she did go over for him again. And then once more.

He was such a smug arrogant bastard licking his lips afterward, rising to his full height in a languid move then he helped her down, kissing her with the taste of herself on his lips. He sucked so long on her tongue she swayed dizzily.

This man was a sure addiction.

What did she need to think about life while she was having incredible sex with him? She was proof a woman could live on orgasms alone.

Zara's legs were jelly, she listed to the side leaning heavily into him. Managing to slip back into his long black shirt that had been tossed to the floor when he’d decided instead of eggs for breakfast that morning he was going to eat her until she cried mercy, she let the shirt fall to her thighs the same time she could hear voices in the common room, people had begun to stir though it was still relatively early.

Her eyes flared. Oh, shit.Shit!

With lightning speed, she grabbed a package of Clorox wipes from where they were kept beneath the sink, wiping the chrome counter from one end to the other with vigorous frantic motions, her head going to the door every few seconds, making sure to give it an extra scrub over by the toaster.That poor abused toaster.

Catching Rider’s wicked chuckle, she sent him a vicious glare. How was he so calm right now, like people were going to walk in any second and know they’d fucked on every counter! He was leaning up against the table, bare feet crossed, jeans zipped but not buttoned.

Sexy as a God.

A chest so wide it would take her a week to cross it with kisses. When she watched him lick the corner of his mouth her belly clenched over the dangerous sexuality of the gesture.

Smugness all over his face. He was a man who had got what he wanted.

The moment of staring went on forever.

"What the fuck you doin’, Icy?"

"What does it look like! Wejusthad sex on this counter!" As if it explained. Duh. Her voice was hushed, desperate to finish wiping it down before anyone came in, saw her red face and guessed exactly what Rider had wanted for his breakfast

"I know. I was right there with you. And?"

My god he was dense. "People eat here. I don't want them to have my ---"

"Your sweet fuckin' juices." he supplied for her when he saw she was struggling. His lips twitched amused.

"Ugh!" she kept scrubbing as he laughed until the countertops gleamed her reflection.

Rider caught her around the waist, drawing her into his body, her arm instinctively wrapped around his waist, snuggling in, hiding her face. Shy after sex, as though the orgasms allowed her hedonistic side to be as wild and noisy as she liked, but retreated once the pleasure waned.

It made it equally frustrating when Rider never once showed the same signs. He was long and loose, his body so warm she could have burrowed there for a while, and he didn't care when his boys began piling into the kitchen seemingly not caring their president was there half naked with his half naked girl either, his eyes were just for her.