Page 152 of Dirty Salvation

"Not sexist if it's true, Icy. The first time I got hands on you, you were all these sexy as fuck curves and dips. My girl is too thin now, scared I’ll break you when I get into that pussy I own."

“If you wouldn’t drag me off to bed before I can eat dinner, that might help.” she smiled in a saucy teasing way, playing her fingers over the span of his chest feeling his heart rap steadily.

“I'm shoulderin' the blame, am I?” was his smirked reply. Adding as he stroked fingertips around her hip to keep her planted firmly over his crotch. “Beautiful. Too thin, though. I’ll make it better.”

"I don't need a white knight."

"Nah, you need a Rider. Fortunately for you, baby, I'm right here. Now gimme that mouth." He encouraged with his voice turned up to smokey and the same hand rubbed the length of her spine right up to her nape which he palmed. Zara’s purr went nuclear.

"You want my mouth?"

"Yes. Gimme your gorgeous mouth up here, baby." His voice was thick with sin.

Against his chest, her smile grew. Not making a move to shift up his body, his chest bare and golden brown her mouth watered, Zara easily snuggled into the hardness of his torso, kissed over a nipple, grinned when he growled, she squealed, abruptly finding herself rolled beneath him.

Nothing pleased her more than seeing the dark hungry look in his eyes.

It was one thing to be taken by that kind of man, and another to see it gazing down with no filters whatsoever, just right there for her to see.

Sexy as hell.

He prowled up over her, pushed open her thighs settling between them, his hands braced on either side of her head.

He'd had her every which way in the last couple of hours yet she could see he was far from finished.

She hummed excited low in the back of her throat, a needy sound when he pressed his lower body into the cradle of her hips, rubbing his cock until he could slip into her wetness. It drove her crazy when he wouldn't slide further inside. She needed himdeep.

Whimpering his name, undulating her back in hopes of pushing him inside herself, didn't persuade him otherwise, Rider simply held himself still pressed down over her.

He did that hip movement again drawing out more of her throat moans as her pleasure began to revive with every gentle nudge on her sensitive flesh. She'd thought all those orgasms were enough, that surely, she couldn't have any more this week, this month, but her body begged to differ. Crawling her hands around Rider's waist, hooking her leg to his, Zara snuggled down into the bed, pumped her hips up, or tried to.

"Rider...." his name drawled every letter in a hot whisper.

"I wanted your mouth, baby. Didn't I tell you gimme that mouth?"

God.Now was not the time to tease her.

Scowling up at his wicked smile stretching out his lips, made sexier with his hair hanging free around his face tickling hers when he leaned down, providing a small canopy for them, he sampled a whisper kiss to her lips, drew back when she arched for more.

His cock slid against her clit. One wet slide before he retreated leaving her on a precipice of wanting to kill him. He’s so fucking intense she can’t stand it.

She pulsed from within and clutched his waist digging her nails to get him to come down even further. Rider only grinned unfazed like it was a day out at the park for him.Ugh.Is it right that I want to punch him? Asking for a friend.

"What do you want, baby … need my cock inside you?"Jesus Christ.Give the man a coconut! face flush, she was trembling, dripping and wanting him like a deranged person on the edge of sanity, her hand caressed down to his butt, urging him in.

Yes, yes, yes.

"Yes. Why are you teasing me?"

Rider had other ideas she soon found out. "Just like I wanted your fuckin' mouth."

Oh. My. God."You'rereallywithholding your cock because I didn't kiss you in a timely fashion?" her eyes blazed ready to punch the smile from his gorgeous face.

"Timely fashion ... my fuckin’ cute articulate girl." his voice held humor. Back and forth, hard and slow, Rider slid the head of his cock against Zara until she thought she'd die. He grunted every now and then, his upper body flexing, each muscle giving and releasing ... if she could just ... her hips lifted the same time as her hand on his tight butt pulled him down. Damn his strength. He resisted frustrating the hell out of her. She huffed, glaring up.

"Now you know if I ask for your fuckin' mouth, you give me your fuckin' mouth, Icy. Got it? You're so wet. I'm makin' my girl soaked, aren't I? slippery fuckin' wet, it feels so good ...sogood." His grunt boiled out of Rider's mouth, the sexiest noise she'd ever heard. He was teasing himself as much as he was her but that didn’t very well help Zara in her hour of need now did it? Not when she’d become so hyper-aware of her own body, she could feel every layer of skin humming for him, and when she blinked it felt like a tidal wave of wind. God, he was driving her insane holding her on the edge.

"Please, fuck me already. I’ll give you every kiss you want when you want it with tongue, a lot of tongue. Just ... fuck me right now.” With her neck strained back, her entire body reached up under his, needing his cock pushing in until the stretch hurt.