Page 153 of Dirty Salvation

Shiiit, she loved that thickness of him pressed inside her wall-to-wall stretching her out.

She moaned.

And whimpered.

Then murmured his name like a dirty mantra.

“Rider! Goddamn it.”

“Fuck. I know.I know.” he grated against her neck doing his own shuddering, his rough facial hair another source of friction racing her to the finish line with speed.

Zara was desperate.Paralyzedin lust. In that intoxicating place that was only hers and Rider’s.

Fingers reached up to clutch his hair and with a yank she had his mouth on hers, her tongue going deep. Rider laughed into her mouth at first, but it soon turned into a groan of want as she tasted him with a fierceness she'd never shown him yet. Possessing his mouth, taking it for her own. She could take only so much before her dam burst, he had a knack of taking her to the edge, of using his every skill to send her out of her mind.

Gripping her hips to hold her steady, Rider thankfully did the decent thing before she had to claw the skin off his back. By fucking her brains out again. He echoed inside her even as he moved roughly, she felt him not just between her legs as his churn increased furiously all out of sync, pumping … thrusting deeper, that delicious friction causing both to moan at the exact same time, but in the beats of her heart, she felt him with every thud of her unused muscle.

She fell in love.

Or was already in love and that was the second she let the truth be freed.

She loved him.

Oh, dear god.

ShelovedRider.

Truly, deeply, madly, passionate, angrily sometimes wanted to kill him but would miss him too much loved him.

He fucked her so good she fell into sleep almost as soon as her orgasms had abated.

Worn out by Rider.

And it was the first full night of sleep she wasn’t hounded by one single nightmare.

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Hands were touching Rider as he roused from sleep. Gentle ticklish caresses enough to have his gray matter checking back into living even when he was sure he needed more sleep.

Fuck, he was exhausted, his girl was a demon when she wanted his cock, she’d put Rider into the hardest sleep of his life when she got through with her demands.Fuck me again. More, Rider. Harder, faster. Jesus…he'd never known a woman so hungry.

Thank god, because he’d been drained, there'd been no rousing his cock no matter how much she ground against him like a she-cat in heat. He'd given it his all and finished her off with his hand, fingers drilled all the way to her goddamn G-spot, telling her she had to wait until morning if she wanted any more.

He’d gone to sleep like a man welcoming death.

That was until he felt a feathering along his inner thigh. Not irritating exactly, a barely there touch.

His hand dipped under the cover to scratch, roll over and sleep again, and he encountered a head of hair.Huh.

Call him a dim-fuck because it took his brain a second to catch up and figure what was happening.

His eyes flipped open, one hard rebound of eyelids, sleep leaving him in a fast race of all his brain cells coming back online, yanking the top blanket back there was his Icy-girl nestled between his legs, kissing his thighs in the sweetest way, her hand spanning the thickness of his stone-hard cock as she stroked pushing it up his belly. Her lips circling the swollen head with a feather touch. All dainty like. Like a goddamn queen kissing a poodle.

Oh, fuck. His cock kicked, grow impossibly harder in her fist. The thing happy as a village idiot reaching out for more attention.

She'd woken him up with the beginnings of a blowjob.

Goddamn, his girl was amazing.