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Godsavehis dick.

"Thank you for the game, gentlemen. I had fun. I'm sorry you lost so much money, Pretty-boy." her smile said she was not fucking sorry.

Wherehad this Zara come from, he wondered.

He didn't know, but he liked seeing her this way, carefree and full of enjoyment.

When she walked towards him, he got his hands on her the moment she was in distance because he fucking needed to. His arm went around her waist, dragged her in.

"Wait! My winnings." Quick as a flash Texas stepped forward to grab the money, he rolled it and handed it to Zara who beamed such a smile at his treasurer Rider wanted to smash his face into dust. Growling her drew her away from the crowd feeling more than primal and possessive over her.

"You had fun with the boys? sorry, it took so long." he didn't go into detail of the verbal slanging match he had over the phone with his father, not if he wanted to perform as he ached to. Nothing ruined his sex life faster than thinking of the bullshit between him and Ajax Marinos who everyone called Mad-dog. Pissy-dog was more than apt.

"I did. I haven't played video games in forever, I never lost the skill, you saw me, Rider?” face animated, “though, did you see me nail him?" she was giggling as he walked them along to his room, but all he heard was 'nail him' and his cock hardened further.

How much endurance was a man supposed to have when she said shit like that to make his cock come alive?

In a sequence of fluid moves, he pinned her to the door to his room, swallowing her gasp with his mouth, his hands moved languidly down her body, fitting them around her waist so she could absolutely feel what she did to him between her legs.

"Rider ... ohhh." he rubbed himself on her to cause that noise. He liked it.

"Hope you're ready for me, gonna devour you, Zara."

This was three years in the making. Wet dreams and his dick hard as granite as he'd tried to get that same high he'd had with her and failed, no woman matched to her and he was fast beginning to realize they were never meant to match, she was one of a kind.

His kind.

Hisgirl.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

"I never should have thrown heaven away. Missed three fuckin' years of this wet heat grabbin' at my cock. She's mine now, I'ma make sure of it" – Rider

Zara was pliant as a doll under his hands, her mouth opened eagerly to his a second after his breath had fanned her lips. Rider was hit with her sweetness, groaning deep in his throat, vibrating to his gut. The initial contact proved so potent, they both had to pause for a shuddering breath.

He was a selfish desperate bastard wanting to kiss her, touch her, taste her, feel how wet she was before she was ready to deal with his range of hunger for her. How long was acceptable to wait, five minutes (as he'd wanted to before fucking her into next week) five months, five years, forever? Rather than Zara pushing him away as expected, he got her sweet tongue in his mouth, hesitantly touching his.Oh, fuck. Slow down,he warned himself.

Not too fast, don't scare her.

In the three years since he'd last touched her this way he'd relived their one-nighter fuckfest more than once, more like hundreds of times, saw her in dreams until he woke with his cock hard in his hand pumping come all over his belly, had anticipated that same gut feeling when he fucked other women.

It never happened until right now, that burst of heat, the way his body was attuned to her every inhale, could feel her becoming soft for him, the base of her spine melting under his touch. He always loved a woman's body, how soft they became right before sex as if their body knew to anticipate all the hard coming their way.

But with Zara, fuck, his muscles tensed, coiled, she was in a class all on her own. Flawless, exotic and under him.

Now he wanted her soaked for him.

His cock punched against his zipper, angling his hips away, the last thing he wanted was to freak her out with the need boiling in him to just fuck her. In the back of his brain, behind the sex fog and the need to come like a pervert, he was mindful of what she'd been through, was still dealing with, Rider didn't assume this would be easy, but he wanted her and god, he hoped to fuck she wanted him just as badly.

Simple uncomplicated desire. She was driving him crazy.

Their mouths came together in the same intense fervor as if no time had passed at all and he was floored with erotic memories. One hand left her face to snake around to her nape, his lips pressed for her to open wider. If only he could get to them to bed, fucking miles away, he stood in the middle of the room, tasting her, now the slow could happen, the teasing, the enticing her into playing with him.

Slow down, dickhead.He urged himself.

Rider, drunk on her, didn't think, he just swooped down for the kill and savaged her mouth, making a conscious effort not to touch her anywhere else until she was ready for it, he would take his cues from her, though his fingers itched to slide down her body and cup a full breast, to bring the peak to a hard point with long slow sucks of his tongue.

Oh, Jesus. He was thirsty for the taste of her tits in his mouth.