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.

     Consumed ball-breaking kisses, his fingers cupped her neck, angling it back so he could steal every last bit of sweetness on her tongue. When air was needed, he gave her it, his lips wet, he felt her breath feather rapidly on his mouth before he swooped down again to rob her of oxygen.

      Fuck breathing, he craved this.

      “Did you enjoy puttin’ on that show out there, Icy, liked makin’ me crazy, keepin’ me wait for this?” One hand left her neck, traveled along her back, she mewled and he continued over her hips and back up between them to close his palm covering one breast, squeezing gently.

      Zara detached her mouth from his to gasp, before her eyes drifted closed enjoying the sensations he was evoking. She hadn’t told him to stop, so he proceeded, grazing his hand first to one breast, then the other, playing close attention to her nipples.  A chaste groping over her shirt and yet Rider felt as though they were both completely naked, exposed.

      The demand inside Rider was violent, it swirled and pumped blood down to his dick. Their one lone night too fucking long ago had been explosive and over far too soon, he’d needed her ever since like a drunk would a bottle of Jim Beam, wanting her beneath him, sucking his dick down between her beautiful lips, doing everything nasty to her to hear her scream for him again, for a virgin she had learned fast and learned well how to suck his dick, humming as she did, she'd rocked his world and left him desolate afterwards.

      All this wasted time, he could damn well kill something for the nights and days not spent with Zara.

      All my fault.

     Drowning in her kiss, biting her lower lip, his fingers crept up into her hair as her body arched and pressed to his finally, he almost didn't recognize when he felt her hand on his chest pushing back even as she leaned into his mouth, seeking.

     “Asked you a question, baby…” Weighing her every reaction as he ran his thumb back and forth across her hard nipple, he leaned in and licked moisture from her lower lip, before sinking his teeth in, capture and release. Teasing her.

      “Yes, I liked your eyes all over me. I felt it, Rider. I liked it,” she panted, twitching her fingers around his waist, angling her head up for more of his mouth.

      They were both breathing hard.

      His eyes flared at her candor.  “Was it to drive me crazy, ‘cause you like me lookin’ at you?”

      “Yes. God. Rider.” Her moan came after he’d bent his dark head to kiss her nipple through her thin cotton tank shirt, she was so aroused, he could suck the hardened nub through two layers of material. Tiny bombs began to pop behind Rider’s eyes.

      Slow. Slow. Slow.

      Want. Want. Want.

      The moment he pushed his hips deep into hers, grinding his dick to all her softness, allowing her to feel what she did to him he saw panic close over her eyes and that was the blast of cold water he needed to get him to the same page she was at. His entire body shifted, though his hand remained, thumb stroking her fast beating pulse on her neck.

He could see how deeply she was internally analyzing.

     “Rider … I--- hold on a second … I-I--.”

      The alarm that was etched on her face about killed Rider. He caressed his thumbs to the holler of her cheeks, dropped a kiss on her lips, spoke gently against them. “It’s just you and me, Icy. No one here but us. Think only about us, right here, feel me touchin' you.”

      She made a sound of frustration. Letting her head drop, hair so blonde it was practically white falling between them in a waterfall.

     “Ughh! Arghhhh.”

      The circumstance of his balls turning blue notwithstanding Rider laughed a rich noise, sweeping her hair back from her face, making her look up at him.

      “You wanna try for a vowel now?”

      “I can’t --- I don’t know how ---- God fucking damn it! --- Ughhhh --- I can’t get past it, Rider. I feel defective. If I can’t do this with you. YOU of all people when I'm so wildly attracted to you, attracted to everything about you! Then I never will with anyone. Do you know how long it's been since I wanted you inside me, I want it, Rider, every damn day for years.”

     Resting her forehead on his chest, Rider could only hold her and absorb some of her frustration he felt shaking through her small body.

      Had he gone too fast too soon?

      One track minded, his mother didn't raise no fool, he zeroed in on one thing only, hands splayed to her back, touching her gently, hesitant to break their connection.

     “Listen to me, Icy, when I tell you; Then I never will with anyone is not gonna happen, you hearin’ me on that? No one else is ever gonna touch you but me. Just me. I will kill anyone else for layin’ a fuckin’ finger on what’s mine, even lookin’ at you with want in his bastard eyes he’s a dead man. Whether it’s now or a year from now. Just me. Let me see you’re understandin’ me on that.”

      Big wide eyes did look at him but she didn’t say a word for a long minute. And then. A small smile touched her lips. He adored that fucking smile because it said a lot of good shit that she hadn’t minded what he’d declared, basically pissing a circle around her to ward off other dirty bastards who dared to look at her.

      “I understand you’re a prehistoric dinosaur, a chest beating caveman, and about as old-fashioned as they come and only hears what he wants to hear.”

      Her smile said she was grateful for it.

      Rider smirked something dirty that passed through his blue eyes. “Yeah, I am. Ain’t got no apologies about it, baby. When you wanna fuck, you fuck me, no one else, got it? day or night, don’t care what’s’ happenin’ around us, you get your sweet ass to me and say you wanna be fucked.”

      Even as she was hit with absurd shyness, color staining her cheeks he saw something flicker in her eyes. His sweet unsure Icy, what all mental abuse had been done to her to have her this afraid of sharing her body with him again.

      As sexually inexperienced as she was that first time, he recalled, she’d been hesitant in how she’d touched him initially, he’d enjoyed guiding her fingers to wrap around his cock showing her how to pump him up and down to bring him close to the edge, she’d been a studious fuck, better than anyone he’d fucked before or since.

      Now she was a ghost of that hungry courageous woman.

      He finally got his tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth. Because as hard as he wanted to reintroduce her to the power of their chemistry sizzling between them, his dick had other ideas and wanted to take her hard and fast down on the floor like rutting animals. 

     "Just us, baby." He coaxed, voice filled with lust.

      He dropped a kiss to her lips, once, twice.

      When his mouth found hers deeply once more, she surprised the fuck outer him by biting his lower lip then licking it, one shudder went through her and hit him tight in the chest.

      She was shaking uncontrollably. And he knew his room wasn't cold.

     "Baby...“ He groaned, voice a thick husky noise, tortured by sexual need. “Don’t ever be fuckin’ scared of me.  Do fuckin’ not. If I do somethin’ you don’t like, just tell me and I stop.”             

      He growled nipping back on her top lip, liking how she swayed into him unbidden to whatever was going on inside her mind. “I won't do anything you don't want, get me? Your pace. Your needs.  This is at your speed, baby. Tell me what you want, how you need it."

      Even if his dick snapped off he wasn't going to hurry her. His fucking dick could chill the fuck out, his woman said when, and if when wasn't fucking now then so be it, her pale eyes wild and panicked conveyed she wasn’t so sure at all.

     Besides that, he felt a goddamn pussy second guessing himself whether she liked him or not.

      She’d stilled, turning frozen against him and he pulled back to gaze down at her. Both palms cupped her face.

     “Breathe, Zara. You’re turning blue. Fuckin’ take a breath right now.” He issued forcibly. She looked up at him as if his raised growl had snapped her back to the present, he watched color flood her cheeks, at last, her chest inflated.

      “I’m sorry. I … got a little dizzy.”

     “Nothing to be sorry for.” But one last bastard was going to be sorry real soon for terrifying his girl, stealing her goddamn light from inside her eyes. Rider continued to stroke her neck when she didn’t seem to shy from his touch, she tentatively licked her lips and his dick ached, eyes followed that pink little tongue wanting to suck it into his mouth again.

      Rider dropped his head, got in her face and brushed a soft kiss on her swollen lips. Told her again. "Your pace, baby. Do you want me to stop?"

      “No. No, don’t stop. I want this so much, I want you.  Just---” he thought she looked cute as fuck as her brow bunched together in deep concentration.

      Here they were making out in his room like teenagers afraid to go to second base, his cock raging hard and his girl doing too much thinking. His brothers would think him crazy to work this hard to get Zara into his bed when there was free pussy available for the president with a click of his fingers. He wanted only one pussy; hers.

       “I just don’t want to disappoint you.” she rushed out. Embarrassment clouding her eyes.

      Rider blinked. Did his own frowning. Was she insane? He was a teenager with a rager to get inside her.  “Never gonna happen, baby. If you can’t feel already, I couldn’t get any harder, or turned on, I'm ready to blow like a goddamn rocket just from kissin' you.  I fuckin’ want you any way I can have you. But this is your show, so let me worry about me, okay? and tell me what you want.”

      She inhaled. Paused. Stared up at him through her lashes. She was so fucking sweet she gave him a cavity. Any damn wonder Rider wanted to gulp her down, one dirty slurp at a time.

      “I kinda ... Perhaps I could … would like ...“ Fuck, she was going to kill him all this hesitating. Say it, baby. Say you want me. He held her at the small of her back, fingers splayed against her ass, keeping her against his hardness, letting her get used to that feeling. “I want to touch you just like this.” And then she popped her hips crashing them into his and Rider saw fucking stars as she hit his pelvis.

      His entire body convulsed losing blood from his brain when it raced down to his dick.

      Her sincere answer appeared to calm him somewhat after a long minute of him trying to stop himself from coming in his pants, he breathed and focused his sex-starved brain.

      “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. You wanna do some grindin’ on me first, test me out, see how you like it again? Fuck yeah, you go for it. Drive me fuckin’ crazy with that sweet pussy."

 To help her out, ‘cause he was a swell guy like that, selfless even, he picked Zara up and plastered her to the nearest wall over by the bathroom door, whatever was going on in the common room outside the door he couldn’t give a fuck about, he was all about Zara, and showing her what shit was done to her didn’t define who she was now and what pleasure she could still feel if she could allow herself to.

      Swiftly it was paramount that he help her to feel again, he wanted her screaming his name, sure, he liked hearing his name breathlessly in her mouth, sexy as hell and he remembered the sound well, but to have her coming apart for him, he wanted that more. 

      Rider helped her legs go around him, all the while telling her it was okay in a low voice, reiterating this was her pace and he’d stop any time she wanted. “I mean it, baby.” oh fuck, she started shoving her hips into his. “Even if I’m planted balls deep in you, as far as my dick can reach inside all that wet honey and you tell me to stop, I’ma stop. Okay?”

      “I got it, Rider. I like how you feel. Big. Hard. So, so nice. God, so hard. I like it. I feel all of you.” she made a Mmmm noise from the back of her throat, Rider swore he almost came.                 

     Keeping her moving against his erection with intensifying friction, if this was how she needed it, to feel comfortable with him, by fuck Rider would endure the agony of her sweet body rocking out against his.

     Though it was torture, real agony.

      His teeth mashed together hard enough to crack, his throat gurgled grunts of pleasure, fingers tightened on her hips.

      Oh, Christ yeah. Ride me, baby.

      If her breathy moans were a gauge, then she liked dry humping him. His sweet girl had dirty in her, she just needed to find it again.

      It was going to kill Rider, but who cared if Zara liked it, he'd die right fucking here.

     "Don't stop, baby, you like that? I can smell your arousal, you like it." Encouraging her, his palm slid from hip to the front of her jeans, popping a button free. "Just this, keep going. Grind as hard as you need."

      His dick grew harder, threatened to blow right there, for god's sake, don't you fucking dare come yet..when he lowered the zipper, she emitted a strangled sound of arousal and panic, he pressed more kisses to her lips, licking the seam for her to open, her hips never stopped their suggestive movement, and with that he slid a hand around to her ass, the waist of her jeans baggy now they were gaping open, he was easily able to push a hand down into the back of them to palm both full cheeks, fingers spread apart to cover the area nicely.

     "That's my good girl. Shit, you feel so fuckin' good, Zara. You might be the first woman to get me off just by grindin' your gorgeous pussy on me."

      The grin was in his thick spoken words, each one dropped with a grunt upon her lips. When he abruptly ceased his calculated torture, Zara protested seeking out his mouth, laughing right there, he tasted the moan. She liked torturing him, he knew it.

      Good girls do bad things, he decided. Just with me. He insisted silently. It was a claim he'd make sure she stuck to.

      They ended up on the narrow twin bed, tongues in each other's mouths, Rider’s palms squeezing hell outer her ass as she rode his lap. She tasted like smooth caramel as though she’d recently had hard candy in her mouth, but the sweetness was all uniquely her, the flavor of her made him crazy, long slow sweeps over her tongue, he tempted her to get a little dirty with his mouth.

      Laid on their sides, to begin with, the bed didn’t allow for much room other than domino's, but it meant he had Zara plastered against him and Rider wasn’t ever gonna complain about that, he’d rolled her on top of him for a tighter fit.

      She felt like heaven.

      Her scent of soap and sultry skin turning him on hard, she found her spot, settled down into him, and was softly grinding out, sucking on his tongue.

      If she’d been hesitant at first, he let her decide what she wanted to do, and she soon gained confidence in that control, taking his mouth, kissing him deeply, if this was all they did, then he had beauty on top of him dry fucking herself on his rock-hard dick, it was a satisfaction he'd never felt before.

     Stroking one or five out later in the shower was gonna have to happen or else he wouldn’t be able to walk upright. As it was it took all his willpower not to roll her over, prowl up her body, split her thighs and bury himself into what would undoubtedly be the best fucking fuck of his life.

      Rider ground his back teeth, helping her move in short sharp jerks using his hands on her ass.

     “Sweet fiery hell, Icy, you need to…”

      He was about to lose his fucking mind if she didn’t -------

     “Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiider!”  her hips went frantic pumping faster. He’d never heard a sexier sound than when Zara came.

      Her gasp was guttural and out of this world.

      “Get it. Keep goin’, don’t fuckin’ stop, that’s it. I can feel it shakin’ you, so fuckin’ sexy, grind your orgasm out on me, I want your panties soaked through, use me, fuckin’ use me,” his eyes darkened listening to her choppy breathing as she came down, her body eventually stopping its frantic motion.

      He was in complete sexual agony and ecstasy all at once.

      She’d gone over for him crying his name. His fucking name.

      He mentally beat his chest. Tarzan motherfucker.

      A sudden rippling recognition that moved through him on a hot frequency that shook him. She'd come for him, for her. Jesus, yeah, he'd seen a lot of woman coming, some loud, some quiet, some weird as fuck, Zara right then would forever be etched in his mind as being the jewel of all orgasms, to see it surprising her, to knock her down.

     Beautiful.

     “Rider…“ lifting her head, Zara’s eyes were glazed as hell, filled with what she’d just experienced. Rider smirked smugly. She tried to move off him, his palm flat to her butt kept her exactly where she was. “I didn’t think I. Wow.”

      He claimed that wow as his own.

      She let go of a breath pushing hair off her forehead, a soft glow to her face, she looked beautiful. Orgasm soft. “I didn’t think I could anymore. Thank you, Rider.” He didn’t get out a word before she suddenly asked. “Rider? Is that your name or biker name?”

      How could she coherently talk when he was still trying to untangle his tongue from the back of his throat? He ached to slid his hand down into her jeans, feel how wet her orgasm had made her, to stroke her to a fresh one. This was her show, he reprimanded. Even if she had turned his brain to molten lava with not one clean thought in there.

      Rider was already dirty. Zara made him dirtier.

      “Road name. I’ve been called it since I was fourteen. Only my mom calls me Ambrosio anymore. Thank my Greek grandfather for that.” He watched her eyes flicker into focus and her pink lips rounded to a silent O. What was the Icy girl thinking now? he questioned silently to himself. He smiled, kissed her once, twice, felt her body relax into his. See the good a fucking orgasm can do a person. If only he was so goddamn relaxed, with his body wound tight and his dick threatening to cut off all blood supply to the rest of his body. “Is that what you wanna call me, baby?” he asked and she blushed with a nod.

      God, he liked that.

      Her chest rose and fell quickly with stuttered breaths. “I do. It kind of suits you somehow, the other side to the big bad biker man.”

      Every time she called him that Rider snorted amused.

      His arrogance clearly knew no bounds because he liked the title.

      Now to get her to admit he was her big bad biker man.

      “And now. Do you think, maybe ...“ when she got shy like she was right now dipping her eyes away from him it just made Rider want to fuck some dirty into her. “That we could do some more of this?”

      Fuck yes! All of it, baby. Rider hissed a noise of approval, so eager he almost mounted her right there and rutted for a while. It wasn't often the Renegade Soul's president was taken off-kilter, completely knocked off his feet, this sweet girl was a leveler for him, she had sneaked under his guard a long time ago and she was still there, nestled claiming her place and she didn't even know it.

     “Only, Rider. I think, maybe, without clothes this time … and----- “

     “Yeah, we can do that, baby.” Rider’s dick answered for him, jerking in his pants even as he growled heatedly, rolling them over so he got her beneath him. Already in his mind, he was ten steps ahead getting to the good to the wet to the screaming.

      Slow. Taking it fucking steady.

     “Remember what I said? You tell me to stop anytime you want.” Zara was breathing all out of sync and he liked to think she was excited and not terrified to have a man on top of her. He started as he meant to go on, by getting her fucking naked in record time. Jeans slid down her legs, the shirt yanked off over her head. Underwear came next and when he groaned, grinding the heel of his hand against his crotch, he was so in danger of coming before he got his dick anywhere near her. “This what you want, baby, for me to make you feel good again? I'm dyin' to feel you tight around me with all that creamy heaven.  Tell me. Lemme hear you say the dirty words.” He sat up on his knees, looking down at her sprawled on his bed, like the sacrificial naked lamb.

      God, she was a sight making his insides clench.

      Lust blazed between them.

      If his club burnt around him to the ground right then and there, he was gonna go out fucking his way to hell. He’d meet Lucifer himself after having an almighty climax between her creamy thighs. Safe to say save for a natural disaster nothing was stopping Rider.

      “Baby. Lemme hear the words so I know you want this.”

      “You talk too much.” she blushed for the way he was raking his eyes over her. He didn’t stop, not until she told him, all he would do was eyefuck her and he’d make it damn good until she was twitchy to have him fuck her.

      He reached into his jeans, grasping himself tightly, pumping into his own fist, the pleasure made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

     “Dammit … say it. Say you need me to fuck you. Tell me to slam inside you, to feel how wet I’ve made you, that you can't stand another minute that my cock is not inside you. I can fuckin’ see you’re soaked for me, Icy, your thighs are glistenin’ with your own juices. You’re gonna come so hard against my tongue … So creamy wet ain'tcha? I need inside you so bad. I want to slide in deep, baby, as deep as you can take me. Fuckin’ say it...” his voice sounded strained to his own ears, she had two seconds before he coated his damn walls.

      Rider was desperate for her.

      When her breathing hitched, and her eyes came to his, he felt his hunger roar like an animal, knowing what she was going to say. Say it, baby, don’t be afraid of us.

      A little huff and blush. “As I said, you talk too damn much, Rider, my god, a chatterbox biker man.“ She smiled, though her eyes were all on what his hand was doing, watching the up and the downward self-stroke. Her groan was frustration itself and a kick to his system, damn near no one had him this wound before.  “Fuck me already. But …“ she held a hand out warding him off before he could pin her to the bed and get his happy-as-fuck cock into her. His eyes narrowed to slits in warning as she carried on.

      “If I’m no good at it, don’t blame me, I tried to warn you, you can still back out and grab one of the groupies who pant for you,” so unsure again, it calmed the beast within. 

      He let his cock go, so he could lean his entire body over Zara’s, making room in the cradle of her thighs, until he was touching her nose with his, a cautious growl to his throat.

      “It’s you I want. I just made you come hard, Icy. Don’t ever think you’re no good, fuckin’ ever again. It was the best orgasm I never had. Now I’m going to have you…”

      He heard rather than saw her breath exhale. So brave was his girl, poised with wide eyes waiting for him to take her and be disappointed. Not likely.  He shared a sweet kiss with her, soft sharing of lips, opening and tasting.

      “Have me then. I’ll have you, too…”

      He was already hers, she just didn't know it.

 

      For more than an hour Rider had given Zara his all. His tongue was strung out aching from the amount of licking he'd done between her thighs; he'd tasted so many of her orgasms he was positive he could pick the right one out of a line up in the dark. Because he knew she needed to feel in control he'd let her explore his body again, her hand going to his cock, she'd got him off in three embarrassing strokes, she'd giggled and told him Oops His girl said fucking oops, she tipped her sweet meter.

      And when it came to finally … fucking finally ... to slide home, he let her take his cock to her entrance, teeth crammed together, she took her sweet time rubbing him on her clit until he thought he was in serious danger of having a brain aneurysm.

     "Goddamn ... you gotta give me it right, Zara ... all the way, you wanna take all of me? let me push in some more … fuccckkk ... more, baby. That's right ... open wider for your man."              

      One hard plunge and Rider, as his namesake foretold, rode all the way inside every goddamn last inch, wall-to-tight-wall until he bottomed out with no room to spare.

      Oh fuck ... he was going to lose it ... count wolves ... recite football scores from 1968. Think of a brother with his dick out. Fuck no, he'd lose his erection if he put that in his head.

      His eyes dropped to her mouth, so lovely pink and pouty, and he dipped his head slowly. Greedy lips traced over hers before his tongue dipped inside, all wet and leisurely, to sample her mouth as if seeking the answer to a question he hadn't spoken.

      Everything became clear. So clear, he was dense to not have seen it sooner.

      She belonged to him.

      He put his hand against her sternum, caressing her breasts, feeling her fast inhales, slower exhales, her eyes never leaving his. Good. Rider wanted to make sure she was focused when he said this next part. Because he'd never said anything more meaningful, truthful or fucking scary before in his life.

      "You're everythin' I want, Icy. Believe it, you're it for me, for the long haul, my old lady, want you on the back of my bike squeezin' me with your legs, holdin' my waist, I wanna fuck you every night, make you feel good, have you screamin' my name, wanna see that smile and know it's just for me ‘cause I make you happy. I want every last thing from you and to give you more back, you and me every day. Need you to know this goin’ in, where my heads at. It’s you.  But, baby ..." he slipped out and pushed back in causing her to moan and undulate. "I need to fuck you hard right now more than I need to breathe, harder than I ever gave it. I gotta take you and take you until I'm dry.  You ready for that?" Zara's gasp made Rider smirk as he settled further between her thighs.

      She was a wet glove and he was losing his mind by not moving.

      She gave a groaned nod. Sweat beading on her forehead, eyes glassy and beautiful.

      "You feel so good. I feel you everywhere. Oh god, Ambrosio, please, it aches, please move."

      She was so much smaller than he was, but they were a perfect fit, her pussy was made to take his cock, her hips bucking up trying to drive him deep, Rider groaned against her mouth, licking sin into her, she was sweet whereas he was bad, but together... oh fuck, it was as good as his perverted memory remembered, better even, because now he wasn't only fucking Zara with his body, he was using everything he had, whispering dirty words of encouragement as skin slapped together. He would have liked to think he had some rhythm to how he took her, but it was all vicious need clawing at him, the moment he got her under him it had been game over.

      He just wanted in … and in and in … so he fucked her until she screamed his name, his true given name, the sound bounced off the ceiling, and he went on, taking the woman of his dreams, his old lady.

      And when Rider came, it hit him like a missile, he wished he spilled his come inside her instead of the condom, he wanted to soak her with their sex. soon, fucking soon he'd go at her dick-bare and feel every spasm of her pussy. Until then, he arched into her, giving one last long powerful thrust.

      The best ever.

      Tears were already filling her eyes when his head finally lifted feeling a hundred pounds sated and heavy. “Baby...” he groaned, his voice hoarser than expected. “Are these ‘you did me really good, Rider’ tears?”

      He kissed her. Angling his head to take it deeper, he’d fucked her for hours and still he felt the hunger low in his belly.

      She kissed him just as madly, her lips open and accepting his tongue, both moaned. His tongue flicked into her mouth, a sly flexing, loving how she was tearing at his hair as if desperate for more, as well. When they parted, he dropped a last kiss to her nose, pulling from her body so he could dump the condom.

     She was still where he left her when he came back. Should he worry she hadn’t answered? He took a seat on the side of the bed, cupped her cheek, tears still glistened her eyelashes, tiny sexy diamonds, but he saw a small smile dancing on her lips.

      Orgasms and a smile, good sign, he thought. “Gonna answer now?”

      “Good tears, Rider. Relieved tears. Thankful tears. I just had amazing sex with this hot bad biker man tears. I think my vagina might be broken tears. I feel like I should send you a gift basket or something, do you like fruit?“

      Rider burst out laughing, reaching down his hand palmed between her legs, causing her to moan when he ground the heel against her swollen overused clit.

      “Hmm. Don’t think it’s broken, Icy. In fact, it feels real happy to see me again. So pink and open for me.” And just like that Rider slid his middle finger through her sore wet folds, curled inwards and let it sink and sink until he found that spot that turned her wild and panting.

      “Oh, my god, Ambrosio. What are you doing to me? I can’t. Not again. I’m tapped out.” One stroke and she jerked upwards … seeking more.

      “Now, sweet girl...” He laughed throatily, angling his finger to the perfect spot, dragging it over a ridge nestled inside her walls. “lemme me show you what a liar you are...”

      It took precisely three minutes of finger fucking to send Zara over that edge again.

      And another five and a fresh hastily donned condom to push Rider there with her.