Forever Zara: (novella 9.5) V. Theia (best classic literature TXT) 📖

name all over her. It was caveman-like the way he thought about her, and he gave no fucks about whether he was politically correct. Zara belonged to him. He belonged to her.

“Or,” she said, with humor to her sweet voice. “Rider Freeze.”

“Not even.” He pinched her butt, making her squeal, and then burrowed back into him. “You’re gonna have my name because you’re my old lady.”

“Possessive monster.” She tutted. After a minute, he thought she’d dropped off to sleep. Then she asked. “What will you do?”

Clarification for the conversation switch wasn’t needed.

“I’ll look into it, baby.” When she didn’t reply, he pulled her in tighter, putting as much love into his arms, pressing his mouth to her neck. “You’re safe. You know that, yeah? No one will ever hurt you again.”

“I know, honey. I hope it was my crazy imagination. I’d prefer that, you know?”

He wanted it to be a cautious imagination, but they were both trying to pretend. Rider vowed to give Zara anything she asked for, but he couldn’t fight the demons in her head. He could only be there when she needed him. But hunting down someone who shouldn’t exist? Yeah, that was something active Rider could do.

So into his musings, the breath swept out of him when Zara wriggled out of his arms and straddled his lap. Hands so fucking greedy went to her hips automatically. She was so tiny compared to him. He loved feeling her in his hands and under him. But looking up at her like this, not bad at all. His dick stirred, and Rider slaked out his tongue when he got an eyeful of her beautiful tits in the tight little tank top.

“I was promised something filthy.” She stated. Yeah, didn’t that make his cock jerk awake? Proud as fuck. He and his dick loved satisfying their old lady. Being inside Zara was the pleasure that didn’t quit. There was no chill with him when it came to his woman. “But I want something else first.”

“Oh, yeah?” He rasped, thick-like. It took little to strike a match to Rider’s arousal, stroking her hips, making her pliable as she listed forward, grinding herself back and forth. She better be soaked inside her panties, or this was gonna be over before he even got inside her.

“Have I told you how excited I am to become your wife?”

“A few times, yeah.” He grinned, getting off hearing it. Took her long enough to make it happen, even longer still for her and her mom to make this shindig come together. Rider would have dragged a priest to the hospital to make it legal.

“When I think about it, I get excited, Ambrosio.”

Oh, she was in a horny mood. His given name only came out of her when she wanted fucking. He squeezed her tighter to get her to move this along.

“And turned on,” she said, almost in a shy whisper.

His sweet girl. Wouldn’t think she’d screwed his brains out countless times. Still so innocent with dirty talk.

“Now I want to rip an orgasm from my soon-to-be-husband.”

The growl was torn out of Rider. “Do it then.”

A lesson he was forever learning was never to underestimate his woman. Because when he expected her to reach down and pull her panties aside so she could lead his cock inside her, she slid down his body, ass in the air, and she latched her hot, wet mouth around him.

Almost blowing the top of his skull apart.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned; his head was thrown back, neck tight as he went with her motion of sweet crown licks.

It was torture. Sweet fucking torture.

“Zara… don’t tease your man, suck all my cock.”

“Is that what you want? I might choke.” She dared ask him in a teasing tone, swiping a bead of pre-come from his tip while she tried to pump him through her hand.

She was a beautiful liar. She knew how to swallow every inch because he’d taught her how.

“You’re gonna get it,” he warned, and she laughed, vibrating the sound around his dick. The base of Rider’s spine heated. She could smile sweetly and have a climax boiling out of him at the same time. He adored this woman, even if she was killing him with her small sucks and testing flicks of her tongue. To better see her working him, he pushed himself up the bed with his back to the headboard. She mewled when his cock slipped free, and he watched her attack him again like a hungry puppy would a bone.

A grunt dragged from his throat.

Sweet hell. She was so goddamn good.

She loved praise. And when he gave it, dirty style, she gave him a deep, throat touching suck that nearly burst his balls open. But what he noticed was his dirty girl dry-humping air like she was so turned on by sucking his cock. Rider couldn’t have that, couldn’t leave her out. He reached through the leg of her panties and found her sopping wet. All but dripping out of her hole when he strummed his fingers there.

“Oh, god.” She whined with shock, popping him free of her mouth.

“Mouth, Icy.”

She latched on again.

Fingering her was a special kind of torment. Making her juicy and getting her worked up was right out of his filthy dreams, but he wanted more.

He pulled his hand free, sucked her honey from his fingers, and then grabbed her little ass. She squealed as he pulled her up, butt first.

“Rider… what on earth?” She giggled as he got her straddled over his lap, facing his cock, her ass in his face.

Rider’s mouth watered. Fuck yeah.

“Gimme your mouth again, baby. Gonna eat you too.”

He didn’t wait. Rider never stood on ceremony where his appetite was concerned. He didn’t even know which fucking knife and fork to