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Prologue
“Fuck, yes! Ride my dick,” the blond sex god groans from beneath me. Fuck, I love the sound of his gruff voice egging me on. Picking up the pace, I grind my hips in circles as my core fills with a warmth I know all too well. My head falls back and I squeeze my eyes closed while the overpowering sensation crashes over me.
I’m dragged from my lust-filled stupor when a hand demandingly grabs hold of my hip, snapping me back to reality. My eyes spring open, locking onto his stormy, hungry gaze.
“Look at me while you ride me,” he growls. His tone says it all. He wants to remind me that even though I’m on top, commanding the movements, he’s the one in charge.
Dominant. Controlling. Confident.
I like it—crave it, actually. Judging by his joking, carefree personality at Gypsy’s Bar, I was expecting the same in the bedroom. But I've gotta say, I like the mixture.
I’m hypnotized by his gorgeous, chiseled face. His steel eyes suck me into their vortex, but those perfect cheekbones and sharp jaw I’d volunteer to cut myself on make me want to stay trapped here forever.
With every circle of my hips, his lips twitch and his brows scrunch, like he’s trying to hold on as long as he can, but I can tell he’s getting close.
Gliding my hands up his tattooed abs, I feel every deep crevice against my skin. I stop when my fingertips brush over the cold metal bars going through his nipples. A deep-throated moan escapes him as his eyes flare with pure need. He’s into nipple play. He’s hot, a good fuck, and into more than just boring vanilla shit. This keeps getting better and better.
Pushing his limits more, I slip the little balls on the end of the piercing between my fingers and give them a twist. “Fuck,” he grunts, his jaw locked so tight it might get stuck that way. “You have no idea what that fucking does to me. If you want my cock longer than thirty seconds, you better stop.” As I turn the metal a little more, his hips buck up, causing me to lose my balance and fall forward onto his chest.
Grabbing my hips, he abruptly flips us over, putting him on top. His cock slips out of me, ripping a pathetic whimper from me at the loss. Looking up at him, I admire his sweaty body glistening in the dim lights of my room. Can’t say I hate the sight. He rolls me on my side, straddling my bottom leg while he brings the other to his shoulder, tightly gripping my thigh. Without any warning, a scream is forced from my throat when he slams his thick cock back inside me.
This angle is fucking earth-shattering.
“Holy shit. I didn’t think you could get any deeper,” I pant in sync with his aggressive thrusts.
He doesn’t say anything, just chuckles and picks up the pace. How can it feel so fucking sensual and like he’s stabbing all of my organs at the same time? The warmth that consumed me earlier is now an intense throb, begging to explode.
“Harder,” I moan, and he wastes no time doing as I say. Snaking his hand down my thigh, he doesn’t stop until his fingers meet my tingling clit. My hips buck at the gentle touch. He hasn’t even moved against the sensitive bud yet—that’s how wound up I am from him working my body like he was born for this.
This is exactly what I needed.
His thumb circles my clit once, once, and I’m detonating around his cock like a bomb. My head is foggy, my body tightens, and my eyes clench shut. An earthquake of a release is racking my body down to the core. This is the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. A string of curses escapes me, while my walls grip around his thick length, threatening to never let go, holding him captive for the rest of our lives. I’d probably be screaming out his name if I knew it, but it’s a little too late for that.
“Fuck, that tight pussy is greedy,” this hot, tattooed stranger moans. When my head clears a little, my lips pull up in a slight smirk.
She really is a greedy bitch.
Wanting to give this man the orgasm he deserves for making me come that hard, I grind my hips, creating more friction while he pumps in and out of me. It doesn’t take much longer for him to find his release, which shreds its way through his toned body. In only a few minutes, his pace slows, his eyes closing as he embraces the ecstasy coursing through him. Reaching out, I grip one of his nipple piercings and give it a hard twist. His eyes pop open while a strangled cry leaves his lips.
“Look at me while you’re fucking me,” I say, giving back what he dished out earlier.
The bright smile that comes across his face is fucking breathtaking. I can’t help but admire the way his eyes light up or how his nose crinkles and those sexy dimples pop out. The deep, raspy laugh that leaves him is enough to make me come again. Fuck me, this guy is addictive.
After thrusting into me one last time, he stops. His cock twitches deep inside me, rubbing against my thin walls. Based on his heavy breathing, his orgasm was just as fucking mind-blowing as mine.
We stay like this for who knows how long, getting lost in each other’s eyes. I’m entranced by them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes this specific color. They’re like a piece of metal sprinkled with dark blue tones; I swear I’m staring straight into a thunderstorm that’s holding me captive.
He finally rolls his large body off me, falling back onto my lilac comforter in exhaustion. Tugging the condom off, he tosses it in the trash can beside my bed. I can’t help but run my eyes down his body, drinking in all the sexy features from his pierced nipples to his chiseled abs and thick cock. Even though it’s only at half mast now, it still looks intimidatingly big.
His tattoos and piercings say West Side, but his clothes, custom Jeep, and his swagger scream East Side rich boy. He must not be too stuck up for an East Side boy, if he’s willing to slum it in my run-down apartment on the bad side of the city for a night of rough and dirty sex.
I made a good choice.
I didn’t go to Gypsy’s tonight looking for someone to take home, but that’s how it usually ends up for me. The handsome man beside me at the bar was the lucky winner tonight. I know people would think I’m a whore if they knew about my frequent sexcapades, but what I do in my free time is none of their business. I love sex and there’s nothing wrong with that. Anyone who shames a person for expressing sexual freedom can shove it up their asses. Maybe one of these days, I’ll actually make a meaningful connection and want them to stick around.
“Anyone ever told you that you’re the queen of riding dick? Like, fuck... I think you were made for it.” His voice pulls me from my thoughts.
I can’t help but laugh, considering what was just going through my head. “Something like that.”
