Throttle Me (Men of Inked, #1)(40)

I dipped my tongue into her wetness and swallowed her arousal. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of her taste. I wanted to hear her scream and couldn’t wait any longer. I licked upward, capturing the last drops from her * as I sucked her clit hard.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, pulling my face harder against her body. Writhing under my touch, pushing two fingers inside her, her body stilled. Her * clenched against my fingers as I thrust them inside her. Her body arched and she griped the sheets as she moaned. Moving my palm against her skin, I placed my fingertips on her nipple. Pinching it, my grip pulsated against her stiff peak and it tipped her over the edge. She lifted her head, and her body grew rigid as her breathing became erratic and shaky.

I stared at her face, watching her fall into oblivion, overcome by the orgasm gripping her body. She dropped her head on the pillow as her eyes opened, sucking in a shuttering breath. Listening to her ragged breaths, I grabbed the condom from my back pocket before standing and removing my clothing.

The look on her face was one of a predator staring at their prey. I stroked my cock and stared at her body, waiting to be filled. Her mouth opened as she stared at my hand as I stroked it with a firm grip, catching the piercing as I touched the tip.

“You want me inside you, sugar?” I asked in a slow deep tone as I stood at the foot of the bed stroking myself.

“Well,” she said, caressing her skin and licking her lips. “I mean, your fingers are magic and your mouth is divine…”

I held up my free hand. “Shhh, sugar. No more talking. The only sound I want to hear is you screaming my name as you come on my dick.”

“Oh,” she said her eyes still glued to my shaft like she’d never seen it before. She was so easy to fluster. Tearing the condom wrapper open with my teeth, I rolled it over my aching member. I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside her luscious cunt and seek my release.

I moved up her body and nestled between her legs. “For the first time I’m taking you as mine.” I laid my palm against her *, cupping it as I gripped it in its entirety. “No one else gets to touch you understand, Suzette?” I asked with my lips against hers.

“Yes, Joseph. It’s yours and only yours,” she said staring in my eyes.

I kissed her and claimed her body as mine, f*cking her with passion before spilling my seed inside of her. I took her slow and gentle, showing her body the attention it deserved and worshipped her in a way she’d never experienced before collapsing on the mattress.

I stretched out in bed and stared at the ceiling as she went to get ready for bed. She walked out of the bathroom in a t-shirt but I wanted to feel her skin against mine as we slept. “No clothes.”

“What do you mean?” she asked as she touched the edge of the mattress.

“When you sleep in bed with me, I don’t want you wearing clothes. They’re a barrier I don’t want to deal with – I want all of you whenever I want you, even in the middle of the night.” I patted the mattress.

“Underwear?” she smiled and lifted the shirt.

“No underwear either. Strip and get your fine ass in this bed.” She didn’t move, but looked at me with a silly smile. “Do it,” I said eyeing her.

“But.”

“No, buts, sugar. I’ve seen every inch of your body, even that beautiful little * of yours. That’ll be mine someday too.”


Her smile faded, but her eyes twinkled as she stepped out of her panties and threw her nightshirt on the floor. She curled against my body and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Hand, sugar.”

She placed her hand on my chest, not forgetting where I put it the first night we spent together. My heartbeat thudded below her palm as I rested my hand on top of hers. I placed my lips against her forehead. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”

“Night, Joey,” she said as she yawned. Her breathing changed quickly as she drifted to sleep.

I listened to her tiny breaths as she slept beside me, wrapped in my arms, and curled into my body. I held her hand against my chest and felt her fingertips rub my skin. I felt my eyes grow heavy as I rubbed her hand and tangled my fingers in her hair.





I felt someone staring at me as I opened my eyes in the darkness. “You awake?” she whispered.

“I am now,” I said moving my fingers in her hair. “What’s wrong, sugar?”

“I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to wake you, but I…” Her words cut off.

“What’s bothering that pretty little head of yours?” I moved my fingers out of her hair and rubbed the soft skin of her arms, thrumming my fingers back and forth rhythmically.

“I’m just scared,” she whispered.

“Of me?” I moved my head away to see her face barely lit by moonlight cascading through the blinds.

“Not really.” She rubbed my chest. “I’ve had boyfriends, but only a couple. I’ve never felt about them the way I feel about you, Joey. It scares the piss out of me.”

“How did you feel about them?” I asked, more curious about how she felt about me than the previous men in my shoes.

“They were nice, but I didn’t get butterflies every time I saw them. We’d go days without talking and I was fine with that, but with you I’m always checking my phone for a message. I’m feeling needy with you, Joey, and I don’t like it.”