Throttle Me (Men of Inked, #1)(69)

Her legs tightened around my head, as her breathing grew shallow. Her thighs began to tremble underneath my grip. I sucked harder, flicking her clit with my tongue to drive her over the edge. Her hands fisted my hair as she pushed my face deeper and I growled relishing in the prickling sensation of her tugging my scalp.

“Oh, f*ck. City,” she screamed as I sucked harder, drawing her entirely in my mouth. Her body twitched and she shook under my tongue as she came on my face. I could never get enough of her. She gasped for air, swallowing with wide eyes as she looked down at me. The grip on my scalp lightened as she grew limp and her back collapsed against the wall. Her nightie had slipped off her shoulder, exposing her breast and the small silver hoop that I’d been dying to touch, but couldn’t.

Adjusting my dick as I stood, I kissed her lips, sucking the last bit of air she had into my mouth. “I’ll never get enough of you, sugar.” Our tongues tangled, her juice mixing with her saliva. She drove me wild. The feel of her small hands on my shoulders, gripping toughly, her nails dug into my flesh and made me rock f*cking hard.

“More,” she whispered against my lips.

“Insatiable.” I pulled her body forward as I opened the top drawer, pulling out a condom.

I f*cked her hard and fast. The wooden dresser slammed against the wall, thumping with each thrust. I prayed it didn’t collapse from the abuse. Her legs rested on my shoulders as I gripped her ankles, pumping inside her. Each thrust forced a moan from her lips. My balls tightened as her * clamped down on my shaft. Her eyes drifted closed as I tipped over the edge, spiraling into an orgasm so intense my legs almost gave out.

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Her eyes fluttered open and her cheeks were redder from the second orgasm. “That’s how to start a day.”

“Promise.” She smiled at me, running her hands down my bare chest.

“I’d f*ck you all day, but we wouldn’t get much accomplished, sugar. You’re * is f*cking addictive.”

“Ha, your cock isn’t so bad either.”

“You know what your dirty mouth does to me.”

“No, we have too much to do, big boy.” She pushed against my chest before hopping off the dresser.

I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back to me. “I’m not done with you yet, sugar. I own your ass,” I whispered in her ear.

“I love you,” she said, as her eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth.

“What did you say?” I tried not to smile but the corner of my mouth twitched unable to hold back my happiness. As her hand fell from her lips, I gathered her face in my hands to look her in the eyes.


“I love you, Joey.”

“Sugar, I love you more than I thought I could ever love another woman. I’ve wanted to say those words to you, but I didn’t want you to freak the f*ck out.”

“I do, City. I love you for everything you are. You’re everything I wanted and the only one I think about. You’ve invaded my heart and I can’t go another day without saying the words to you.”

“Say it again,” I said as I brushed my lips against her mouth.

“I love you.” The whisper of her words on my lips warmed my body and sent a shock through my system.





Christmas Blessings



The transition of having someone live with me again had been easier than I thought. After Sophia and Kayden moved out, I didn’t think I would ever allow someone else to live with me. Not because they were such a problem, but because I didn’t think I’d find I could get along with. I know I’m not the easiest person in the world and it’s a fact that I always accepted. We talked about moving into a bigger place, but I didn’t think we could afford it. My place was perfectly adequate.

It had only been a couple of weeks, but it had been wonderful. My house was small, but everything seemed to fit okay with some adjustment on both our part. I was thankful that it was Christmas break and that I’d get to spend the holidays with City and his family. My parents decided to go on a Caribbean cruise and leave me behind this year and my sister had her fiancé’s family to be with. If it weren’t for City and the Gallo family, I’d be the third wheel at Sophia’s apartment.

City had spent the morning making a special breakfast for us before heading to his parent’s house. He told me that his mother always made Panettone French toast every Christmas and he wanted to treat me to his mother’s recipe. It had been the best Christmas morning since my childhood.

I still hadn’t mastered cooking and stuck with the few dishes I could make edible. His mother had shown me some of her techniques and made notecards for me to follow, but it was useless. She would say, “No worries, love, you’ll get the hang of it. It just takes practice.” It was nice of her, but I knew, either you had it or you didn’t – I clearly didn’t.

“Ready to go, sugar?” City asked from the bathroom doorway as I finished applying my lipstick. He looked handsome in a black pair of jeans and tight grey sweater. I wanted to unwrap him like a present.

“Just about, Joey. Do I look alright?” I turned to face him and watched as his eyes traveled up the length of my body before he stared into my eyes.

“Always beautiful.” He grabbed my face and kissed my lips and the familiar want filled my body. I didn’t know if I’d ever lose that feeling with him. I hoped I never did. “No time for what you’re thinking, sugar. We can’t be late today.”