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    Throttle Me(Men of Inked #1) by Chelle Bliss
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    I could feel his hot breathe on my lips and I smelled his scent. “I’m gonna f**k you, right here, right now. Yes or no?” Omg, omg, omg, yes, yes, yes!

    I swallowed hard and nodded my head before I leaned forward.

    “Words, Suzy. Now the answer needs to be ‘yes, f**k me, City’ or ‘no, I don’t want to.’” How would I ever say no to this man? I thought about the possibility of never seeing him again and I wanted one last shot at him.

    “Yes, f**k me, City,” I whispered against his lips.

    His mouth crushed mine and I could taste the coffee and sugar on his tongue. I could only hear our breath as the world around us fell away. His hands trailed up my thighs and cupped my ass. Fuck, this man is pure sin and I wanted to be his minion.

    He broke the kiss and looked in my eyes. I could hear his breathing fast and hard. “Hands on the counter,” he said with a commanding tone. Yes, sir. Gladly.

    I turned my back to him and placed my palms on the edge. He pushed down on my back and lifted my hips. I rested my head on the cold tile and waited. Looking behind me, I watched as he pulled down his pants before palming his shaft. I heard a crinkling noise coming from his pocket. He planned this – he had a condom ready to go. Lord, help me with this man. Could I resist him?

    I started to stand up when I heard “Back down, sugar.” I closed my eyes and followed his command. I felt him stroke my opening and I sighed. When did I turn into a big ole pile of mush with a guy? He slid inside of me easily; I was slick and ready for him.

    He grabbed my hips, holding me tightly as his hardness worked like a machine inside of me. I gripped the counter and my fingers began to tingle from my death grip. He felt amazing, caressing my insides with the metal piercing. My muscles ached as I stood on my tiptoes. He pounded into me, the sound of our skin slapping against each other filling the air, his grunts ringing in my ears. His grip intensified and became almost painful.

    “Fuck, your pu**y is so damn tight,” he growled.

    “I love your cock,” I moaned. That just slipped out – like it was something I said every day.

    “I love being buried in your sweet pu**y, sugar.”

    All the dirty words and the feeling of him stroking my depths pushed me over the edge. My body began to shake and I moaned, “City.”

    I heard a loud crack and my ass began to sting. Did he just slap my ass? The pain began to radiate throughout my body and made my orgasm grow and build. My grip began to slip as my insides clenched against his length. Crack. Fucking hell.

    “Fuck,” he yelled as his stroke became more intense and erratic. I could feel him grow harder inside me as he slammed me against the counter. He rested his head against my back as we both stood there immobile for a moment.

    “You got me all kinds of crazy, Suzy,” he said through heavy breath.

    “Makes two of us.” I was thankful the tile was cold. My body was covered in moisture and my skin was hot from the pounding I had just taken. He pulled out and I instantly felt the loss of him. I waited for my feet to uncramp before trying to stagger to a chair. He removed the condom with a quick snap and tossed it in the trash. I swayed to my seat, thankful that it was only a few steps away. He adjusted himself inside his pants and walked to the stove with a devilish grin on his face.

    “Pancake?” His blue eyes stared into mine as he held the pan up asking permission to slip it on my plate.

    I forgot how hungry I felt when I walked in. How did the man just f**k me like a maniac and now he’s cooking like Guy Fieri?

    “Yes. I never met a meal I didn’t like.” I silently prayed to God the jitters that filled my stomach would subside long enough to eat the giant meal he’d prepared.

    “I love hearing shit like that. My sister is so f**king picky it makes me bat shit crazy.”

    I buttered my pancake and watched him out of the corner of my eye as he grabbed the pan of eggs off the stove. An awkward silence filled the room as I looked at my plate. He just had his c**k in me as the food sat on the stove and now what? I wanted to keep the conversation flowing and figured I’d follow his lead.

    “Just one sister?” I asked.

    “Just the one, but I have three brothers too. Eggs?”

    “Everything,” I said moving my pancake to make room for the eggs and bacon. “Five kids, wow, your mother must be an amazing woman.”

    “Yeah, I think we caused most of the gray hair on her head which she now dyes to keep her youthful appearance. We aren’t the traditional Italian family. You have any brothers or sisters?” he asked, plopping the eggs on his plate and putting the pan back on the stove.

    “A sister, she doesn’t live here. She’s still up north where we grew up.” I poured the syrup on my single golden pancake before cutting a chunk.

    I envied City. He had a big family and they have a bond that I never did with mine. He had something I always wanted.

    “Ah, I can’t imagine only having one. We’re kinda a gang. We do everything together.” He stuffed the eggs in his mouth and grabbed a piece of bacon. “You’ve missed out.”

    I loved that it seemed easy between us, we were comfortable and he made me feel that way. “I guess so, but I have some friends that I’m closer to than any of my family.” I placed the forkful of buttery goodness in my mouth and let it sit on my tongue a minute before I chewed it. “My mom’s kinda a flake and my dad works all the time, so I just have my friends.”

    “Damn, that f**king sucks. My family gets together every Sunday for dinner and it’s usually a bit loud.”

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