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|Throttle Me(Men of Inked #1) by Chelle Bliss|
“I’d put my money on the blonde.” I smirked at the jackass as he stormed out of the room.
“You okay, Suzy?” I asked, wrapping her in my arms.
She squeezed my waist and buried her face in my shirt. “Mm, you smell good.”
“Answer me, sugar. Are you okay?” I kissed the top of her head.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Derek’s an ass**le. I don’t think he’ll be bothering me again,” she laughed into my chest.
“I don’t want you working with that dick anymore.”
“I think he almost peed his pants.”
“Promise me, Suzette? You need to go to the administration about him. He shouldn’t work here or be near you.”
She patted my stomach. “I love when you get all tough guy and use my full name.” She laughed and I squeezed her ass hard enough to make her jump. “I promise, Joseph.”
“You seem to like it when I’m buried balls deep inside you, sugar, I don’t hear you laughing then,” I whispered in her ear. She shivered in my arms as the vibrations of my words touched her ears. “Why don’t we put your desk to good use?”
She smacked me in the chest but I could see the twinkle in her eye. She thought about it for a second before she answered. “No way, mister. I’m not getting fired.”
“I thought maybe you went all bad girl on me using all those curse words on Derek.” I ran my finger over her bruise but she didn’t flinch.
“Two? I swore twice?” Her mouth hung open.
“You did, sugar. I’m proud of you.”
“You must be rubbing off on me.” She pulled away from my arms and smiled.
“Speaking of rubbin’.” I looked down, wiggled my eyebrows, and moved my hips.
“Absolutely not.” She looked away and started to move the papers on her desk.
I wrapped my arms around her and placed my face in her hair. “Whatcha gonna do, baby, give me a detention?” I asked. I couldn’t help but laugh. God, if she was my teacher in high school I would’ve been all over her. My wet dreams would’ve been filled with visions of Ms. McCarthy leaning over my desk to help me with my math problems. I’d pray that her blouse would just happen to fall open and give me a glimpse of her beautiful tits.
She smacked my hands. “You’re a naughty boy.”
“You have no idea, Ms. McCarthy.” I kissed down her neck, making my way to her shoulder before sinking my teeth into her delicate flesh. “You’ve smacked me twice and I think I need to teach you a little lesson tonight.” Her breath caught and I heard a small moan escape as I ground my dick into her ass.
“Whatcha got in mind, Mr. Gallo?”
“I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine.” I cupped her br**sts, squeezing them and ran my palms across her hard ni**les. “I’m going to f**k you so damn hard my c**k will be the only one you’ll ever think about. I’m leaving no inch untouched, no pore not kissed, and no hole unfilled.”
“Um.” She swallowed loud enough for me to hear. Perfect.
“Lost for words?”
“Not here,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.
“My place, sugar. I don’t want anyone to hear you scream when you think you can’t come again, but I’ll make you.”
“You’re punishment sounds so much better than detention.”
“It’s more like a retention program for at-risk little girls,” I said as she turned around with a smile on her face.
“You know how to win a girl’s heart.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me.
I smacked her ass and she bit down on my lip but not hard enough to break the skin.
“Oh, sorry, baby,” she said.
“I’ll get ya back, sugar. Let’s get the f**k out of here or I’m tearing your clothes off right here.” I pinched her nipple and felt her sharp intake of breath against my lips.
I needed to get the hell out of the school and take her to my bed. I kissed her goodbye after walking her to her car. I walked to my bike on the opposite side of the parking lot after she drove away. It would be hard as f**k to ride with the raging hard-on in my pants – I needed the walk to cool the f**k off.
Ruined. It’s the only word that comes to mind when I think of Joseph Gallo aka City McPierced Cock. He ruined me for any other man that could’ve had a place in my future. How could I go back to a boring anybody with a party pickle penis when I had Joey Sex God Gallo?
Joey made me scream in ecstasy; he’d been the first man I didn’t have to fake it with. His voice alone made my skin break out in goose bumps, his kiss made the world vanish, and his c**k – well, it’s just damn unique and felt f**king amazing.
The idea of punishment didn’t sound terrible coming out of his mouth. Anyone else and I would’ve run for the hills, but not City, he made my body feel like it was on fire. I wanted him to claim every inch of my body. What girl wouldn’t want all the pleasure that would involve? I’d be an idiot not to want it.
I studied his body as he drove ahead of me on his sexy ass Harley. I could see him watching me at the stoplights and I never wanted the man to have eyes for another woman. He was everything I wanted, but never thought to include in my life plan. His muscles moved underneath his shirt as he hugged the road and gripped the bike. My mind kept replacing my body with the bike as we made our way to his house.