RIDING DIRTY (Steel Titans MC Book 4) by Franca Storm (best books for students to read txt) 📗

taking me higher and higher, bringing me so close to orgasm already.

But then the attention to my clit was gone. He dragged his fingers around my pussy, spreading my wetness, and seemingly coating his fingers with it.

And then they slid around to my ass.

My gaze snapped to his. He was smirking like the devil he was, watching my reaction as his wet fingers rimmed my asshole. The feeling was exquisite, having such a sensitive area touched and teased, the taboo nature and dirtiness of it just serving to enhance the sensations.

My breath caught in my throat when he started to ease a finger inside.

He stopped when I let out a strangled gasp.

Realization set it for him and he looked more than a little surprised as he uttered, “Never?”

I shook my head. Words eluded me. My brain was pretty much on lockdown with everything he was doing to me, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

He backed off my ass and his fingers withdrew from my pussy too.

The sudden, brutal feeling of emptiness overtook me and I whimpered.

He chuckled darkly at my predicament.

His fingers drenched in my juices started circling just shy of my clit, slow and easy, leisurely, as he pressed his body tightly against mine, trapping his hand there in the process and intensifying the pressure to such a degree that it straddled the line between pain and pleasure.

He whispered huskily at my ear, “Guess all your research on me never told you that I’m an ass man. And I don’t mean just appreciating a sweet ass in a tight pair of jeans or leathers. It means I like to play with a tight little ass. Tease, lick, eat.” He pinched my clit, making me writhe against him. He smirked, then went on, “With yours, when I’ve had my fill, I’ll get off watching as I slide my cock in, stretching you wide open as you take it deep. I’ll make you fuck back and bounce like a cowgirl on the thick, hard rod rammed up your sweet little ass. You’ll scream for me, cry for me, fucking well burn for me.”

“Oh God,” I rasped, his words turning me on more than I ever thought possible.

He licked the side of my face like an animal, making me tremble against his hard body still pressed so tightly up against mine. His hand began rubbing over my dripping pussy hard and roughly and so incredibly fast that it felt like a vibrator. “I’m dirty and depraved,” he spoke, his hot breath fanning over my neck. “You want that from me so badly you can’t stand it. I’m gonna make you beg for it, gonna have you desperate for it all. I’ll give you the worst of me and it’ll damn well devastate you. You’ll never be the same.”

It was too much.

His filthy words.

His erotic threats.

Teasing every inch of my body.

His fingers torturing my pussy.

One more pinch to my clit from him had me losing it and coming apart. I shrieked like a banshee as my orgasm ripped through me. Slade’s hands shifted to my hips, them and his body pressed against mine holding me upright as pleasure engulfed me, my body shuddering wildly, and my knees threatening to buckle with it all.

I’d barely started to come down from it when he released me abruptly and stepped back.

It had me wavering with the support unceremoniously ripped away.

“On your knees,” his sexy, aroused voice commanded.

Before I could register his words fully, he opened his jeans and pulled out his cock.

Holy shit. He was… big.

That didn’t actually do it justice.

His girth coupled with the striking length as his cock jutted out rock-hard and proud, required a double take—or several. I’d never seen anything like it, and I’d had my fair share of lovers over the years.

“Still think you can handle me?” he asked, arrogantly.

How dare he question me? I’d never cowered from a challenge and I certainly wasn’t about to now with him, the egotistical shit that he was.

I held his gaze as I stripped my jeans and panties the rest of the way off and aggressively kicked them across the room. The look in his eyes was more than even lust and it made me feel more desirable and sexier than I ever had. It spurred me on, beyond the challenge he’d put out there. I wanted to live up to the reflection of myself that I was seeing from him. I needed to show him what I was made of, sexually speaking, what he had missed when he’d walked away from me all those years ago.

He stepped forward, right into my space, his dick bouncing against his stomach as he moved.

I grabbed the base of his shaft harder than I needed to.

“Hell bitch,” he grunted.

“Demon spawn.”

A smile spread over his face, but I wiped it away in the next second when I gave his dick a long, slow lick all the way from the base to the tip, making him shudder in my hand.

Yes.

That was what I wanted.

The almighty Slade Mitchell reduced to putty in my hands.

And that was exactly what happened as I swirled my tongue around his cock with wild abandon. He fell back against the wall, grunting and groaning as his eyes rolled back in his head, pleasure consuming him.

I was just getting started.

He hadn’t known real pleasure yet.

But he was about to.

I shifted my weight, then took him in my mouth. I watched his eyes widen as I worked him deeper and deeper, eventually taking my fist away from the base, my mouth taking its place. I tightened my lips around him, squeezing a little.

“Damn,” he cursed, jolting.

I gave myself to the sensation of fucking his dick with my mouth, feeling it sliding up and down my throat. I picked up speed and my rhythm became almost violent. The guttural sounds he made, his dick pulsing with the punishing pleasure I was giving him, just intensified everything. It had me lost in a wild state.

Slade grabbed a fistful of