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

my hair, tugging roughly, and making me hiss with the bite of pain. It had me losing it on his dick, basically fucking my own face with it, reveling in the sheer unhinged nature of it.

“Fucking shit,” Slade snarled, tightening his grip in my hair. He gave a rough tug, forcing my eyes to meet his. The intensity in his gaze was enough to scorch me.

“Eyes on me,” he rasped.

It sounded like more than a command, more than even a request. It was like he actually needed it. In my experience, guys liked the eye contact because it got them off making their woman look them deep in the eyes as they blew them. But Slade was already beyond that point right now. What was it about for him then?

His eyes flashed with darkness, his fingers twisted in my hair, and he shifted his weight.

It was like he was getting ready to do something punishing and brutal. I braced myself, nervous and excited all at once.

But as soon as he locked eyes with me, he stilled. Then, his grip in my hair loosened and he pulled out of my mouth.

He gave me a hand up, then crushed his mouth to mine. He kissed me fervently, easing me backward at the same time, until my ass hit my desk. The next thing I knew, he was spinning me around, his hand bearing down on my back and forcing me to bend over the desk. He kicked my legs apart, then leaned into my ear and ground out, “I’ve wanted between your thighs since our first meet all those years ago. Now, here you are, wide open to me, begging for it.”

Denial was futile now. And I didn’t want to deny it. I wanted it, wanted him. “Yes,” I admitted. “Fuck me.”

“Damn fucking straight,” he snarled.

I heard the rip of a foil packet, and then he was in me, sliding his big, thick cock into my dripping wet pussy, one dizzying inch at a time. “Jesus, woman,” he ground out. “Gripping me like a fucking vise.”

I slammed my fists down on the desk as I struggled to take him. It had been a long time for me and he wasn’t exactly average-sized. “God,” I choked out.

His hand slid into my hair and he gave me some reassuring strokes. “I’ve got you.”

His other hand left my back and slid down to my pussy, playing with my clit and trying to distract me from the burning, stretching sensation with an overabundance of pleasure. The man had magic fingers and it didn’t take long before I was hurtling toward another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Slade!” I cried. “Move! Now! Fuck me!”

I cried out at the delicious sensation as he started to move, sliding in and out of me, stretching me, rubbing against so many nerve-endings, I didn’t know which way was up. He swiveled his hips and flicked my clit at the same time, and it was my undoing. Ecstasy slammed into me and I bucked beneath him as my orgasm tore through me.

Snarling, he ripped me off the desk and carried me across the room.

He spun me around, slammed me against the wall, then jackhammered into me, as I rode my orgasm. Instead of coming down from it, his fierce fucking drove me higher and higher, and I tasted another climax, then another. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me intensely as I came over and over again.

He pushed tighter against me, his big, muscular body covering mine, as he continued fucking me like an animal, panting, cursing, and pumping his hips wildly.

I’d never felt so consumed, so completely overrun by passion, or any one person.

He was owning me.

It was the most freeing thing I’d ever experienced.

I never wanted it to end.

But when I heard him grunt, then felt him losing his rhythm, I knew the moment was almost done.

Sure enough, he growled primally and jerked against me, as he tasted release too.

He buried his face in my shoulder as he fought to catch his breath and come down from the intensity.

When he finally eased out of me and lowered me back to the floor, I sank against the wall, completely spent.

Our eyes locked.

I stared at him, stunned.

He stared back at me with the same look on his face.

Shit.

Fuck him out of my system?

Not likely. Not after that.

I’d miscalculated.

Big time.

13

~Slade~

 

IT’D BEEN AGES.

Decades had gone by, actually, since I’d last shared a bed with a woman.

Sure, I’d screwed around, but I never brought nobody to my room at the clubhouse, never let them get nowhere near my bed or nothing. That would’ve sent the wrong message, especially to the types of women who hung out at the clubhouse looking for a dick to ride. They’d never let it go if I opened anything up like that and a ton of drama would explode all over the place. Besides, I didn’t want nobody in my personal space.

But now there was this.

I stared at the sexy, naked beauty sleeping beside me.

Willa was sprawled out on her front, her soft, blonde hair fanned out all over, her face smushed into the pillows. She was tangled in the sheets, half her body uncovered, just like her sweet little ass that was on full display, along with her right thigh and tits. She squirmed around a lot in the night. So much that she’d woken me up about three times.

I shook my head to myself. It weren’t just the regular kind of moving around in the night like them people who tossed and turned just because. Nah, she’d been crying out in her sleep. It was trauma. She was haunted. Her job was brutal to begin with, then, after what she’d told me about her takedown of The Jackals, it took it to a whole other level.

She was real good at putting on a front, holding up an impenetrable wall. But the more time we spent together, the more cracks I was seeing all over the place.