Throttled (Men of Inked 1.5) - Page 5

I shook my head as I laughed. “Good, Sam. Remember that. If she doesn’t get ya, I sure as fuck will.” I placed my hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “There’s a whole line of Gallo men that have my back. Don’t get her involved in that MC, you hear me?” I raised an eyebrow as my laughter vanished.

“I got ya, man. Your sister is the only girl that has ever earned my respect. I would never do anything to endanger her,” he said as he held out his hand to me.

I stared at him, trying to judge his sincerity. “I’m going to hold you to your word, Sam.” I gripped his hand, squeezing it between my fingers, letting him know that I could easily over power him.

A hand landed on my shoulder as Michael said, “What’s going on over here? While you two ladies chit chat, the real men are doing all the work.” He looked at Sam before turning to me.

I smiled, increasing my grip on Sam’s hand. “We’re done, Mike. Just having a little heart to heart about Izzy.”

Sam gritted his teeth and tried to pull his hand away. “I got it, guys. I’ll treat your sister right.”

“Damn right you will,” Michael said, taking a step forward.

“What the fuck? I’ve never done anything to her.”

“Keep it that way, Sam, and we won’t have an issue,” Michael repeated, warning Sam.

“Boys, get your asses over here and clean some shit. Football’s on and I’m not going to miss the game. Move it,” Pop yelled, causing us all to turn.

“Coming, Pop,” Michael said over his shoulder. “Let’s go. I think Sam has a clear enough picture of what’s at stake.”

“I do.” He nodded, shaking out his hand after I released it.

I grabbed the remote, turning up the volume on the football game that was just about to kick off. We finished clearing the table, loaded the dishwasher, and polished off the pots and pans while we listened to the game.

Just as I put the last pot away, the girls walked back down the stairs. Their laughter filled the space, overpowering the sports announcer on the television. The guys had piled into the living room, making themselves at home on the couch.

I captured Suzy’s wrist, pulling her against my chest. “What’s so funny, sugar?” I asked, rubbing my nose against her temple.

“Just girl stuff. Did you boys have fun?” she asked, staring up at me, tears hanging in her eyes.

“You okay? You look like you’ve been crying.” I swept my fingers underneath her eyes, catching a single tear.

“We were laughing so hard, City. I love them so much.” She beamed.

“I don’t think I want to know what you girls were talking about. They love you just as much, Suzy. You’re family now.” I pulled her chin up, brushing my lips against her tender skin.

She closed her eyes, parting her mouth for me. My dick twitched, wanting to be inside of that pretty little mouth again. Grabbing the nape of her neck, I held her in place, claiming her mouth. The feel of her soft lips on mine, drove me closer to the edge. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and run upstairs for a quickie. She acquiesced, giving herself to me with her mouth as she snaked her arms around my body. My dick throbbed in my pants; the blowjob earlier wasn’t enough to dull the constant ache I felt when near her.

Placing her hand on my chest, she pushed gently. “City,” she said, breathily against my lips. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking back the haze. “Later. Your family is here.”

“I don’t give a fuck. They won’t notice if we disappear for a few minutes. I need to taste you, sugar. I need to sink my cock in you so deep that my balls slap against your clit until you scream.” I held her in place, staring in her eyes, watching them dilate.

“Okay,” she whispered, scrubbing her hands across my chest.

I looked over her head at my family sitting in front of the television. “Come on, let’s sneak upstairs.” I released her neck, putting her hand in mine and pulled her toward the stairs.

“Shouldn’t we say something?” she asked, looking back at them.

“No, they won’t notice, I’ll be fast.” I winked at her, as we walked up the stairs.

“We’ve gone over this. You’re never fast.”

I reached down, picking her up from under her arms, and tossing her over my shoulder. She squealed and giggled.

“Everything okay in there?” Ma yelled.

“Perfect, Ma. Be right back,” I yelled down the stairs.

“You’ve given us away.” I swatted Suzy’s ass. “Now, I have to be quick. Fuck.”

She wiggled and laughed, grabbing my ass as I rounded the corner to our bedroom. Kicking the door closed, I released my grip, letting her body slide down mine. Her soft to my hard. I wasn’t in the mood to take her gently. She wasn’t my bride-to-be in this moment. She was mine and mine to use.

“I don’t think–” she started to speak as I placed my finger against her lips.

“No talking.” I shook my head, claiming her lips as I unzipped my jeans. As she walked backward, her hands found the top of my jeans. She pulled them down at the sides; my dick sprang free slapping against her arm.

She moaned in my mouth. “Jesus, babe. You’re so hard.”

“You did this to me walking around in that hot ass sundress shaking your ass.” I reached under her dress, my eyes growing wide when I didn’t feel any panties. “What the fuck, sugar? No panties? You never go without,” I murmured against her lips, running my fingers through her wetness.

The silky smoothness of her cunt made my cock grow harder. The familiar ache that I’d been perpetually blessed with since meeting Suzy was almost too much to bear at times.

She rubbed her pussy against my palm. “Please, City. I need to feel you.” Her eyes fluttered, her breathing turning harsh.

Grabbing her by the waist, I spun her around to face the bed. “On your stomach, hands on the bed, sugar.”

She smiled over her shoulder, her cheeks turning pink. “City, everyone’s downstairs. They may hear or come looking for us.” She placed her palms against the crisp white down comforter.

“Then you better bend over so we can be quick.” I smacked her ass and watched her jump.

She bent over as she rubbed her ass, bringing her sundress up her legs, showing me a hint of thigh. She planted her elbows flat against the mattress and stilled as my hand caressed her ass.

My dick twitched, screaming to sink into her. I grabbed it, stroking the length as I hiked up her dress. Running my cock through her wetness, I sighed knowing I wouldn’t be walking around with a hard-on for the rest of the night.

I pulled her hips up, lifting her slightly off the bed, my dick touching her opening.

“Wait.” Her body stiffened as she planted her face in the mattress.

“What?” I asked with my cock in my hand ready to push inside.

“Condom?” Her voice muffled by the blankets.

“Sugar, you’re on the pill. We’re about to be man and wife. We’ve done it without before. Right now, I want to feel you with nothing between us. I want to feel your silky wetness as I fuck the shit out of you.”

She sighed, relaxing her body. “Okay, but—”

“Enough talking. The only words I wanna hear out of you are ‘yes’ and ‘give me more.’” I leaned over her, kissing her shoulder as I jammed my cock into her.

Her body jerked, accepting all I had to give as she melted into the mattress. The blankets were bunched in her hands as I stood, looking down at her.

I slid my hand up her back, tangling my fingers in her hair. Wrapping it around my palm, I grabbed it and pulled. She gasped, her eyes sealing shut as I thrust myself inside her. The flesh of her hip felt cool underneath my forceful grip.

Every time my dick slammed into her, my balls slapped her clit, causing her body to twitch and moans to escape her lips. I thrust harder, needing the release as I watched her body bounce off my shaft.

“You want me to stop?” I bit out, swiveling my hips to touch every inch of the inside of h

er pussy.

“No,” she moaned.

“You love my cock?”

“Yes,” she said as she bucked.

I pulled her down forcefully against my body. “This is my pussy.” Pulling her hair harder, I wrapped it around my fist, holding it more securely. “I take it when I want, not when you want to give it.”

“Yes, yes. Oh God, yes!” she yelled, her pussy convulsing against my dick. She drew her legs in closer together almost crossing them, making her hold on my cock vice like.

I slid my finger from her hip to her abdomen and down to her clit. It was swollen and she shuddered as I pinched it, rolling it between my fingertips.

Her face fell forward and she bored down, pulling the blanket between her teeth. She grunted, pounding herself against me as I worked her clit, bringing her to the brink of release.

“Say what I wanna hear.” I stilled my hands as I pummeled her.

“It’s your pussy,” she moaned without hesitation.

I chuckled, biting my lip. Suzy went from saying heck to using the word pussy without hesitation since she met me. Hearing her say such dirty shit made my spine tingle. “Always, sugar. Come on my cock. Shows me who owns you.”

Using two fingers, I covered her clit entirely, making small circles with the soft pads of my tips. Her grunts grew louder, her pussy milking me, as she tensed and stilled. My touch became more demanding, my thrusts rougher as I used my cock as my own personal battering ram. I wanted her to walk funny when she went back downstairs.

“Give it to me, sugar.” I tweaked her clit, needing her to come before I did.

She sucked in a breath, not moving, as she came on my cock. As her body relaxed and she grew limp, I used it as an invitation to fuck her senseless. Her body bounced like a bowl of Jell-O underneath me.

The orgasm ripped through me, sending me collapsing on top of her gasping for air. “Fuck,” I moaned as I caught my breath, my knees feeling weak.

“Mm,” she hummed as she lay underneath me, smiling.

Planting my palms on the bed, I trailed kisses across her exposed skin as I pushed myself up. Her ass was a light shade of pink from the relentless pounding I gave her. She lay there with her dress hiked up around her waist, her ass still in the air and her body bent over the bed. She looked how I felt, sated and happy.