Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,33

ever been, and make my fucking point.

I kick the door open to my room, place my boot on the wood, and push it shut. I throw my coat on the floor, toe off my boots, and then lock the door.

I can’t have her yet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t imagine it while I pleasure myself. In jerky, hurried motions I yank off my shirt, toss it on the floor, then tug my pants. These are my tighter jeans. They hug my thighs a bit more than the others, so I have to pull on the denim a bit harder than what I normally do.

“Fuck,” I grumble when they get stuck around my ankle. I hop to the bed, tugging on each pant leg until I’m able to fall onto the mattress. God, why did I wear these jeans? I wore them for her. When I got back from the run, I changed and knew these pants were tighter and would show off my body a bit more.

I forgot how much of a pain in the ass they were to get off.

Lifting my legs, I grab each pant leg and pull, finally getting the bunched-up material around my feet free. I throw the jeans behind me and catch my breath as I stare up at the ceiling. My cock is hard, pointing out of the waistband of my underwear.

I flip over onto my stomach and crawl forward so I can reach my nightstand and open the drawer. I’m going to say this: how I masturbate compared to how other men masturbate might be a little different. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good ol’ fashioned with only the hand, but I get more pleasure by getting a few toys out.

And thinking of Violet definitely has me wanting to use all of them. I need more than to fuck my fist. I need a mind-blowing, earth-shattering sensation that will help ease the fire searing through my veins.

My cock is so fucking hard it hurts, and as I stretch against the bed to wrap my fingers around the handle of the nightstand, I moan from the friction rubbing against me. I grab the fleshlight and prostate massager and toss them on the bed, along with the vibrating cock ring and lube. A lot of men jerk-off to just orgasm.

I get it, I do that sometimes too, but I love to feel pleasure.

The prostate massager is one of my favorites. I’m straight. Always have been and always will be, and a lot of the time men think of the prostate as something gay men explore. No. I’m comfortable to know that I like my body explored, and the prostate is a magic fucking button waiting to be pushed. I’m not wanting to get fucked or anything like that. It isn’t my thing, but playing with me?

That’s my fucking thing.

Makes me feel good.

That’s all I want.

I flip to my back, dipping my fingers into the waistband of my briefs and tugging them down to free my erection at last. The fat head slaps against my stomach and already I’m leaking precome all over my belly. I’m a big man. I’ve learned how to please myself, because there have been many instances where a woman doesn’t want to fuck because of my size. The last thing I want to do is hurt anyone.

So when I want to fuck and don’t feel like going to the bar and maybe getting turned down once they see my cock, I stay in.

And I’m glad, because I’ve learned a lot about myself.

I click the bottle of lube open and drizzle a few drops along myself, hissing since it’s a little cold. The twelve-inch length jerks, and my sack pulls tight to my body as I wrap my fist around myself. I slide the lube around and the flesh shines against the light. I stroke myself a few times, my cock hardening more when I think of Violet trying to wrap her slender fingers around me. I bet her forefinger and thumb wouldn’t even touch.

She’d be amazed. Her big eyes would widen further, the violet irises bright as a tulip in bloom as she explored her first cock. A tremor wracks through my body at the thought. I wonder if I’d be too much for her. In my fantasy, I’m not.

My Springs loves my cock. She’s lapping at it with her tongue, trying her best to please me. She has both hands around the length, pumping simultaneously as she