Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,34

has half of me down her throat.

“Oh, that’s it,” I groan into the empty room. My legs spread open, and I reach for the prostate massager, dragging it across the plump vein filling my shaft to get it slick with lubricant. It’s an interesting device. It looks a lot like a butt plug, but it has more of a handle to it that settles against the crease.

There’s a little discomfort at first as I push it past the tight ring of muscle. Yeah, that’s the part I don’t like. Once it’s all the way in, it settles right against the prostate, which has my cock leaking and pathetic sounds leaving from between my lips. My legs tremble while I roll to grab the remote that controls the vibration, and I shout when the movement causes it to slide in a little deeper.

“Fuccckkk,” I draw out, and a sheen of sweat drapes over my skin instantly.

I crank the remote to three, which won’t make me come too fast, but will keep me right on the edge while I play around with the other toys.

A low buzz fills the air, and my arm slams against the bed. I fist the sheets, tugging on them as the massager does its job. My cock spurts more precome, red and angry from the amount of fucking need coursing through me right now.

The need to come.

The need to be with her.

The need to feel good.

Fuck, it’s all too much. My body aches to the core.

I think of her hands drifting down my body, her mouth wrapping around my cock as the massager rubs against me. She doesn’t judge. She loves it. She sucks me, licking me like a damn lollipop, and it brings me closer and closer to orgasm.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Oh god.” My back arches off the bed. I can’t take it anymore. It’s all too much. The pleasure is bringing pain, but the good kind. The kind I want more of and less of at the same time.

I lick the sweat off the top of my lip as I tilt my chin to my chest, staring at my dripping slit. The thick muscle is a deep red, pulled as tight as it can grow, and every few seconds it jumps from the static charge the prostate messager gives me.

Men really need to get over themselves, because this feels so goddamn good.

I pinch my pierced nipples and give them a good twist, grunting when it adds to the wild sensation. “I’m going to come. So fucking good. Yes,” I hiss, tugging on the bars through the tight beads. I’ve never come without an actual touch.

Violet is driving me insane.

“Violet,” I say her name when the heat in my cock becomes too much. “Violet.” My chest rises and falls in erratic, broken beats. “Violet!” I shout, watching as jets of come land on my belly. I continue playing with my nipples, roughly twisting the bars as my orgasm waves through me.

I don’t stop there.

I’m not a one and done type of man.

As the massager pulsates on my over sensitive prostate, my cock stays hard, and I reach to the other side of the bed and grab the cock ring. I slide it through a thick white puddle to make it slick as I slide it down my girth until it’s settled at the base.

Next, the fleshlight.

It doesn’t feel as good as the real thing, but it gets the job done.

I scoop some come onto my cock and slip myself through the tight hold of the fleshlight. It’s a soft silicone material and fakes the feel of what a pussy is like. Nothing can compare to a tight, hot, wet cunt, no matter the toys they invent.

“Ah, sonofabitch, that’s fucking good, baby,” I pretend to say to Violet, wishing it was her lowering herself on my dick instead of this toy.

Now, I jack myself like I promised I would.

The wet sounds fill the air as I fuck the fleshlight. I thrust my hips up, needing the extra friction, but then the fucking toy presses against my prostate harder. My neck strains as I bend back, stretching my body out as pleasure zips through me.

Fuck.

Nothing has ever felt this good. I think of those round eyes staring back at me as she rides me. Her hands are on my chest, her hips rocking back and forth as she takes every single inch of my cock. She’s whimpering my name. Her eyes roll to the back of her head,