Ruined. It was the only word that came to mind when I thought of Joseph Gallo, a.k.a. City McPierced Cock. He’d ruined me for any other man that could’ve had a place in my future. How could I go back to a boring anybody with a party pickle penis when I had Joey Sex God Gallo?

Joey made me scream in ecstasy; he’d been the first man I didn’t have to fake it with. His voice alone made my skin break out in goose bumps, his kiss made the world vanish, and his cock—well, it was just damn unique and felt fucking amazing.

The idea of punishment didn’t sound terrible coming out of his mouth. Anyone else and I would’ve run for the hills, but not City—he made my body feel like it was on fire. I wanted him to claim every inch of my body. What girl wouldn’t want all the pleasure that would involve? I’d be an idiot not to want it.

I studied his body as he drove ahead of me on his sexy-ass Harley. I could see him watching me at the stoplights, and I never wanted the man to have eyes for another woman. He was everything I wanted, but never thought to include in my life plan. His muscles moved underneath his shirt as he hugged the road and gripped the bike. My mind kept replacing my body with the bike as we made our way to his house.

He became an addiction. He didn’t ruin just my body, but he found a way to make himself a part of my life in a very short time. He invaded my dreams, and every thought I had involved him.

Watching him reminded me of the first time I saw him. I thought he would murder me on that country road. He looked mean and dangerous, but the only casualty would be my heart. Did I love him? It was a strong word to use in such a short amount of time. Could I go without him? Hell. No. Did I want him in my life? Damn straight. Love was a word I reserved for very few people in my life, and I wouldn’t mess this up, no matter how fantastic his cock moved and how hard he made me scream. Love would come someday if he didn’t fuck me to death first. Death by dick. Didn’t sound half bad.

By the time we pulled into his driveway, my body buzzed with anticipation. It had been less than twenty-four hours since City had been inside me, but this felt…different. Turning the car off, I stared at him as he climbed off the bike and removed his helmet. He approached my car—his movement was like a lion stalking its prey—and I felt my cheeks flush with excitement. He looked handsome. Uniquely perfect.

His beauty wasn’t only external. He had that nailed at first glance, but internally he was Prince Charming. Nobody had ever treated me like he did. He had just the right amount of caveman and Casanova to be destructive to a girl’s mind—particularly mine.

“Come on, sugar. If I have to wait any longer, I’ll fuck you right here in the driveway.”

Although his words held promise, I’d never had sex outdoors; I wasn’t ready to check that off my bucket list. Grabbing his hand, I followed him inside the small white farmhouse. I kicked off my shoes, and he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

His soft, wet lips crushed against mine as I gasped, and his tongue took that as an open invitation. “I can’t decide which part of your body to assault first.” His tongue slowly glided across my bottom lip. My heart pounded in my chest and he had to feel the rapid pace of the thump. “Do I start with this pretty little mouth?” He nipped my lip, causing a small moan to escape with the thought of my tongue wrapped around his cock. “Do I use this in your tight little cunt or your beautiful, tight ass?” He squeezed my ass, and I could feel his hardness against my stomach. I thought about all the ways he could and would take me, and a tingle ran down my spine.

“Perfect choice. Your mouth it is…to start.” His eyes crinkled from the smile on his face. Fuck, I didn’t make a choice.

“What? Wait.”

“Not your decision. Watching you suck that lip in your mouth makes my cock ache to feel your tongue tugging at my piercing. On your knees, sunshine.” The use of the nickname from our first meeting, when my world changed forever, made my insides warm.

Placing his hand on my shoulder, he pushed me on my knees, and I came face to face with his giant bulge. This time I knew what I would see, but it didn’t dull the excitement I felt. Reaching up to unzip his pants, I peered at his face. The grin playing on his lips and the twinkle in his eye made my core pulse. His shaft bobbed and brought my attention back to the task at hand: sucking his beautiful cock and bringing him to his knees.

I unzipped his pants and began the task of unleashing his hardness. I rarely felt in control when City had me naked, but I felt empowered kneeling before him. Springing free, the tip glistened with a drop of moisture. My mouth watered as I palmed his cock, squeezing it, feeling the heaviness and hardness of his silky-smooth erection in my hands. I licked the tip, capturing the wetness on my tongue before taking him fully in my mouth. I loved the feel of the piercing, and every time I brought the tip back to my lips, I’d run my tongue over the metal, giving it a light tug. His body quaked with each thrust and pull. His fingers tangled in my hair. He gripped it roughly, trying to control my movement and depth.

I ignored his grip, welcoming the pain as I controlled the depth and speed. “Fuck, sugar, your mouth feels amazing.” I squeezed his ass and felt a shudder take over his body. Pulsing my grip, I sucked harder and quickened my pace, and I squeezed my legs together, trying to relieve the ache. He moaned and twitched, and I could almost taste how close he was to losing it. I focused my effort on the tip of his cock, running my tongue along the underside, flicking the sensitive flesh and capturing the ring between my lips as I worked his length. “Fuck,” he moaned, and he increased the grip on my hair. “Stop, sugar.”

Screw that. I wouldn’t stop until his body shook, he screamed my name, and I milked him dry. I grazed his shaft with my teeth and he hissed. “Fuck.” I didn’t stop in my relentless pursuit of his release. I watch his face as I sucked and licked like a starved woman on a mission—his eyes were closed, head tipped back, and mouth open. I gripped his ass with both hands, digging my fingernails in his skin, taking him fully in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed and tried not to gag. I clamped down on his cock as a moan escaped his lips, driving me forward, seeking the moment he’d say my name.

The feel of his rock-hard ass beneath my fingers, flexing and twitching, made me crazy. I wanted him, wanted to feel him inside me, but I wouldn’t stop what I started. I felt in charge for once.

“Suzette,” he hissed as my mouth filled with his release.

When his body stopped shaking and his cock stopped pulsating, I released him. I grinned at him, with his wide eyes looking at me with adoration. Swallowing, I licked my lips and captured a small drop seeping from the tip. His eyes had a twinkle in them as he watched me.

“You don’t fight fair, sugar,” he said with a shaky voice as he kicked off his jeans.

“I didn’t see you stopping me,” I said, pushing off the floor. He reached out, grabbed my neck, and pulled me to him, as he crushed his lips to mine.

He felt soft and warm. I wrapped my arms around his neck and soaked in the feel of his hands gripping my waist. He pulled my legs around his waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting the connection. We moved as one toward the bedroom where we’d begun weeks ago—my life hadn’t been the same since.

He leaned over the bed, but my body stayed attached to him like Velcro. “It’s your turn to scream my name, sugar.” He unlatched my hands from his neck, placing them at my side. “Don’t move.” He smirked as he moved down my body, running his finger across the exposed skin of my stomach from the bunching of my shirt.

His touch felt like electricity, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body as he traced around my belly button. “Elastic?” The word pulled me back into reality after I’d been lost in my dreamlike state.

“What?” I could barely think, let alone form a coherent sentence.

“You’re wearing pants with an elastic waistband.” He eyed them with curiosity. “Never met a girl that wore dress pants like these.” His fingers grabbed the waistband and released it, snapping it against my skin.

Oh, shit. I had my granny panties on too. I didn’t think I’d see him today. I just wanted to be comfortable, since I walked into a barrage of questions about the bruises and busted lip. I covered my eyes. “They’re comfortable,” I said as I swatted his hand.

He raised an eyebrow at me as he looked at the material. “I’m sure. I think that’s why my mom wears them too.” His chest rumbled with a hearty laugh.

“Fuck off, City.” I chuckled, kicking him with my foot.

“Watch the goods, princess.” He grabbed my foot as I made another. “I have a fighter on my hands.” He gripped the bottom of my pants and gave them a hard yank, exposing my underwear. Fuck. “You’re full of surprises today, sugar,” he said.

“Hello… didn’t think I’d be seeing you today.”

“Guess not, based on your attire.” Smug bastard.

“This is who I am, City. I’m not a floozy and I don’t like a string up my ass all day while I teach.”

“Oh no, it’s sexy. The best part about you is that you’re not a floozy. Makes me feel special that you break out the sexy shit just for me.”

“Well, since it’s sexy, then I can stop with all the lingerie when I see you.” I giggled. I’d never do it, but if he wanted to pretend it was a turn-on…

“I don’t give a fuck what you wear, sugar, as long as you end up naked.”

I didn’t want to be the granny-panty-wearing girlfriend to the hot biker. I wouldn’t change what worked. I’d wear my sexy lacy shit when I saw him, but maybe, just maybe, I’d throw him for a loop with innocent little pink flowers every once in a while. “You going to shut up and fuck me or sit here yapping about clothing all night?” I snapped.

“Oooh, I got a feisty one on my hands tonight.” He moved his body as he covered mine before settling between my legs.

“You got a horny one that just sucked you off. She deserves a reward, and I can think of a million other things you can do with your lips than talk,” I said, running my tongue across his bottom lip.

Lust filled his eyes as he tugged at my lips with his teeth. He pulled his shirt over his head as he balanced on one arm. I’d never get tired of seeing his body.

His fingers wrapped around the side of my underwear before he ripped them from my body with one quick jerk. “Hey,” I yelled.

“I won’t be buying you new ones, so don’t ask.” He laughed before nestling between my legs and licking his lips. The need I felt for him never waned like I’d experienced with other men—it only intensified.

I closed my eyes as his mouth closed around me and his tongue flicked my clit. The heat of his mouth made me melt into the mattress. I gripped the sheets, needing something to hold on to keep my body firmly planted. He didn’t rush as he caressed and sucked every fold and inch of my core. I looked down, wanting to catch a glimpse of his beautiful face between my legs, and I was met with his blue eyes staring at me. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he brought my body to the point of release. My body glistened as every muscle tensed.

“Please,” I moaned. I was wound so tight; I sat at the tipping point and needed just a little bit more to tip me over the edge. I released the sheets and pinched my nipple between my fingers, rolling it back and forth. His eyes grew wide as he watched my fingers move against my skin.

The orgasm ripped through me, stopping my breath; I was paralyzed through the explosion of sensations. He moaned and lapped at my body as I screamed something that wasn’t audible to my ears. My heart thundered in my chest as I tried to catch my breath. I opened my eyes to a very happy looking man.

“Sexy as fuck, sugar. Watching you touch yourself, coming on my tongue, and babbling all kinds of incoherent shit—priceless. You made me hard again. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

City ripped open the condom wrapper before settling between my legs. The piercing nudged my insides, causing my body to tighten. I felt the pressure building inside my core as he pumped inside of me. He cradled my ass with his hand, and my world exploded around him—and he followed me over the edge.

Multiple orgasms had always been a myth, something I read about in books, but with him they were a reality. What had started as a journey of lust and carnal exploits had now turned into something more. I saw the man behind the muscles, tattoos, and piercings, and I didn’t want to let him go. I didn’t want to be Suzy Q, the goody two-shoes anymore. I wanted to be a woman that could let her hair down and be who I wanted instead of what everyone expected.

I wanted to do something that I’d enjoy, or at least I hoped I would. City would freak out if I told him what I had planned. I kept it a secret. I contacted Mikey to see if he’d help me pull it off.