Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
The raven-haired girl moans as I yank her head back. A real porn-star moan. Why do they always think we want to fuck a porn star?
“Pick a safe word,” I demand.
When the girl doesn’t answer me right away, I repeat myself. “Pick a safe word.”
I always make them pick a safe word. Some of them assume they don’t need one, but they do. I’m rough. Way more aggressive than they could imagine. Most of them think Iggy is going to leave their bodies used and broken because he’s outgoing and flirtatious, but they’re wrong. Degradation, primal, and breath play are what I bring to the table. When I’m taking control, manipulating their bodies, and forcing them to the brink, the voices quiet. In those brief moments of carnal manipulation, I’m not scared or frustrated. I focus my mind on the task at hand. It’s the same feeling I get when I’m onstage. I have control and I’m worthy. Maybe that’s why I never say no to sex. It fills the broken cracks in the framework of my weak mind.
“Red,” the girl whispers in a husky tone. She’s trying to sound sexy, putting on a fake jazz singer's voice. They always lay it on thick.
“Get on your knees,” I rasp.
CHAPTER 3
Iggy
The sun seeps into the tour bus in a burst of obnoxious light. I forgot to pull down the shades last night and now I’m paying for it.
A groan escapes my lips as I turn and witness my limbs tangled in bed, not with some random girl but my best friend. Us being naked in bed together isn’t new. Marley and I are the band whores. We like to fuck, and most of the time we like to fuck together. What’s new is that my limbs are all twisted around him and the girl that should've been between us is missing.
My cock throbs as I take in his naked state and all the intricate designs etched on his sculpted form, vibrant tattoos on his neck that crawl all the way across his body. There isn’t an inch of Marley that’s not covered with artwork. But what has me frozen is his thick cock standing at attention, decorated with multiple piercings. Piercings that when they’d rubbed up against my cock had me seeing visions of the divine.
Fuck.
For months now, all I’ve been doing is staring at my best friend the way I should look at the chicks we fuck together. It’s gotten to the point now that I want to only fuck women to see him naked. Last week I tried to fuck solo, but I couldn’t get hard. I had to take a Viagra to fuck her. Can’t have her flapping her mouth about Striker not being able to get it up. I would’ve gone to see a doctor, but when I saw Marley naked, getting out of the shower, my cock was so hard I was sure it turned into steel. So obviously it wasn’t a problem with my dick, it was a problem with whom it wanted to fuck. Last night proved with no doubt exactly how much my cock wants Marley Banks.
“That’s it. Relax your throat and take it all the way,” Marley said. He was being gentle with her. He was never gentle.
That was what I loved about fucking with him. It was a turn-on witnessing him come undone in the bedroom. Normally Marley was so wound up, his whole demeanor controlled and fabricated. The only time I witnessed his animalistic side was when he was balls deep in some random chick. It was also the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I even wished I was the girl being held down, gagging. Which was fucked up because I’d never sucked a dick before, nor had I ever wanted to. I’d fucked guys, but it was more of me fuckin’ their ass. A hole is a hole, after all.
The girl, I think her name was Greta—or Girdle. Fuck, let’s call her G, was sucking Marley down like she was a Hoover and his cock was something hard to pick up off the floor. The thing that was fuckin’ wild was that Marley didn't even care to look at her. Instead, his eyes were on me as I had my cock rammed deep into her sopping cunt. At least she was enjoying herself.
I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to control the raging emotions that were bouncing in my mind. I’d popped a Molly, needing to have it as an excuse to remove the barrier. As the pill dissolved on my tongue, I knew it’d give me the excuse I needed. Tomorrow I could condone everything because of the yellow pill with a star stamped on it.
Marley pulled her off him with the help of her long dark hair, and I swear the chick just groaned in frustration.