The Rooster Club, The Best Cocks In Town

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You know who they are, those guys in the club.  Yeah, the ones who all the men want to be, and all the women want to fuck.

We love to hate them.

This is the story of one special group, The Rooster Club.

Listen to their story, how they rose to the pinnacle of their celebrityism, the wild ride on that wave of decadence and debauchery, and how they crashed and burned.

The story of their king, the one man above all others.  What made him who he was, what fueled his desires and passions, and what finally almost destroyed him, only to rise up from the ashes, to where he belonged.

On top.

Excerpt:

This was their dominion, the seeds of ownership had already been laid.

But it was him. He was the king and this was his court. His power was as clear as the clothes he wore on his perfect body. He moved with grace and confidence. And he was beautiful.

I began to sweat and shake and I knew my mouth was hanging open. That’s when he saw me. A slow, gradual smile lifted the corners of those lusciously full lips.

My world just exploded and had completely been rocked.

He moved towards me, I had never seen a man move as smoothly as he did. He was a shark, gliding perfectly, hypnotically dangerous and intimidating, and he was coming in for the kill.

I was so fucked.

He slipped his hand onto the curve of my back and began to lead me away from everyone. That touch claimed me, possessed me, pulled me completely to him.

The erotic beat of the song wrapped itself around us. We began to move together, his hands sliding over my body, burning me, taking me, owning me. My soul melted into him, drugged by the trance of the spell taking over us. Our bodies clung to each other, yearning and hungry for more. I slowly turned in his arms as my back pressed into him, and my arms reached up to pull his face to me. He buried himself in my neck, his lips grazing my hot flesh, as his hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer. I could hear the unintelligible murmurings of desire spill from his lips.

That fueled the fire burning inside me. My head fell back against his chest as I let myself go. He was making love to me, right here, right now. I felt it penetrating the deepest parts of me. It was hot and sultry, the way he moved me against him, with him, seeping inside of me, putting me right where I needed to be to feel him completely, as he consumed me with his hands, his mouth, and his body. This was bliss, and I wanted it all.

I was lost.

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Here’s another little teaser:

Now

I met Michael in 1985, I was 16 years old, he was…the most incredible man I’d ever seen.

We weren’t children anymore. We each had a life, obligations, and commitments. But right now, right here, in this moment, it was only us and that magic that was pulling us together.

“There won’t be one inch of your body that I won’t intimately know before I’m finished with you tonight, Natalie. Not one inch of skin that won’t be mine.”

And that was the truth, the sad truth from the first day I met him. I was always his.

His mouth finally bent to take a hungry point in it. My soul cried out, ‘Halleluhia!’ as the delicious drug of desire flamed through me, and I began to soar.

He licked, sucked, and lavished my breasts, feasting on them slowly and thoroughly until I thought I was going to cum. My hands touched every inch of his body they could reach. I needed to consume him somehow, my hunger for him was so intense.   He made good on his promise to know my body as his mouth touched me all over, my arms, my stomach, my legs, everywhere, as he removed the last pieces of my clothes slowly and deliciously. When he finally came to rest between my thighs with his face poised seductively above my sex, I knew I was dripping for him.

“I love how you smell,” he murmured before he lowered himself and took a long, slow swipe over my folds, his tongue flat against me, before flicking my clit with it.

I shuddered with the force of it and cried out.

His hands clamped onto my thighs and pushed them apart as he began to suck me, plunging his tongue deep inside. He knew what he was doing, pushing me to the brink of falling, then pulling me back. My hands clasped his head as my back arched into him. I needed more, I needed him. I needed it all.

Taking my throbbing clit between his lips, he rolled it around and flicked it mercilessly with his tongue.

Tremors started to rock my body as the explosion began inside me and surged through every part of me. Fireworks shot off behind my eyes and I cried out his name. It was magnificent. But I still needed to have him, needed him to be a part of me, inside me, taking me completely.

When I came down, my hands sifting his hair between my fingers, still trembling from my orgasm, I whispered, “I want to taste you, Michael.”

I wanted to fill all my senses with him, have his taste still lingering on my tongue, the feel of his skin a whisper on my fingertips, his smell swirling around my mind. I wanted everything that was him in each corner of my memory.

“The Shower”

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The shower curtain was clear. I could see the white bubbles travel down Michael’s deliciously tan frame, and the image of his sculpted body shot heat through my body.

“And just who in the hell do you think you are, Michael?” I asked him, as the blurry sight of him through the plastic was enough to begin to melt my anger.

Michael ripped the curtain aside. He stood under the cascade of water as it ran over the contours and dips of his body. I was speechless as I stared at him, glorious, and naked, and wet in front of me. He was starting to get hard and I couldn’t tear my eyes from him, watching it grow tall and thick in front of me. My body reacted to him instinctually, pulsing and clenching with need.

“You know who the fuck I am, Natalie,” he yelled.

Michael took one step out of the shower and grabbed me, pulling me under the water with him. He pressed me against the wall, his wet, bare body against my still clothed one, as the water began to drench me. His mouth possessed me with such ferocity and such primal need, I couldn’t breathe. He began to rip the clothes from my body, peeling them off me piece by piece. Each inch of my flesh that was bared to him, he marked with his mouth and his teeth, leaving a trail of love bites across my hot skin. I pulled his hair and raked my nails down his back, answering the animal inside him.

“You’re mine, Natalie,” he growled. “I don’t give a fuck where we are, you will always be mine.”

“That’s not fair,” I choked out. Drops ran down my cheeks, I didn’t know if they were tears or water, the depth of what was overcoming me was so strong.

“It fucking sucks, but that’s the truth, and you know it,” he whispered huskily against my neck, as his teeth gently pulled the tendon between it.

“I hate you,” I moaned, as I pulled his lip with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth.

“I know,” he gritted out, pushing me hard against the tiled wall, my now naked body pushing back into his.

His finger was plunging deep inside me, fucking me furiously, as he let the jealousy he was filled with last night take over, pouring it into me. He rubbed the heel of his palm on my clit as my walls began to grab at him tightly.

“I hate you so fucking much,” I whispered into his mouth, sucking the air from him, needing to fill myself with all of him.

“Oh God, baby, I know,” he murmured tormented, his voice laced with anguish. His mouth ravaged mine as his hand fucked me without abandon.

I came in a violent rush, screaming my love for him in words of hate. He swallowed it, taking everything from inside me with it.

He plunged his cock into my depths, hard and deep, as he wrapped my legs around his waist, and grabbed hold of my ass. He pounded into me like a man starved, crazed and maniacal.

Michael never needed to own anyone like he needed to own Natalie at that moment. He needed to bury himself so far, so deeply, inside of her, that a piece of him would always be there. She was his, for the rest of his life, even though he knew he would never have her.

He was a selfish man. But he didn’t care.

All that mattered was that she knew it.

Everything inside him exploded, bursting into a million beautiful pieces, screaming and spiraling and joining with her.

Her soul rocked with the force of it, as the sobs racked her body.

He had succeeded in embedding himself in her soul…forever.

He didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. His touch grew gentle and tender as he made love to her, this time with all of the love, all of the need he had inside him.

And when they spiraled into that sweet toxic bliss, they were one.

For that moment.

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