Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(100)

“Oh my god, I’m so close,” she whispered.

“Take that thick cock. I love f*cking you like this, making your body mine. I love grabbing this f*cking ass while I take your cunt.”

“Keep going,” she whispered.

“I love making this * mine. You’re so f*cking wet, and you take my big cock like you f*cking need it. God I love this f*cking body, you dirty girl. I love your perfect cunt.”

I rubbed her clit again, f*cking her harder, faster. Her hips moved with me, bucking back against me. We were beginning to get louder, forgetting about the kid, and that was fine.

She was close, and we both knew it. Small, choked moans came from her while she struggled to stay quiet. It was driving me f*cking wild that she worked so hard to keep silent as I f*cked her * rough and deep.

My fingers kept working her clit, her soaking wet * taking my cock, as I f*cked her rough.

I felt her whole body stiffen.

“Oh shit, Vince,” she moaned. “I’m coming. Oh my god, I’m coming.”

I began to f*ck her with wild abandon, thrusting deep and rough. I didn’t hold back anymore as she came, her whole body tensing. Her moans were soft as her whole body tensed. I could feel her * gripping my cock as she came.

And I f*cked her like an animal. That shit drove me absolutely wild. I loved that she was taking my cock, coming on my big dick while she worked so hard to stay quiet. She did what I wanted her to because her cunt was mine, my f*cking tight * to f*ck.

It tipped me over the edge, watching her come so silently. I grunted as the orgasm took over me too, and I came deep inside her *.

I thrust deep, hard, coming fire inside her tight *. My mind was nothing but pleasure, pure f*cking bliss, and Kaley’s body ringing through my brain.

“Fuck,” I grunted as both our orgasms slowed. “Oh f*ck, Kaley.”

“Vince,” she gasped.

“That was f*cking good,” I whispered in her ear, and she laughed.

“Yeah, it was. Oh shit.”

Across the room, Alexei started to cry.

“Guess we woke him up after all,” I said, grinning.

“Your fault,” she said. “I was being quiet.”

“No, you weren’t.” I stepped back and away from her, sliding myself out of her *. “You were moaning like you couldn’t think.”

“I couldn’t think, that’s true,” she said, laughing. She pulled her shorts on quickly and then walked over to Alexei, picking him up and rocking him.

I pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash and then got dressed.

That girl was too f*cking much. I couldn’t even stop myself from f*cking her right there in the living room, maybe fifteen feet away from our baby.

My baby, my baby’s mother. I watched her talk softly to Alexei, her face flushed, her hair messy, and she looked so f*cking beautiful. It was strange, the feeling in my chest. I’d never felt that way about a woman before, never wanted to just watch her with a smile on my face before.

And yet as she rocked Alexei, that was all I wanted, just to sit there and watch the two of them.

It was f*cking strange as hell.

I shook my head. “I’ll leave you to it,” I said.

She nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“I have some work to do. I’ll come back later.”

“Okay.”

I gave her a look and then walked over and kissed Alexei on the head.

I couldn’t read her face as I turned and left the room.

I didn’t know what the f*ck I was doing, kissing babies. It wasn’t me, wasn’t like me at all, and yet there I was wanting nothing more than to kiss that f*cking baby and then f*ck his mother until she couldn’t stand.

The whole thing was insane. I needed to get my head right for this war, not obsess about some baby.

Yet as I headed back to my office, I couldn’t help but think about Kaley’s sweet * wrapped around my hard dick.





25





Kaley





Vince didn’t come back at all that day.

I hadn’t really expected him to. He’d left pretty fast after we were finished f*cking, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’d been trying to get away from me.

But it didn’t matter either way. I was trying not to care about any of that, about what Vince was or was not thinking. The only thing I needed was for Alexei to be safe, and beyond that I couldn’t let myself worry.

The next morning, I got my usual breakfast. Sonya came by early and picked up Alexei, saying that I needed a break. I suspected that someone in the family had sent her, though she never admitted to that.

So while I hated that someone was taking Alexei, I knew he was in goods hands with Sonya. The Italians were mobsters, not monsters; they wouldn’t hurt a little baby. I let myself relax in the quiet of the morning, sipping a single cup of coffee and eating breakfast.

It was a simple luxury I knew not many single mothers got. So few of us got the chance to sit down and enjoy a quiet meal, and I tried my best to really feel present and to enjoy it. Being a mother was a full-time job, and so many mothers had to work another job on top of that.

Which was exactly why I was trying not to think about Vince or about the war. I didn’t want to waste my very rare quiet time on worries that wouldn’t help anything or anyone.