Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(104)

He pressed me back, up against a filing cabinet, pinning my hands to either side of me. He kissed me hard, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his lips traveled down my neck.

“You act like you hate me,” he said, “but really, you just want my thick cock between your legs.”

“Bastard,” I said, but he was right.

“Good. Go ahead. Get it out of your system.”

“Bastard. You’re such an *.”

He kissed my lips again, and I moaned softly, pushing myself against him.

He let go of one wrist and began to unbutton my shorts. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his hand down my panties, pressing his fingers against my soaked clit.

“God, you’re f*cking wet for me,” he said. “You can call me what you want, but this f*cking cunt doesn’t lie.”

“I’m wet, but you’re still a bastard.”

He grinned, slipping his fingers deep inside me. I gasped and groaned.

“Yeah, I’m a f*cking bastard,” he said. “And you can’t help yourself around me.”

“Shit,” I moaned.

His fingers pressed deep inside me and then slipped back out, finding my soaked clit with rough circles. He kissed me again fiercely, and I gave myself over to him completely.

The anger was still there, but it was tempered by pure desire. I wanted him to f*ck me so hard, f*ck me rough, make me forget about all this awful crap. I knew that he could make me feel good, make me feel amazing, and I was ready to let him.

I grabbed his hair with my free hand and pulled. He grunted, smiling, as he pressed his fingers deep inside me. I gasped and grabbed harder.

“You want this rough?” he grunted. “You want to f*cking play?”

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck me rough, Vince. Show me how much of a bastard you are.”

He laughed and released my other hand. He yanked my shorts and panties down. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

He reached back between my legs and began to f*ck my * with his fingers. I grabbed his hair with both hands and held on as he f*cked me with his fingers, rolling back toward my clit. I moaned, loving it.

“That’s right, girl,” he said. “Give in to it. You know what you really f*cking want.”

“What?” I gasped.

“You want me. You always have.”

He pulled his fingers out and pulled my shirt off. I let go of his hair as he tossed the shirt aside. He quickly unbuckled his belt and then reached into his pocket, grabbing a condom. He grinned as he looked at me and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles.

I grabbed his cock and began to stroke him, biting my lip. I was wearing only my bra in his office, and although someone could walk in, I didn’t care. I just wanted his rough hands all over my body, his thick cock deep between my legs.

He pushed me back against the cabinet roughly, and I gasped. He grinned as he opened the condom and rolled it down over his cock.

“You f*cking little princess,” he said. “You sure you want this cock?”

“Fuck me, Vince,” I said. “Don’t be nice.”

He laughed as he stepped toward me. He grabbed my hair hard, tipping my head back and kissing my neck. His fingers f*cked me again roughly, and I moaned, loving the way he handled me.

Suddenly he reached down and hooked his arms around my legs. He lifted me up and pressed my back against the cabinet. I wrapped my arms around his neck with a gasp, shocked by how easily he lifted me.

He grinned as he slowly lowered me down, my legs spread wide. His cock pressed deep inside my *, spreading me wide open, filling my every inch.

“Fuck,” he said. “Your * is like f*cking magic.”

“Come on, Vince,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

He began to thrust into me. His arms held me pressed against the cabinet as he f*cked me, not bothering to be gentle. He f*cked me rough and hard, holding me there.

His cock thrust deep inside me as he grunted his pleasure.

“You dirty f*cking girl,” he said. “Take that big cock. I want to f*ck you until you scream.”

I grabbed his hair again, holding it tight as he kept f*cking me hard. I couldn’t believe the strength in his arms as he held me there, his cock thrusting hard inside me. Pleasure blew through me, filling my every inch as his cock continued pushing hard into my soaked *.

“Fuck me harder,” I moaned.

He responded by thrusting deep and rough. “You like that?”

“Fuck me, you bastard.”

He laughed and f*cked me harder, rougher, his cock thrusting deep into me. I was still so angry, but I wanted him, his cock f*cking me deep and rough. The anger mixed with the pleasure was driving me wild, and all I wanted was for him to f*ck me rough and hard.

He stepped back, lifting me up and setting me back down on my feet. I gasped as he pulled me around, pushing me toward his desk. He bent me over the desk, spreading my legs wide. He slapped my ass hard as I pressed my face down, gripping the side of his desk.

“That’s what I f*cking like,” he said, grabbing my hips. “This f*cking soaked * ready for me.”

He thrust himself deep inside me. My soaked * took him easily, and I moaned as he slapped my ass again, harder.

“Come on, *,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”