Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(150)

She disappeared into her bedroom without a word.

“Well shit,” I said, sitting down on my couch. “Guess it’s just you and me tonight, couch.”

But after ten minutes of watching some shitty action movie on television, I couldn’t take that shit anymore. Annoyed, I got up off the couch and went over to her bedroom door.

I knocked once and then pushed it open.

She looked up at me, shock clear on her face.

Janine was lying on her bed wearing only a long white T-shirt cut low. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were hard, standing out from the thin cotton.

And her hand was between her legs.

My cock was instantly hard as I realized what she was doing.

“Clutch,” she said, staring at me.

But she didn’t ask me to leave.

I didn’t say a word. I just walked over to her and grabbed her hips, yanking her toward me. She spread her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I thought this was a mistake,” she said.

“Mistake or not, I’m taking what I want.”

I kissed her hard.





15





Janine





I didn’t have time to tell him not to come in.

Or maybe I just didn’t want to.

But as soon as he was standing there staring at me, I knew I wasn’t turning back. I’d had my hand between my legs, just starting to rub my soaked clit while thinking about Clutch’s strong body, and then suddenly he showed up.

I wasn’t saying no; I wasn’t telling him to leave. Part of me knew that I should, but I couldn’t. He just walked over to me and pulled me toward him.

When he kissed me, it drove my whole body absolutely wild.

I had been wet already from touching myself a little and from thinking about him, but I was absolutely soaking wet the second his strong hands grabbed me and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

He kissed me hard, and I pushed away all those negative thoughts, every part of me that knew this was a mistake. I pushed it all away and kissed him back, letting my tongue touch his, passion rolling through my body.

His lips found my neck, my mouth. “What were you thinking about?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You were thinking about my f*cking cock,” he said. “You were thinking about sliding that tight cunt down my cock, moaning my name, coming hard and fast.”

“No,” I lied.

“You were rubbing that little * of yours and thinking about me just in the other room.” I felt his hands run down my body and press between my legs. I gasped as he touched my clit. “You’re absolutely dripping, you dirty girl. You must really like imagining how I’d f*ck you.”

“Oh shit, Clutch,” I groaned.

“That’s right,” he said. “Say my f*cking name. You don’t have to imagine it anymore.”

His fingers moved along my clit, sliding along my skin and rolling along me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I groaned as he slid his fingers inside me, f*cking my *, moving in deeper.

“Fuck, Janine. Your tight cunt is perfect,” he said. “Everything about you drives me f*cking insane.”

“Clutch, that feels good, right there,” I moaned.

I could practically feel his grin. “You want me to keep doing that?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He stopped and kissed my mouth. I groaned, pulling at him.

“Oh, you want this again?” he teased.

“Don’t,” I said.

He laughed and pressed his fingers back inside me, moving deep in and out. I groaned, spreading my legs wider, and leaned back on my hands. He kissed my neck, f*cking my *, rolling his fingers out along my clit and back inside me.

“This body was built for sex,” he whispered. “Every inch of you was made to take this cock.”

I was losing myself in the blissful intensity as he pushed me to the edge. He kept working my * with his fingers, whispering in my ear.

“Your tight * is begging to get f*cked; you know that? You want to get filled up by some dangerous cock. I know you want this big, bad dick.”

“Just don’t stop,” I said.

“I can’t stop. Once I get a taste of this cunt, I can’t ever stop.”

He suddenly grabbed my shirt and pulled it off me, tossing it aside. My hair spilled down around my shoulders as he kissed my chest, teased my nipples, and found my clit again with his fingers.

“God, this f*cking body,” he said. “I want to see you sweat. I want to watch you come.”

He pushed me back, moving my hands out from behind me. He moved on top of me, pinning me down, and kissed my neck.

“Are you worried?” he asked.

“About what?”

“That once you get a taste of what I can do to you, maybe you’ll never be able to give it up.”

I gasped as his fingers pressed inside me, my back arching.

Yes, I wanted to say yes. I was afraid. I was afraid that I already knew I couldn’t stop myself around him, even when I needed to control it.

But I couldn’t say that. Instead, I just moaned his name as his lips moved down my body, toward my stomach.

“You’re terrified that I can make you come as easy as breathing,” he said. “And truth is, I can. I know how to work your body, Janine, and you’ll never forget it.”