Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(152)

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Clutch





I woke up early and put on some coffee.

Janine was still asleep, or maybe she was just still hiding in her room. That was fine with me either way. I still had the taste of her delicious * on my lips, still had the memory of her body getting worked under my hands in my mind. She could pretend like that was some mistake, like she didn’t really want it or some shit, but her body told a different story.

The girl couldn’t get enough of it. I’d only given her a taste of what I could do if she finally just gave in and admitted that she wanted me to f*ck her until she screamed. I wasn’t about to push it too hard, not yet, not when there was so much at stake.

She needed to figure out what she wanted herself. I could take her at any time, and f*ck, I already had. But I needed her to beg for it before I really let her have what she really wanted.

After an hour I heard her stirring in her room. She went into the bathroom and started the shower. I smiled to myself and drank my second cup of coffee. She was avoiding me, but that was fine. She probably had a wet dream all about my thick, hard cock sliding into that tight, delicious little * of hers.

I watched TV, feeling pretty bored, while she got ready for work. Finally, after a half hour of silence, she walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning, princess,” I said. “Have sweet dreams?”

She stared at me for a second, and I could have sworn she was blushing. “I slept fine, thanks.”

I smirked. “What’s our plan for today?”

“I’m going to work,” she said, getting some coffee. “I assume you’re following me.”

“That’s the job,” I said. “Don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy having me around.”

“Been a real blast so far,” she said.

“Seemed to enjoy yourself last night.”

She gaped at me.

I laughed and stood up. “What, we’re not talking about that?” I asked.

“I thought it would be better if we didn’t,” she said, gathering herself.

“I’m not the type to pretend,” I said. “I’d rather just tell you how I was dreaming about that tasty little cunt all night long out here.”

“Okay,” she said, drinking her coffee.

“I’m glad you’re good with that.”

“Not like you’ll stop.”

“More like you want me to keep going.”

“We can’t keep doing this, Clutch,” she said.

“I think we can.” I stood near her, smirking, my cock hard, excitement pulsing in my veins. “I think we can do exactly what you want.”

“Take me to work,” she said simply.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

She walked past me, brushing against me slightly, and that just sent more fire through my body. I followed her out the door, smirking to myself.



“Okay, princess,” I said to her as we walked up toward the diner, “I leave you here.”

She stopped, cocking her head. “You’re not staying?”

“Not today. Got a pledge coming to watch over you.”

“Oh,” she said, and I savored that disappointment.

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting some clothes from my place. Slip will take good care of you.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Have a good day.”

She just turned and walked off, and I watched her go.

I got back on my bike and headed home. Slip was already inside; I’d noticed his bike parked alongside the diner when we pulled in. I needed the afternoon to check in with the club and to grab some new clothes, since I was feeling pretty f*cking grungy by that point.

Once in my apartment, I got into the shower. The warm water washed down my skin, and I couldn’t help but let my thoughts drift over to Janine.

I pictured her lying on that bed, looking up at me, biting her lip, her hand between her legs. She knew what she was doing as soon as she started touching herself with me in the other room, and in that moment, we both knew what she wanted.

My cock was hard in the shower as I thought about pulling her toward me, pressing open her legs, and sucking at her sweet clit until she moaned my name. I began to stroke myself in the shower, jerking off my long, thick cock.

The way she moved under my hands as I held her down, her cunt pressed against my mouth, it drove me crazy. I love the way she tasted, everything about her, the way she moaned and moved as I licked and sucked her. She knew what I could do to her body, and she was starving for it.

That was why she’d decided to touch herself in the first place. She wanted me to catch her and suck that sweet * until she came.

I wanted her, felt close to her in a way I hadn’t experienced, but I couldn’t cross that f*cking line. Sure, I ate her * until she came, and we both loved it, but I wanted more than that, wanted her to give herself to me, body and all. We both knew she couldn’t, not anymore.

I kept working myself, jerking faster and faster as pleasure ran through my veins. I wanted to f*ck that tight * rough and deep, make her take my cock like the dirty girl she was, make her become mine. She was fiery and tough, and I wanted to f*cking tame her, make her mine.