Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(160)

I pulled back, looking up at him as I slowly sucked his tip, my hand running down over his skin. He groaned, shaking his head.

“Fuck those pretty eyes,” he said. “I could look at you sucking that cock all day long.”

I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a slight pop. He groaned as I went back at him. I surprised myself with my own hunger for him and how easily I lost myself sucking his cock, how badly I wanted to make him come thick down my throat.

But before I could get him there, he stepped back and grabbed my arm. He pushed me deeper into the room and up against the couch. He turned me around and spread my legs wide.

“Stay,” he said.

“Clutch,” I moaned as he walked toward his pants. He fished something from his jeans and walked over. He ripped open the condom and slowly rolled it down over his cock, all the while making me stand there, watching him. My * was dripping wet, and I could hardly stand the anticipation of it.

He pressed himself up against me from behind and whispered in my ear. “You want this cock inside you?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I need it. I’ve been needing it.”

“Beg for it,” he commanded.

“Please, Clutch. Fuck me. Fuck my *.”

He grabbed my hips and pressed his cock against my *. “Again,” he commanded.

“Please,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Clutch, I need your cock.”

He pressed himself deep inside me then, sliding along my slick *.

Pleasure exploded through my mind. His cock was thick and long and filled my every inch. I couldn’t believe I could take him, but I did, and he filled me perfectly.

“Ah f*ck,” he groaned. “This tight * is exactly what I knew it would be: slick and f*cking incredible.”

I moaned, holding on to the back of the couch, as he slowly began to slide in and out of me. He spread my legs wider, and I knocked something off the table that was pressed against the back of the couch, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was him f*cking me and how badly I needed it.

He began to thrust faster, harder, deeper. He pressed himself against me and kissed my back, my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling it back.

“You want me to f*ck this tight *?” he groaned.

“Fuck me rough, Clutch,” I begged.

He laughed and slapped my ass. “That’s my girl,” he said. “You like it hard and rough, don’t you?”

“Go ahead,” I groaned. “Find out.”

“You dirty girl.” He pulled my hair back roughly and began to f*ck me strong, hard, thrusting his thick cock between my legs.

I loved it. I loved the way he grabbed me, held me, pulled my hair. He slapped my ass again, hard, and I moaned. I realized I couldn’t stop my moans, couldn’t hold anything back. He thrust deep inside me, in and out, his heavy cock slamming into my tight *.

And I took him. I loved the feeling of his cock thrusting hard into my *, slamming into my tight spot. The slap of skin against skin drove me wild as he slapped my ass again, hard. I moaned his name and began to rock my hips back against him.

“Work that ass,” he grunted. “Take my f*cking cock, girl.” He f*cked me hard, rough, like an animal.

I moaned over and over. “Oh my god, Clutch. You feel so good,” I said.

“You light a f*cking fire in my veins,” he replied. “This tight cunt is like a f*cking glove around my cock.”

He pressed himself deep and wrapped a hand around me to rub my clit. I worked my hips against him as he found my clit with his rough, practiced fingers. He f*cked me from behind, rubbed my clit, and I couldn’t move a muscle as he worked me. I moaned loudly, groaning with wild abandon, absolutely lost in his cock savagely working my *.

I could feel the orgasm coming on just then. I could feel it building and building, and I began to moan louder, began to work my hips faster.

“You close?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Clutch, f*ck, I’m close.”

He suddenly stopped and pulled out.

I gasped, shocked. “I didn’t say you could come,” he said.

“Clutch!”

He grabbed me by the hips and dragged me across the room, practically carrying me. He shoved some papers and books off the kitchen table and then lifted me up and placed me down. He shoved me back and pulled my hips to the edge of the table.

He stood in front of me and slid his thick cock deep between my legs as I lay on the table, my legs spread wide.

“I want to see that pretty f*cking face while you come,” he said.

“Shit,” I gasped. “Clutch.” He began to f*ck me hard, deep, his cock pressing in at a new angle. The pleasure was absolutely incredible. His thumb found my clit.

He grabbed my breast with his free hand as he f*cked me like that. I could see his strong chest, dripping sweat, just like I was. He f*cked me rough and deep, working my clit. I had to reach up and steady myself on the table edge as he f*cked me harder, harder, animal-like and savage, working deep into my *.

“That’s right, girl,” he grunted. “You take that cock. You come on my f*cking big dick.”

“Clutch,” I moaned. “Fill me. Fuck me. Please.”

He worked me harder, and I began to roll my hips in time with him, getting lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the pleasure just one long, deep wave of mind-bending need. It washed me and filled me, his thick cock thrusting in and out of my soaking-wet cunt.