Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(173)

She stared at me. “Did you?”

“No,” I said simply. “But the fact that they’d accuse me is bad. Things aren’t exactly good between us and the Rebels right now.”

“Caralee said the same thing.”

I nodded. “It’s obvious. We never liked the Rebels and they never liked us. You start pushing us together, well, shit happens.”

“My marriage was supposed to fix that.”

“It’s not.”

She stared at me. “What am I supposed to do?”

I pushed off the wall and moved toward her. “You want me to tell you what to do?”

“Sure,” she said softly. “You’re good at it.”

“You don’t want that,” I said. “I might tell you to do something f*cking stupid.”

“Maybe you would.”

I stopped in front of her and stared down at her. “I might tell you to feel how f*cking hard my cock is right now just thinking about your dripping *.”

She stared up at me, her mouth hanging slightly open, and then reached her hand out.

She found my cock, hard as f*ck in my jeans, and slowly began to stroke it.

“What else?” she asked.

“I might tell you to unbuckle my belt.”

She did as she was told, slowly sliding the leather out from the metal. She pulled it gently, tugging it off the loops, and tossed it aside.

“And I might tell you to take your shirt off,” I said.

She pulled it off her body without hesitating, tossing it aside. I could see her breathing deeply as I watched her full breasts rise and fall. My own heart was pounding. I knew this was f*cking stupid, but she was so f*cking gorgeous. I needed that right now, needed her, after all the shit that had happened.

She kissed my hard abs and put her hands on either side of my hips. I grunted, grinning down at her.

“Now I’d tell you to take off my f*cking jeans.”

“Would you?” She smiled and unbuttoned the fly, pulling it open. She gently tugged my pants down over my hips, kissing down toward the band of my boxer briefs. I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them away.

She reached up and began to stroke my hard cock, her mouth hanging open in a small smile. “What now?” she asked.

“Fuck,” I said, bending forward and taking her by the hair. “I’d tell you to f*cking kiss me.”

And she did, pressing her mouth against mine, kissing me hard. I held her there like that as she stroked my length, kissing me, her tongue pressing against mine. I loved her taste, the way she felt. It drove me f*cking crazy the way she worked me, looked at me, smiled with that look in her eyes.

I pulled back slightly. “Now you’ll slide my f*cking underwear off, take my hard cock, and suck it like you can’t live without a big dick between your lips,” I whispered in her ear.

She didn’t hesitate. She yanked down my boxer briefs, letting me kick them aside, and took my hard cock in her hand. She began to stroke me at first, licking her hand and then sliding it up and down my hard shaft. Then she leaned forward and slowly licked my cock bottom to top.

“Take that f*cking cock in your mouth,” I said.

The anticipation was driving me f*cking wild. She slowly slid my cock into her mouth, taking the tip deep and sucking hard. She began to work me like that, sucking me hard and letting her hand trail along, working me.

“Fuck that mouth,” I said. “You’re f*cking incredible at that.”

She began to suck me faster, harder, working her hand along my shaft. I loved watching her body move as she sucked me, her pretty mouth taking my thick cock, her lips working around my skin. Fire flowed through my veins, driving my mind wild, pushing out any thoughts or fears. I could focus only on her body, her mouth sucking me hard.

She moaned softly as I reached down and felt her full breasts.

“I’d tell you to suck that cock harder, girl,” I said. “Take that f*cking dick down your throat.”

She moaned and pressed my cock deep into her mouth, taking me as much as she could. I took the back of her head and pressed, gently but firmly, going wild as my cock slid into her throat. She let me f*ck her mouth like that, and I groaned, loving the feeling of my dick in her mouth, loving how she moaned with my cock down her throat.

I slid it back and she groaned. She stared up at me, lust in her eyes, as she used her spit to jerk my cock off. I watched as a line fell down onto her full breasts, and I reached down, feeling her spit on her tits, rubbing it in to tease her nipple.

She groaned as I pressed my cock back into her mouth. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I said. “I love when you let yourself go, when you f*cking suck that cock like there’s nothing else in this world. You drive me f*cking wild.”

She responded by using both of her hands to jerk my cock off as she sucked the tip, moving her head side to side, rolling her tongue along my tip. Her mouth moved all around the tip, her lips sucking hard as she slid my cock in and out of her throat.

She moved her hands and sucked my cock, her hands on my legs, letting my cock slide in and out of her throat. She sucked me hard like that, working back and forth.

“Fuck, I love to watch that big cock disappear down your throat,” I said. I pressed her head down again, sliding my dick into her throat.

“God you f*cking drive me insane,” I said. I pulled her head back, and my cock left her mouth with a slight pop. She looked up at me desperately as I pushed her back onto the couch, dropping to my knees.