Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(175)

She gasped as I took her hips, standing behind her, and pressed my cock deep inside her. I began to f*ck her rough like that from behind, slamming my cock inside her tight little *. She wanted it rough, so I was going to give it to her rough.

I slapped her ass hard, and she gasped, moaning loudly, gripping the couch. “You f*cking like that, girl?” I asked, slapping her ass again.

“Oh my god,” she groaned. “Please. Don’t stop.

I grabbed her hair, tipping her chin back. “That’s right,” I said. “Beg for this cock. I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t breathe. Fucking beg for it.”

“Clutch,” she moaned over and over as I f*cked her rough, slapped her ass, pulled her hair. I f*cked her mindlessly, pleasure rocking through my body.

I needed to f*ck her tight * hard and rough, because she took away all that shit with the club and worse. She sucked all that f*cking dry as I f*cked her like an animal, my cock sliding deep inside her tight, delicious little *.

I reached around and began to rub her clit as I f*cked her, deep and hard, clean thrusts slapping skin against skin. She tossed her head back, her hips rolling with my pace, riding my cock. She pressed against the back of the couch, shoving her ass back against me, taking my thick cock.

“Oh god, I’m coming,” she moaned. “Oh f*ck, Clutch. Fuck me hard.”

I f*cked her rough and deep as her whole body tensed. I grabbed her hips and held her hard as I kept f*cking her through her orgasm. Her whole body tensed, and she moaned loudly, her hips rocking, writhing against my hard cock. She moaned my name again and again, out of her mind as the orgasm took her.

And that sexy way she said my name just pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t f*cking take it anymore as I slammed my cock deep into her tight cunt. I came, filling her up with my cock and my cum, pushing myself deep inside her.

I grunted and groaned as she moaned for me over and over, our bodies rocking together, our orgasms rolling through us.

And slowly, so f*cking deliciously slowly, it passed. I slowly slid my cock out and collapsed onto the couch, covered in sweat. We were both panting and breathing deeply from the exertion and the pleasure as she curled up against me, pressing her head against my chest.

“Fuck, girl,” I said. “That *. It’s like f*cking magic.”

She laughed softly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I grabbed her hand gently and kissed her. “Admit I drive you wild.”

“You do. You drive me wild, Clutch.”

“Fucking right I do.”

She put her head back on my chest, and I kept my arm wrapped tightly around her.

Fuck everything else. Fuck what was happening with the club. Fuck Jetter and f*ck Larkin. In that moment, sitting on that couch with Janine, all I cared about was her. It was becoming more and more obvious, despite all the danger and all the shit, that I wanted her more than I realized.

And that was the real problem, because now we both had shit against us. The Rebels hated us both, though for different reasons, and not to mention the Snakes that were coming after her.

I pressed her tighter against me. Fuck all that shit. I had to worry about it eventually, but I wasn’t going to give in to it, not for a little while at least.

I kissed her and she kissed me back. And I knew I’d probably regret it, but I felt my cock beginning to stir again already, and I knew I was lost.





25





Janine





I’d never seen a man get hard again so soon after sex.

Clutch was like someone possessed. One second we were sitting there, breathing deeply and enjoying each other’s company, and the next he was kissing me again, his hands exploring me again.

I didn’t know I was able to get so wet again so fast. I didn’t know I could take his big, thick cock so soon after he f*cked me rough and savagely, but I could.

He was insatiable, starving for my body. As soon as I saw his cock getting hard again, and he started talking into my ear, touching my body, I knew I was his, at least for the night. He practically carried me into the bedroom and threw me down onto the pillows. I let him have his way with me, again and again.

Because that was what I wanted. I wanted him to take me, to own me for the night. I wanted to forget about our problems, including the problems between us. We didn’t need to talk about anything, because we let our bodies do all the communicating.

And when the morning came, I woke up slowly, groggy and sore. Clutch was sleeping soundly next to me, his big, muscular chest rising and falling evenly.

I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. The early morning light came in softly through my window, and nothing had changed out there, nothing at all. We were still in as much danger as we were before, probably more now that it was becoming clear that I couldn’t keep my hands off him.

But I didn’t care about it all that much. I did, it still mattered, and I was still going to follow through with my plans, but the fear wasn’t there anymore. The fear wasn’t controlling me anymore.

I looked at Clutch again. He was sitting up, waking up slowly.

“Morning,” I said.

“Morning,” he grunted. “Coffee?”

“Go make some.”

“Okay.” He got out of bed, still naked from the night before. His body was so muscular and covered in ink. I felt a thrill run down my spine.