Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(23)

I nodded but didn’t stop. I was dripping wet, excitement roaring through me.

“Good. I knew you f*cking liked the danger. You like being bad for me, don’t you?”

I moaned slightly, sucking him faster, a raging fire deep inside of me. I wasn’t careful as I took him into my throat, using my spit to jerk his shaft off, sucking him faster and faster. I wanted to taste his cum, wanted to take him deep into my throat. He was huge, and I knew I’d gag, but I tried anyway.

“Shit,” he said, grabbing my hair. “Take that big cock into your throat, Emily.”

I gagged, like I knew I would, but I kept doing it. I was sucking this forbidden man’s cock on the roof of a fancy hotel, something I never imagined I’d do in a million years, and I felt so damn good. I was dripping wet, needy and filled with desire, Carter’s cock in my mouth.

“Take that f*cking dick,” he said, pressing me down and groaning. He f*cked my lips, sliding himself in and out, and I could hear his grunts getting faster, closer together. I knew he was getting close.

I sucked him faster, harder. I felt so damn sexy on my knees in front of him, his cock in my throat. I was going to make him come and I’d swallow every drop, just like he told me to.

“I’m f*cking close,” he grunted.

I sucked him faster, jerking his shaft faster, not letting up.

“Shit,” he groaned, and I tasted his cum. He shot himself deep into my mouth and throat, and I took his warmth. He groaned as I swallowed every drop, not stopping, not letting up.

When I was finished, I looked him in the eyes and licked him clean.

“Fuck,” he said, breathless. “I almost f*cking passed out. You’re incredible.” When I finished, he lifted me to my feet and kissed me hard.

I giggled, feeling surprisingly incredible. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I admitted.

“What? Give a billionaire head?”

“No,” I said. “Well, yeah. And my stepfather. And on the roof of a hotel.”

He laughed as he pulled up his pants then he kissed me again. “I see a ledge over there that’s safe and just the right height. Let’s get you on there, spread your legs, and let me make us even.”

“Carter!” I said, smiling, feeling that excitement build.

Just then, the door back into the hotel opened. We both froze and looked over as a young guy dressed like a waiter stepped out. He took something from his pocket, and for a second I thought about running. If it was a paparazzo, we were screwed. A picture of the two of us alone on the roof would be horrible, and I wasn’t sure if Carter had his pants back on entirely yet.

But it was just a cigarette. He lit up and walked in the opposite direction of us, not sparing us a second glance.

“Shit,” I hissed. “That could have been bad.”

He laughed, smirking at me. “You’re still dripping wet, though.”

“Stop,” I said, but couldn’t help smile a little. “Come on, we should go back in.”

“Fine. I’ll pay you back later.”

“Pay me back how?”

He took my ass and squeezed it then kissed my lips.

“Carter!” I said. “That kid.”

“He’s over behind that big vent thing, relax. He can’t see us.”

I gently pulled away from him. “Come on. Control yourself.”

“I’ll do my best.”

I led the way back inside, Carter following close behind me. My heart was beating fast in my chest, and I couldn’t believe what just happened.

I sucked off Carter Green. I swallow my stepfather’s cum. That was the riskiest thing I’d ever done before. So much was happening, from the threats against Carter to his fake marriage, and this strange attraction between us was right at the center of it all. I knew that if I wasn’t careful, I could end up ruining everything.

But the floodgates had opened. I did what I told myself I wouldn’t do, and I knew I couldn’t take it back. I couldn’t turn away.

When Carter came for me, I was his.





14





Carter





I could just barely see the bay in the distance, occluded by a light fog and surrounded by forests. I knew it was the bay by the lights that surrounded it and the lightless gap that sat in the middle of all that construction. I leaned back in my folding beach chair, a glass of whisky in my hand, trying to enjoy the night.

The charity event had gone more or less as planned after I met Emily up on the roof. We sat down at the table, ate and drank and smiled at shitty jokes, and eventually we gave a little interview to the media. She was perfect, just like I knew she would be, and things went great.

I didn’t see her much the next day, since I was too busy with work. After I got home, I came right up to the roof, mostly to get a few minutes alone to myself but partially to keep myself away from her.

I knew I was going to get sucked in. It was just a matter of time before I got lost in that girl and gave up everything to have her again and again. It was stupid and there was so much at stake, but I couldn’t help myself.

Not after having her lips wrapped around my cock.

It was f*cked up and stupid to let that happen, but it happened. I wouldn’t do a single thing differently if I could go back, and that thought scared me a little bit.