Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(26)

I turned my back on him, letting the water wash off the sweat from my workout. I heard him undressing behind me, and I couldn’t help but feel excitement pooling between my legs. I was soaking wet by the time I felt him step up behind me, his hard cock pressed against my body.

“Is this why you wanted me down here?” I asked him, smiling.

“Yes,” he said. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to keep your clothes on.”

“You know me so well.”

“I just know what you want.”

“What’s that?”

“Me.” He tipped my head back and kissed me, his arms wrapping around my body.

I reached my hands back and kissed him in return, my heart pounding in my ears. His hands slowly slid down my slick skin and pressed between my legs, finding my soaked *.

He stroked me softly, rubbing my clit, and I couldn’t help but moan into his kiss. He turned me and pushed me back against the wall, the tiles cold against my back. He laughed at my expression and turned the water on warmer, letting the steam fill the room as he kissed my neck, his fingers between my legs.

“I knew you’d be dripping wet, too,” he said. “The second you saw me back there I bet you were thinking about sucking my cock last night.”

“No,” I lied.

“You liked almost getting caught, didn’t you? It excites you when you come anywhere near me, because you know how f*cking wrong it is.”

“That’s not it,” I said.

“What is it then? What makes you so wet?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s because I’m you stepfather, and you’re not supposed to have me.” He pressed his fingers inside of me suddenly and I gasped, moaning, clutching at his shoulders. “That and I’m very good with my hands.”

He began to work my body faster, one hand on my breasts, teasing my nipples, while he slid his fingers in and out of me with the other. I spread my legs wider, warmth filling my body from the heat of the steam and from his touch.

He kissed my neck then my collarbone, moving down to my breasts. He teased one nipple with his tongue and teeth before dropping down to his knees.

I gasped as he spread my legs wider then pushed his tongue against my *. He began to lick my clit, sucking and teasing with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

“Go ahead and be as loud as you want,” he said, smirking. “Nobody can hear you down here.”

I gripped his hair and really let go as he continue to lick and suck me, tongue rolling inside of me and back up, working on my clit. He was incredible, eating my spot the way I needed it, his hands on my ass. I pulled his hair and he grunted, tongue moving faster. He grinned up at me and slapped my ass.

“Turn around, you dirty f*cking girl,” he said.

“What?” I gasped, breathless, but he was already turning me. He spread my legs, my hands on the wall, and he dropped to his knees again. He began to eat my * from behind, tongue pressing inside of me, licking every inch of my body. It was so dirty, so filthy, and it drove me absolutely wild. I could hear my moans echoing off the tiled walls, filling the space, and that only made me that much more excited.

I didn’t know how much more I could take. Pleasure was rocking through my body, but desire was quickly overtaking that pleasure. I needed to feel him inside of me, needed to feel his body f*cking mine. It’d been too long, too much teasing, too much flirting. I couldn’t stand it anymore and wouldn’t wait another second.

“Carter,” I moaned, looking over my shoulder. “Carter, please.”

He pulled back, his fingers teasing my wet spot as he smirked at me. “Please, what?”

“Please f*ck me.”

He stood, stroking his long, thick cock. He got close to me and wrapped his other hand in my hair, pulling my head back. I felt him pressing against me, still stroking himself.

“Call me daddy,” he said. “And I’ll give you what you want.”

“Carter.” It was too dirty. I couldn’t say it. “Please. I want you to f*ck me.”

“Say it,” he commanded. He slapped my ass, hard, and I gasped. “Call me daddy.”

“Asshole,” I moaned as he slapped my ass again. I couldn’t believe how much I liked that he was taking charge like this, pulling my hair, slapping my ass, and commanding him to call me daddy.

He pressed his fingers deep inside of me again, making me moan, before pulling them out and slapping my ass. “Say it,” he commanded.

“Daddy,” I gasped. “Fuck me.”

“You’re a dirty f*cking girl,” he whispered in my ear, and then he pressed himself deep inside of me.

I gasped, surprised and amazed as he filled me. I was so dripping wet that he slid deep between my legs with one rough thrust. Pain jolted up through me, quickly followed by intense pleasure as he slowly pulled back and slid up deep again, his lips next to my ear.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight. You know that.”

“I’ve been thinking about this,” I moaned, not able to help myself.

“When I f*ck you in your daydreams, what do you want more of?”

“This,” I moaned. “Just like this. I want you to take me.”

He slapped my ass and began to f*ck me harder, deeper. I was used to his size and soon the pain was replaced with pure pleasure as he slid in and out, deeper and harder, slamming into me.