Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(27)

I loved the feeling of him taking me, of him f*cking me. I didn’t want Carter to make love to me. I wanted him to slam his thick cock deep between my legs, to f*ck me rough and deep and make me his. I wanted to be a quivering mess of need, spent and exhausted by the time he’s done with me.

And that was what he was giving me. His thick cock pounded into me as he pulled my hair back, mixing pleasure with pain. I’d never been dominated like that before, but I had to admit that I liked it. I was surprised that the slight pain of him pulling my hair only made the pleasure that much more intense. The contrasts worked, made it better, more powerful. His thick cock slid in and out of me with ease as he whispered into my ear, telling me how bad I was, how dirty I was.

With every new thrust, I knew how wrong it is. This man was technically my stepfather, and now he was f*cking me in his mansion. It should have been bad, but instead it was incredible, even better than I could have imagined. He was strong, intense, and sensual as he wrapped his hand around my hips and began to rub my clit as he slid deep inside of me. I worked my hips, rolling him inside of me.

“I can’t get enough of this perfect f*cking *,” he said. “I want to take every inch of you.”

“Every inch?”

“Every f*cking inch.” He pulled out suddenly and dragged me to the pedestal. He grabbed a towel, spread it down on the top, then threw me onto it. I was surprised when he laid me on my back with my head hanging over the edge, but I quickly understood what he wanted when he opened my mouth.

“There you go,” he said as he pressed his cock don my throat. “This way’s easier.”

He f*cked my mouth like that, teasing my breasts. I couldn’t believe how easily he slid down my throat from his angle. He leaned over me, spreading my legs, and began to rub my clit with his fingers as he pressed his cock in and out of my lips, f*cking my mouth.

Pleasure and need overtook me. I pulled back, sliding his cock from my mouth, taking a deep breath. He climbed up onto the pedestal and I pushed him over, onto his back, and then straddled his hips. I slowly slid down his length, back arched, gasping.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Ride that f*cking cock, girl. Slide up and down my thick shaft until you scream my f*cking name.”

I did as I was told. I put my hands on his chest and slammed myself up and down, taking his thick cock deep inside of me. He slapped my ass hard and harder again, slamming my hips down. I rode his length, hair cascading down all around me. He grabbed me and pulled me forward, kissing my mouth and slamming his hips upward, pounding himself into me.

I pushed him back down and went back to work, hands on his chest again, moving faster and faster, twisting my hips in circles. I could feel the orgasm building, blooming deep inside of me. He grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my back, the towel under me once again, and then pulled me to the edge of the pedestal.

“You don’t get to come until I say so,” he whispered as he spread my legs, standing in front of me. It was the perfect height as he pressed himself deep inside of me. I groaned, grabbing the edge and holding on as he f*cked me.

“I want to make you come on this big dick, you hear me? I want you to come nice and hard, and when you’re done, I want you to swallow every drop of my cum.”

“Yes,” I moaned, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, rubbing my clit as he f*cked me.

He continued slamming me, pounding me, roughly f*cking my *, making me his. I knew I couldn’t hold off anymore as the orgasm came over me, spreading through me.

“That’s right, come,” he said, not holding back. He f*cked me like an animal, our bodies sweating. “Come on my thick cock, you dirty f*cking girl.”

My whole body tensed as pure pleasure burst through me, building and cresting, washing over my entire spine. It was incredible, and for a second I thought I might black out from the pleasure. It was overwhelming and I could do nothing but take him and say his name, over and over.

Finally, it passed, and I was left panting there, staring up at him. He pulled himself out of me, stroking his thick cock.

“On your knees now,” he commanded.

I listened, getting down in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him fast, hands on his thighs, head moving and lips tight.

“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m going to come in that pretty mouth.”

When he came, I swallowed every drop. I didn’t slow down or stop, just worked him until he was finished and then licked him clean. He groaned, hands in my hair.

Finally, he dragged me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me.

“Shit,” he said. “That was . . . “

“Yeah,” I agree, smiling, at a loss for words too.

We didn’t need to say anything after that. We just got into the shower and washed off together, taking our time, enjoying each other’s bodies in a way that I never thought I would.





16





Carter





I was practically high on Emily when we finally emerged from the showers. She went off to her apartment and I headed toward the labs, trying to act casual, trying not to make it obvious that I just f*cked her.

That was pretty hard, though. I had a stupid f*cking smile on my face like I just won the goddamn lottery. It was hard not to feel giddy after that, though.