Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(33)

Instead, I unbuckled his belt as he kissed me.

Excitement pulsed through my veins, hotter and deeper than anything before. This was so damn wrong on so many levels, but for some reason that only made it that much hotter. What the hell was I doing, unbuttoning his pants and reaching down into his boxer briefs? His cock was hard as hell as I started to stroke him, not being slow or gentle.

He kissed my neck, grunting, his hands on my body. He pulled up my top and teased my nipples as he shoved his other hand down my bottoms, finding my soaking wet *.

“Oh shit,” I gasped as his fingers pressed inside me. He wasn’t being gentle, either. There was an unspoken intensity between us, and we both knew what we wanted. We didn’t have time to be gentle and nice and we both knew it. If we wanted this, we had to take it.

And Carter was going to take it. He pressed me harder against the wall, lips on my nipples as he pressed his fingers deep inside of me. I gasped and moaned as he teased my clit then f*cked me with his fingers, sliding them in and out, lips kissing my breasts.

“I knew you were a bad girl,” he said softly. “But maybe I didn’t now how bad.”

“Shit. We both know this is wrong.”

“Very wrong,” he agreed, his fingers deep inside of me. He pinned my one hand back over my shoulder with his other hand. “Very f*cking wrong.”

“It’s stupid,” I said, half-moaning.

“But you’re not going to stop me.”

“No,” I gasped.

He pulled his other hand out of my bottoms and quickly untied them. My bottoms dropped to the ground as he hooked my legs under his arms, lifting me into the air and shoving me back against the wall.

I gasped, surprised as how easily he lifted me. His pants were half-off and his cock was hard as hell as he pressed himself inside of me, lowering me down along his hard shaft.

“Oh f*ck,” I moaned as he thrust deep inside of me. I was pressed against the wall, my arms around his neck, his cock deep inside of me.

“That’s right,” he said. “This is what I should have done last night. I should have ripped off that lingerie and f*cked that tight cunt with my tongue until you were screaming for my cock.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “You should have.”

“Instead, I’m going to f*ck you right here. Punish you for running away.”

“Shit, yes. Punish me.”

He f*cked me hard and rough, slamming into me, supporting my body against the wall. It was hot and rough and fast, almost the opposite of what it was like in the bath. He wasn’t trying to butter me up or take things slow, he was simply f*cking my body and taking me.

He slowly lowered me to the ground then spun me around, spreading my legs wide. He spanked my ass hard, a loud slapping sound in the otherwise empty space.

“God damn, I love that sound,” he said. I looked over my shoulder at his grin. He was stroking his cock as he slapped my ass again, and I moaned.

“Don’t tease me,” I begged. “We don’t have much time.”

“I have as much time as I want,” he said.

“We can’t get caught. You know that.”

He slapped my ass again then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Fuck getting caught,” he whispered in my ear, and then pressed himself deep inside of me.

I gasped as I took him in again, bracing myself against the wall. He took my hips and f*cked me furiously, hard and rough.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, pulling my hair back.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned. “God, yes.

He slammed into me, not being gentle or slow. We were two animals sweating and rutting in the dark, desperate for each other’s body. I needed to take every inch of him, needed him to f*ck me and pull my hair, and take me the way I loved to be taken. The fact that it was so damn forbidden and wrong at this point just made it so much hotter. I was dripping wet as he slid in and out, pounding into me, f*cking me, treating me like the dirty girl I was.

I felt his hand reach around my hips and work my clit as he wrecked me, slamming in and out. I moaned, head tipped back, on the verge of coming. I couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t stop myself. It was all so fast and hot, so intense and powerful that I had to give in to what was happening.

“You bad girl,” he whispered in my ear. “You love that this is wrong, don’t you? You love getting f*cked by your daddy. You love taking my thick cock.”

“Oh f*ck yes, Carter,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“You want to be my filthy girl. You don’t care if I’m married to your mother, or that people want to keep us apart. You want your wet, tight cunt wrapped around my thick cock and that’s all you care about. You’re a filthy f*cking girl and you love it.”

“Yes,” I moaned, the orgasm slamming through me. “Yes, I’m f*cking filthy.”

I came hard, his cock and his fingers unrelenting. I slammed my hips back, hair cascading around me, taking his every inch, the orgasm overwhelming me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his thrusts getting faster and more insistently. “Fuck girl. I’m going to fill this * up.”

I moaned as he came inside of me, my orgasm finishing as he grunted against me, overtaken by his own orgasm. It was hot, intense, and a mess, and it was exactly what I wanted all day. Slowly, he finished, and pulled himself out of me, leaning back against the door.