Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(40)

She was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time. I couldn’t explain that to her, not exactly, but it was the truth. So much had happened in my life, and so much of it was empty. As soon as you made some money and found some success, people appeared out of nowhere wanting things from you. Even if you barely knew them, people felt like they were owed something. I had a lot of friends, but very few real ones. Emily was the realest person I’d ever met and made me feel ways I never thought I would again.

We kissed as the song changed, my hands slowly exploring her body. My cock was hard as f*ck, and although this was again the one thing we both knew we shouldn’t do, there was no going back. Not anymore, not for me at least.

Suddenly, she pushed me back and straddled me, hands on my shoulders. I smirked at her, hands on her ass. “Is this why you came here?” I asked her.

“No,” she said, smiling. “Not at first, anyway.”

She kissed me again, our mouths open, tongues stroking each other. I loved the way she tasted, the feeling of her body on top of mine, and I knew what I wanted from her. She was the only person I knew that could give it to me, that intense feeling of desire and pleasure.

Her hand slid down my chest and finally pushed under my jeans, finding my hard cock. She started kissing my neck as she stroked me.

“I like when you take charge,” I said, smirking.

“I thought you might.” She slid back and down onto the ground, kneeling in front of me. My blood pumped fast through my veins as she pulled down my jeans, taking them off and tossing them aside.

“Look at you,” I whispered as she began to slowly stroke my cock.

“What do you want?” she asked.

I leaned forward, kissing her lips. “My cock in your f*cking throat,” I said, taking her hair.

She began to suck me, sliding my tip into her mouth, suctioning hard. She worked up and down as I held her hair back, gripping it by the roots. I pushed her down, groaning as my cock slid into her throat.

She made a slight gag and pulled back, breathing deep and stroking my cock, slick from her spit. She went back to work and I lost myself in her warm mouth sucking my cock, sliding up and down, sucking the tip before pushing deep down her throat.

I held her there, groaning, and thrust my hips into her throat, f*cking her mouth. She let me do whatever I wanted to her, the dirty f*cking girl, and I knew she was mine. She pulled back again, stroking me, then pulled her shirt off.

“Perfect,” I said and she smiled.

“What’s perfect?”

“You. This.” I took her hair as I reached forward to tease her nipples. I pressed her back down on my cock. “Your body is perfect. Your mouth around my cock is perfect. I love when you gag but keep sucking it. You’re such a dirty slut for me, but you know what you have to do. You’re in my house, so you play by my f*cking rules.”

She moaned, sucking me faster. I knew she liked it when I talked dirty to her, though I was having trouble concentrating. It felt so f*cking good to have her lips Hoovering my thick cock. She tried as hard as she could to take as much as as possible into her throat, but I was just too big for her and we both knew it. Still, that in itself was f*cking sexy as hell as she took my cock deep again, gagging but still sucking.

Pleasure was rocketing through my brain. I couldn’t think of anything but her sucking my cock with a wild abandon that drove me insane. She pulled back again, stroking me, her breasts pushed forward, pure lust in her eyes.

“Come in my mouth,” she said. “Please, Carter. I want to taste it.”

“Your dirty slut,” I said, smirking at her. “Are you going to swallow every drop?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please. Do it.”

I pressed her head down and she sucked me faster, two hands on my shaft. She jerked me as she sucked my tip, sliding up and down, her hair spilling all around her. She sucked me as fast and as hard as she could, trying to get every drop from my f*cking balls.

I couldn’t hold back. Not after she just begged me to come down her pretty little throat. I watched her go to work, hands in her hair, and I knew I was close.

The orgasm ripped through me, but that didn’t slow her down. I came hard, shooting every last drop into her mouth and throat, and she just kept sucking me. She was a dirty f*cking girl for me and moaned the whole time that I was coming, swallowing every drop, and cleaning me off when I was finally done.

She smiled, climbing up next to me, and I kissed her hard. I didn’t care if I could still taste myself, I needed to feel her close in that moment. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my lap, kissing her deep and hard.

Finally, we pulled apart. Her cheeks were flushed as she smiled at me, and she looked incredible, beautiful and free.

“Was that what you needed?” she asked.

I grinned. “Exactly what I needed.”

“Good.” She kissed me again.

“But now it’s your turn.”

She squealed and laughed as I rolled her over, dropping down to my knees.

“Carter,” she said. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“Who said anything about owing you?” I grinned at her. “I just want to eat this * until I’m hard again, and then I’m going to take more of what I want.”

“So this is entirely selfish?”

I nodded. “Entirely. Now let my suck that clit until you scream.”