Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(48)

“Ride that cock, girl,” he said. We were both sweating already from the strain and intensity, but I did as he commanded. I rode up and down, sliding along his shaft as he teased my nipples and slapped my ass. I rolled my hips, moving faster and faster, taking him deeper and deeper.

“Come on, girl,” he grunted. “You can do better than that. Ride that f*cking cock.” He slapped my ass, hard, and I moaned. I rode faster, twisting my hips, sliding along him.

“Pathetic,” he said. “Let me f*cking show you how it’s done.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me off, throwing me down onto the couch. He spread my legs wide and pressed himself deep inside of me. I tipped my head back, moaning, as he pinned me down and f*cked me hard.

I stared at his incredible muscular body, pleasure jolting through me, and I knew I was close. He began to work my clit with his thumb and I knew that was going to be the end of me. I was hovering on the brink and the way he touched me was about to push me over.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked. “I can hear it in your moans. Ask me first. Beg me.”

“Please, daddy,” I moaned. “Let me come.”

“You dirty slut,” he grunted. “Beg me.”

“I want to come on your big cock. Please, let me. I need it so badly. I’ve been thinking about it all day long, touching myself. That’s why I’m always wet.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Come for me. Now. Come for me.”

His thrusts got deeper, more insistent, and I let myself tip over the edge.

My whole body tensed as the orgasm washed over me violently. He f*cked me deep, insistent, unrelenting like an animal. I came hard as his cock filled me, my whole body a mess of pleasure and incredible intensities all climaxing on him.

I lost myself in that moment, and everything was clear for me. I didn’t care about anything else but Carter and his thick cock deep between my legs. Nothing else was important to me as I came as he worked me, pushed me, made me feel things I never dreamed of.

“Good girl,” he said as the orgasm slowly ended.

“That was . . . “

He grinned. “I know. But you’re not done yet.”

I blinked at him. “What?”

He moved back and grabbed my hips, spinning me around again and putting me on all fours. “I told you I wanted to taste every inch of you,” he said.

“What does that mean?”

“I’m going to f*ck your ass and come inside of it.”

“Carter,” I said.

“You’re mine. You know that?”

“Yes,” I said softly.

“Give me what’s mine.”

“Okay. Fuck me.”

I watched as he spit into his hand and wiped it all over his cock then pressed himself against me. Slowly he pushed deep into my ass, filling me.

I moaned into a pillow, shocked. I’d never had a man f*ck me that way before, and at first it hurt. But once he was deep inside and began to slowly slide in and out, that pain mixed with pleasure in the greatest way imaginable.

“Shit,” I groaned. “I didn’t know I’d like this.”

“I did,” he said softly. “You’re a dirty f*cking girl. You need to have every single hole f*cked and filled with my cum.”

“I do,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe what I’d admit to, but I needed it. I was dripping wet and filled with pleasure as he f*cked my ass.

“God damn, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “I can’t decide what’s better. This virgin ass or your incredible cunt. Fuck girl, I’m close.”

“Come inside of me,” I begged him. “Do it. Come inside of me.”

He leaned over me, grabbing my hair and tipping my head back. “You’ll always be mine."

“Yes,” I moaned.

I felt him come then, deep inside of me. It was a strange sensation, but felt pretty damn good as he groaned and tensed, filling me with his cock.

Slowly we finished and collapsed onto the couch together. We were both drenched in sweat and panting from the workout we just went through. That was the most intense and incredible sex of my life, something way beyond what I’d ever experienced before.

I felt like I’d given myself to him completely and truly. It wasn’t just that he f*cked me in ways I’d never had before, but that I was willing to do whatever he wanted. It all felt good, and he was teaching me about myself, making me open up in ways I never expected.

“God damn, you’re amazing,” he said after a time.”

“You’re okay yourself.”

He grinned and kissed me. “I’ve never been like this before.”

“Like what?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“In love.”

“You . . . “ I trailed off, surprised.

“I love you, Emily. I think you already knew that.”

I felt tears spring to my eyes and felt like a total idiot. I couldn’t believe I was actually about to cry just because he told me that he loved me.

I kissed him instead of letting the tears fall. We kissed like that for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s bodies, enjoying the silence and the emotions.

“I love you too,” I said finally, once I got a hold of myself.