Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(85)

I kissed her chest softly and she moaned. I kissed her lips and then stepped back.

“You want me to f*ck you?”

“Please,” she moaned.

I unbuckled my belt as she sat forward. She reached out and undid my button and my fly, and I pulled my jeans off. I tossed my gun aside and then unbuttoned my shirt. She watched as I slipped it off, and she pressed her hands against my skin, tracing the black lines of ink along my chest.

“I love these,” she said.

“You like a hard man with tattoos?”

“I shouldn’t, but I do. I know what men like you want.”

“What do we want?”

“You want to f*ck girls like me.”

I laughed and pressed my hand against her * again. “You’re damn right we do.”

She reached forward and began to stroke my hard cock as I worked her * more, kissing her mouth. Her cunt was so f*cking wet. I needed to f*ck her, needed to press myself deep inside her.

I stepped back and reached into my jeans, fishing a condom from my wallet. She watched me eagerly as I tore it open and rolled it down my length.

I pulled her legs up and put them on the table, laying her back down. I stood there, her * at the perfect height, dripping and so f*cking enticing.

“Say please,” I said. “Beg me.”

“Please, Vince,” she groaned. “Please. Fuck me. I need it.”

“Yes, yes, you do.” I pressed her legs open wider and slowly pushed my cock deep inside her.

She moaned loudly. “Oh my god,” she said. “Shit. I forgot.”

I grinned as I pushed myself to the hilt, filling her completely. She was so wet, it was nothing to just slide inside her.

“Forgot what?”

“How f*cking big you are.”

I began to stroke her, sliding in and out slowly. “Fuck your * feels as good as it tastes,” I said.

She moaned as I began to f*ck her, sliding my cock in and out, rocking her body back. She held on to the table as I held her hips, working my cock deep inside her, working her hard, f*cking her deep.

I used my thumb to softly rub her clit as I stroked deeper and harder, f*cking her rough. She was moaning with abandon, saying my name over and over, and that drove me f*cking wild. I wanted to make her sweat, wanted to make her body crave more and more.

I f*cked her rough and hard on the table, her legs spread wide for me. I loved watching her full breasts shake as I f*cked her hard with deep, rough strokes.

“Oh my god, Vince,” she said. “It feels too good, too f*cking good.”

“This * is mine,” I said. “I love the way you grip my cock. I love the way you say my name. I want to f*ck your cunt until you can’t breathe anymore, until you come so hard you forget your name.”

I f*cked her deep and rough, her body pressed against the table, taking my thick cock. She was loving it, moaning loudly and saying my name.

“This cunt is f*cking perfect,” I said, rubbing her clit, f*cking her deep. “I want you to take my cock over and over, beg me for it. And I’ll let you come when I want you to.”

I grabbed her hips and pulled her harder against me. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth, f*cking her like that, grinding my cock inside her. She moaned into my kiss, taking me, and began to work her hips, rolling them side to side. She worked her hips as I f*cked her, kissing her mouth, her moans driving me f*cking wild.

And then I stood and pulled back. I grabbed her hips and slid her off the table. She landed on her feet and I spun her and shoved her over. I spread her legs nice and wide and touched her dripping * with my fingers.

“This is what I like,” I said, lifting her dress up above her hips, “your * dripping wet, your ass up in the air for me, ready to take my cock.”

I grabbed her hips and thrust inside her. I slipped in so easily. She was soaked beyond belief.

“This cunt is the perfect f*cking fit,” I whispered in her ear. “I love your ass too, girl.”

I grabbed her hair and began to thrust into her from behind, f*cking her hard. I gently grabbed her breasts as I slammed deeper and deeper into her.

“Fuck, Vince,” she moaned. “Fill me up. Fuck me harder.”

I grabbed her hips and thrust deeper, harder, f*cking like an animal. Waves of pleasure and desire ran through me, and I needed her *, her cunt, her body. Everything about her drove me insane, especially the way she begged me to f*ck her harder.

I reached around her hips and began to rub her clit as I slammed myself into her. She moved her hips back, bucking her ass against me, working herself as I f*cked her deep and hard.

She took my cock like she needed nothing else. I pulled her hair roughly and f*cked her harder.

“You make me so dirty,” she moaned.

“Why do you let me f*ck you so hard?” I whispered in her ear.

“Because I need it,” she said.

“That’s right, because you’re a f*cking bad girl. You’re dirty for me, and you love it.”

“Oh my god, I love it,” she moaned. “I love your cock, Vince.”

I f*cked her hard, pulling her hair, slamming myself into her. I loved the feeling of her full ass against me as I f*cked her from behind, her breasts pressed together as she steadied herself on the table.

Suddenly she adjusted herself and turned around, moving me back. I stepped away, sliding out of her, and she pushed me toward the couch.