Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

He kissed my neck then my collarbone, moving down to my breasts. He teased one nipple with his tongue and teeth before dropping down to his knees.

I gasped as he spread my legs wider then pushed his tongue against my pussy. He began to lick my clit, sucking and teasing with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

“Go ahead and be as loud as you want,” he said, smirking. “Nobody can hear you down here.”

I gripped his hair and really let go as he continue to lick and suck me, tongue rolling inside of me and back up, working on my clit. He was incredible, eating my spot the way I needed it, his hands on my ass. I pulled his hair and he grunted, tongue moving faster. He grinned up at me and slapped my ass.

“Turn around, you dirty fucking girl,” he said.

“What?” I gasped, breathless, but he was already turning me. He spread my legs, my hands on the wall, and he dropped to his knees again. He began to eat my pussy from behind, tongue pressing inside of me, licking every inch of my body. It was so dirty, so filthy, and it drove me absolutely wild. I could hear my moans echoing off the tiled walls, filling the space, and that only made me that much more excited.

I didn’t know how much more I could take. Pleasure was rocking through my body, but desire was quickly overtaking that pleasure. I needed to feel him inside of me, needed to feel his body fucking mine. It’d been too long, too much teasing, too much flirting. I couldn’t stand it anymore and wouldn’t wait another second.

“Carter,” I moaned, looking over my shoulder. “Carter, please.”

He pulled back, his fingers teasing my wet spot as he smirked at me. “Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He stood, stroking his long, thick cock. He got close to me and wrapped his other hand in my hair, pulling my head back. I felt him pressing against me, still stroking himself.

“Call me daddy,” he said. “And I’ll give you what you want.”

“Carter.” It was too dirty. I couldn’t say it. “Please. I want you to fuck me.”

“Say it,” he commanded. He slapped my ass, hard, and I gasped. “Call me daddy.”

“Asshole,” I moaned as he slapped my ass again. I couldn’t believe how much I liked that he was taking charge like this, pulling my hair, slapping my ass, and commanding him to call me daddy.

He pressed his fingers deep inside of me again, making me moan, before pulling them out and slapping my ass. “Say it,” he commanded.

“Daddy,” I gasped. “Fuck me.”

“You’re a dirty fucking girl,” he whispered in my ear, and then he pressed himself deep inside of me.

I gasped, surprised and amazed as he filled me. I was so dripping wet that he slid deep between my legs with one rough thrust. Pain jolted up through me, quickly followed by intense pleasure as he slowly pulled back and slid up deep again, his lips next to my ear.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight. You know that.”

“I’ve been thinking about this,” I moaned, not able to help myself.

“When I fuck you in your daydreams, what do you want more of?”

“This,” I moaned. “Just like this. I want you to take me.”

He slapped my ass and began to fuck me harder, deeper. I was used to his size and soon the pain was replaced with pure pleasure as he slid in and out, deeper and harder, slamming into me.

I loved the feeling of him taking me, of him fucking me. I didn’t want Carter to make love to me. I wanted him to slam his thick cock deep between my legs, to fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking pussy,” he said. “I want to take every inch of you.”

“Every inch?”

“Every fucking 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.

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