Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

“There you go,” he said as he pressed his cock don my throat. “This way’s easier.”


He fucked my mouth like that, teasing my breasts. I couldn’t believe how easily he slid down my throat from his angle. He leaned over me, spreading my legs, and began to rub my clit with his fingers as he pressed his cock in and out of my lips, fucking my mouth.

Pleasure and need overtook me. I pulled back, sliding his cock from my mouth, taking a deep breath. He climbed up onto the pedestal and I pushed him over, onto his back, and then straddled his hips. I slowly slid down his length, back arched, gasping.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Ride that fucking cock, girl. Slide up and down my thick shaft until you scream my fucking name.”

I did as I was told. I put my hands on his chest and slammed myself up and down, taking his thick cock deep inside of me. He slapped my ass hard and harder again, slamming my hips down. I rode his length, hair cascading down all around me. He grabbed me and pulled me forward, kissing my mouth and slamming his hips upward, pounding himself into me.

I pushed him back down and went back to work, hands on his chest again, moving faster and faster, twisting my hips in circles. I could feel the orgasm building, blooming deep inside of me. He grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my back, the towel under me once again, and then pulled me to the edge of the pedestal.

“You don’t get to come until I say so,” he whispered as he spread my legs, standing in front of me. It was the perfect height as he pressed himself deep inside of me. I groaned, grabbing the edge and holding on as he fucked me.

“I want to make you come on this big dick, you hear me? I want you to come nice and hard, and when you’re done, I want you to swallow every drop of my cum.”

“Yes,” I moaned, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, rubbing my clit as he fucked me.

He continued slamming me, pounding me, roughly fucking my pussy, making me his. I knew I couldn’t hold off anymore as the orgasm came over me, spreading through me.

“That’s right, come,” he said, not holding back. He fucked me like an animal, our bodies sweating. “Come on my thick cock, you dirty fucking girl.”

My whole body tensed as pure pleasure burst through me, building and cresting, washing over my entire spine. It was incredible, and for a second I thought I might black out from the pleasure. It was overwhelming and I could do nothing but take him and say his name, over and over.

Finally, it passed, and I was left panting there, staring up at him. He pulled himself out of me, stroking his thick cock.

“On your knees now,” he commanded.

I listened, getting down in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him fast, hands on his thighs, head moving and lips tight.

“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m going to come in that pretty mouth.”

When he came, I swallowed every drop. I didn’t slow down or stop, just worked him until he was finished and then licked him clean. He groaned, hands in my hair.

Finally, he dragged me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me.

“Shit,” he said. “That was . . . “

“Yeah,” I agree, smiling, at a loss for words too.

We didn’t need to say anything after that. We just got into the shower and washed off together, taking our time, enjoying each other’s bodies in a way that I never thought I would.





16





Carter





I was practically high on Emily when we finally emerged from the showers. She went off to her apartment and I headed toward the labs, trying to act casual, trying not to make it obvious that I just fucked her.

That was pretty hard, though. I had a stupid fucking smile on my face like I just won the goddamn lottery. It was hard not to feel giddy after that, though.

Emily fucked like nobody else I’d ever been with. Her body was incredible, lean and thick where it mattered, and she wasn’t shy about working it. Her pussy was tight and gripped my cock like it would never let it go. It was hard not to float on a cloud of joy, at least a little bit.

Of course, there was the voice in the back of my mind that kept warning of danger ahead. It was obvious that sleeping with Emily was a really, really bad idea, and that was the whole reason we hadn’t done it yet. But now that we had, I knew I couldn’t stop and really I had no plans to stop. She could give me exactly what I needed, and I was going to take as much as I wanted.

As I headed toward the lab, my phone started buzzing suddenly. It was a message from Cox, asking me to meet him in the security room. With a sigh, I headed off, wondering what fucking shit had gone wrong this time.

Cox was sitting in front of a bank of video screens that showed shots from all over the mansion. He was replaying on particular video over and over, watching some figure enter the screen and then disappear over and over again at varying speeds. I stood in the doorway until he noticed that I was there.

“Thanks for coming, sir,” he said.

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