Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

“You want to fuck girls like me.”


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

She reached forward and began to stroke my hard cock as I worked her pussy more, kissing her mouth. Her cunt was so fucking wet. I needed to fuck 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 pussy at the perfect height, dripping and so fucking 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 fucking big you are.”

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

She moaned as I began to fuck 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, fucking her deep.

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

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

“Oh my god, Vince,” she said. “It feels too good, too fucking good.”

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

I fucked 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 fucking perfect,” I said, rubbing her clit, fucking 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, fucking 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 fucked her, kissing her mouth, her moans driving me fucking 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 pussy with my fingers.

“This is what I like,” I said, lifting her dress up above her hips, “your pussy 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 fucking fit,” I whispered in her ear. “I love your ass too, girl.”

I grabbed her hair and began to thrust into her from behind, fucking 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, fucking like an animal. Waves of pleasure and desire ran through me, and I needed her pussy, her cunt, her body. Everything about her drove me insane, especially the way she begged me to fuck 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 fucked her deep and hard.

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

“You make me so dirty,” she moaned.

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

“Because I need it,” she said.

“That’s right, because you’re a fucking 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 fucked her hard, pulling her hair, slamming myself into her. I loved the feeling of her full ass against me as I fucked 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.

I grinned at her. “You eager girl,” I said. “Taking charge.”

“Come on,” she panted. “Please.”

I sat back on the couch and she straddled me. I grabbed her hips and slowly guided her down my cock. She slid down my hard shaft slowly, moaning, throwing her hair back.

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