Man of the House(176)

He stood and stepped back, spinning me back around. His briefs were gone, tossed aside, and I took his thick cock in my hands and began to stroke him.

“Suck that cock, girl,” he said into my ear. “Suck that cock like the dirty girl I know you are.”

I dropped to my knees and took his thick cock in my hands, working him like that. I licked him root to tip, loving the taste of his skin, surprised at how badly I wanted him in my mouth. I began to suck him, sliding his thick cock between my lips.

He grunted and took my hair, pressing me down. “Take that fucking cock in your throat,” he said. “I want to feel you suck me hard, girl.”

I worked him, sucking his cock, letting him press himself deep into my mouth. I couldn’t hold anything back and wasn’t afraid to let my spit cover his skin. I worked him with my hand as I sucked him, using my spit to slide my hand along his shaft. He grunted his pleasure, fucking my lips, pressing his cock deeper into my throat.

“Your fucking pretty mouth looks incredible wrapped around this big cock,” he said. “And you like sucking it, don’t you?”

I moaned as I worked his thick cock, sucking him harder.

“Fuck, that’s like fire in my veins,” he said. “I love watching you suck that cock.”

I let him press his cock into my throat, and I took him, wanting every single inch of him, wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I pulled back, looking up at him as I slowly sucked his tip, my hand running down over his skin. He groaned, shaking his head.

“Fuck those pretty eyes,” he said. “I could look at you sucking that cock all day long.”

I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a slight pop. He groaned as I went back at him. I surprised myself with my own hunger for him and how easily I lost myself sucking his cock, how badly I wanted to make him come thick down my throat.

But before I could get him there, he stepped back and grabbed my arm. He pushed me deeper into the room and up against the couch. He turned me around and spread my legs wide.

“Stay,” he said.

“Clutch,” I moaned as he walked toward his pants. He fished something from his jeans and walked over. He ripped open the condom and slowly rolled it down over his cock, all the while making me stand there, watching him. My pussy was dripping wet, and I could hardly stand the anticipation of it.

He pressed himself up against me from behind and whispered in my ear. “You want this cock inside you?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I need it. I’ve been needing it.”

“Beg for it,” he commanded.

“Please, Clutch. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.”

He grabbed my hips and pressed his cock against my pussy. “Again,” he commanded.

“Please,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Clutch, I need your cock.”

He pressed himself deep inside me then, sliding along my slick pussy.

Pleasure exploded through my mind. His cock was thick and long and filled my every inch. I couldn’t believe I could take him, but I did, and he filled me perfectly.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned. “This tight pussy is exactly what I knew it would be: slick and fucking incredible.”

I moaned, holding on to the back of the couch, as he slowly began to slide in and out of me. He spread my legs wider, and I knocked something off the table that was pressed against the back of the couch, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was him fucking me and how badly I needed it.

He began to thrust faster, harder, deeper. He pressed himself against me and kissed my back, my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling it back.

“You want me to fuck this tight pussy?” he groaned.

“Fuck me rough, Clutch,” I begged.

He laughed and slapped my ass. “That’s my girl,” he said. “You like it hard and rough, don’t you?”

“Go ahead,” I groaned. “Find out.”

“You dirty girl.” He pulled my hair back roughly and began to fuck me strong, hard, thrusting his thick cock between my legs.

I loved it. I loved the way he grabbed me, held me, pulled my hair. He slapped my ass again, hard, and I moaned. I realized I couldn’t stop my moans, couldn’t hold anything back. He thrust deep inside me, in and out, his heavy cock slamming into my tight pussy.

And I took him. I loved the feeling of his cock thrusting hard into my pussy, slamming into my tight spot. The slap of skin against skin drove me wild as he slapped my ass again, hard. I moaned his name and began to rock my hips back against him.

“Work that ass,” he grunted. “Take my fucking cock, girl.” He fucked me hard, rough, like an animal.

I moaned over and over. “Oh my god, Clutch. You feel so good,” I said.