Man of the House(177)

“You light a fucking fire in my veins,” he replied. “This tight cunt is like a fucking glove around my cock.”

He pressed himself deep and wrapped a hand around me to rub my clit. I worked my hips against him as he found my clit with his rough, practiced fingers. He fucked me from behind, rubbed my clit, and I couldn’t move a muscle as he worked me. I moaned loudly, groaning with wild abandon, absolutely lost in his cock savagely working my pussy.

I could feel the orgasm coming on just then. I could feel it building and building, and I began to moan louder, began to work my hips faster.

“You close?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Clutch, fuck, I’m close.”

He suddenly stopped and pulled out.

I gasped, shocked. “I didn’t say you could come,” he said.

“Clutch!”

He grabbed me by the hips and dragged me across the room, practically carrying me. He shoved some papers and books off the kitchen table and then lifted me up and placed me down. He shoved me back and pulled my hips to the edge of the table.

He stood in front of me and slid his thick cock deep between my legs as I lay on the table, my legs spread wide.

“I want to see that pretty fucking face while you come,” he said.

“Shit,” I gasped. “Clutch.” He began to fuck me hard, deep, his cock pressing in at a new angle. The pleasure was absolutely incredible. His thumb found my clit.

He grabbed my breast with his free hand as he fucked me like that. I could see his strong chest, dripping sweat, just like I was. He fucked me rough and deep, working my clit. I had to reach up and steady myself on the table edge as he fucked me harder, harder, animal-like and savage, working deep into my pussy.

“That’s right, girl,” he grunted. “You take that cock. You come on my fucking big dick.”

“Clutch,” I moaned. “Fill me. Fuck me. Please.”

He worked me harder, and I began to roll my hips in time with him, getting lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the pleasure just one long, deep wave of mind-bending need. It washed me and filled me, his thick cock thrusting in and out of my soaking-wet cunt.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, rocking my legs open wider. His thumb found my clit again as his cock thrust deeper, harder, into me.

His grunts, his strong body shredded with muscles, his thick cock thrusting deep inside me, his incredible thumb working my soaking, swollen clit, it all pushed me toward the edge. I could feel the orgasm coming back, coming harder and stronger.

“Please, Clutch,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Come on this big cock,” he said. “Come nice and hard for me.”

He kept moving, fucking me savagely and roughly, working my clit and my body.

And the orgasm washed over me. My body tensed in a mind-bending fireworks display of pleasure that tore through every inch of my skin, leaving every tiny hair upturned, every nerve frayed and tingling. My muscles tensed, arching my back, my toes curling down, my hands gripping the table hard.

As I came, pleasure rocketing through me, Clutch began to speed up, fucking me faster, harder. Then his own grunts filled my mind as he came, his cum filling my tight pussy, our bodies synched together, working hard and rocking.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, the orgasm faded. He pulled himself out of me and stepped back, grinning hugely. “Fuck,” he said. “Shit. The way you look pushed me right over the edge.”

I laughed. I could barely think.

He grabbed me and lifted me up. He carried me easily over to the couch, and we collapsed there together, buzzing with the pleasure of an incredible orgasm rolling through our bodies.

I didn’t care what this meant. There was no today or tomorrow. There was only this moment with Clutch. We had been inches away from death together, and Clutch had brought us back through it.

And all during that time in the bathroom, when the fear was the worst, I’d found myself thinking about him, about Clutch. I’d found myself wanting to be with him, wanting his body and his voice to be near me.

Now that I’d had his body, I knew I couldn’t let it go. I was too high on his touch, his taste. He made me feel something I had never felt before, worked my body harder and better than ever before.

We lay there together, wrapped in each other’s strong, sweating bodies, and breathed, slowly coming down from the orgasms together.





20





Clutch





I woke up on Janine’s couch.

The apartment was dark and she was nowhere to be seen. I was wearing only my boxer briefs, and I didn’t remember falling asleep.

I quickly got up, my heart racing. I moved silently toward her bedroom and gently pushed the door open.