Man of the House(37)

He slowly lowered me to the ground then spun me around, spreading my legs wide. He spanked my ass hard, a loud slapping sound in the otherwise empty space.

“God damn, I love that sound,” he said. I looked over my shoulder at his grin. He was stroking his cock as he slapped my ass again, and I moaned.

“Don’t tease me,” I begged. “We don’t have much time.”

“I have as much time as I want,” he said.

“We can’t get caught. You know that.”

He slapped my ass again then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Fuck getting caught,” he whispered in my ear, and then pressed himself deep inside of me.

I gasped as I took him in again, bracing myself against the wall. He took my hips and fucked me furiously, hard and rough.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, pulling my hair back.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned. “God, yes.

He slammed into me, not being gentle or slow. We were two animals sweating and rutting in the dark, desperate for each other’s body. I needed to take every inch of him, needed him to fuck me and pull my hair, and take me the way I loved to be taken. The fact that it was so damn forbidden and wrong at this point just made it so much hotter. I was dripping wet as he slid in and out, pounding into me, fucking me, treating me like the dirty girl I was.

I felt his hand reach around my hips and work my clit as he wrecked me, slamming in and out. I moaned, head tipped back, on the verge of coming. I couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t stop myself. It was all so fast and hot, so intense and powerful that I had to give in to what was happening.

“You bad girl,” he whispered in my ear. “You love that this is wrong, don’t you? You love getting fucked by your daddy. You love taking my thick cock.”

“Oh fuck yes, Carter,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“You want to be my filthy girl. You don’t care if I’m married to your mother, or that people want to keep us apart. You want your wet, tight cunt wrapped around my thick cock and that’s all you care about. You’re a filthy fucking girl and you love it.”

“Yes,” I moaned, the orgasm slamming through me. “Yes, I’m fucking filthy.”

I came hard, his cock and his fingers unrelenting. I slammed my hips back, hair cascading around me, taking his every inch, the orgasm overwhelming me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his thrusts getting faster and more insistently. “Fuck girl. I’m going to fill this pussy up.”

I moaned as he came inside of me, my orgasm finishing as he grunted against me, overtaken by his own orgasm. It was hot, intense, and a mess, and it was exactly what I wanted all day. Slowly, he finished, and pulled himself out of me, leaning back against the door.

I smiled at him and put my bottoms back on. He shook his head and managed to get his pants back on, sweating slightly and breathing deep.

“Shit,” he said. “I told myself I wasn’t going to do that.”

“Same.”

“Guess we both fucked up, then.”

“Are you complaining?”

He walked over to me, cupped my cheek, and kissed me. “No,” he said after a moment.

I stared at him, surprised by the way he looked at me. I didn’t know if he was aware of it himself, but he looked at me like he never wanted to look away, and for a second it stole my breath.

I never imagined someone could look at me like that. The moment passed, though, as he went to the window to make sure nobody was around. We had to sneak out and make sure people didn’t catch us, but I still had that look burned into my mind.





20





Carter





My brain was on fire after being with Emily in the pool-house. That had been one of the stupidest, most forbidden things I’d ever done, made even more intense by the danger that surrounded it. I knew that was a huge mistake, but as soon as we were alone in that tiny space, everything dark and private around us, I knew what I was going to do. It didn’t help that she was wearing nothing but a bikini, her hair dripping wet.

I couldn’t resist that perfect body so close to mine, already dripping wet.

It was fast and it was intense. We both knew what we were doing, and we both knew it was fucking stupid. But I wanted her, and I knew that I was going to take her again eventually. I just hoped I had the strength to hold off until this threat went away, but apparently I didn’t.

After the pool-house, I went right to the lab. I had to make it look like I came home for a reason, not just to check on Emily. I lost myself in work, though she was never far from my mind. As we went our separate ways, she promised that she’d stick to her apartment today and not put herself in unnecessary danger. I tried contacting Cox, but I couldn’t reach him. His second in command spoke with me briefly, but he didn’t know where Cox was, either.