Man of the House(53)

He slapped my ass and pressed his cock deep inside of me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.

He began to fuck me from behind slamming me against the wall. He slapped my ass again, harder, and I knew that was going to leave a red handprint. I moaned, totally enraptured by the way he was taking me, throwing me around, using me. I loved it and couldn’t get enough.

He pounded into me, the slapping of skin filling the room. He slapped my ass hard then grabbed my hair, shoving me up against the wall. More records fell from their spots, clattering to the floor.

“You’re going to clean that up when we’re through,” he said. “You make me do this, you filthy girl. I can’t control myself around this pussy. You’re too fucking perfect, too fucking tight. Your ass looks incredible with my handprint on it.”

“You asshole,” I moaned, pushing back against him, loving it, rolling my hips against him.

“That’s right,” he grunted. “I knew you wanted more, you dirty girl.” He shoved me hard and I pushed back, slamming my hips against him, taking his cock deep inside of me. More records fell. He pressed my face down against the shelf, knocking over a lamp and a clock. I moaned as he pulled me back up, turning me around.

He took my hips and dragged me to the couch. He sat down and pressed me down on top of him, straddling his hips. I slowly lowered down onto his shaft, sliding all along him while he held my hair.

“Ride that cock, girl,” he said. We were both sweating already from the strain and intensity, but I did as he commanded. I rode up and down, sliding along his shaft as he teased my nipples and slapped my ass. I rolled my hips, moving faster and faster, taking him deeper and deeper.

“Come on, girl,” he grunted. “You can do better than that. Ride that fucking cock.” He slapped my ass, hard, and I moaned. I rode faster, twisting my hips, sliding along him.

“Pathetic,” he said. “Let me fucking show you how it’s done.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me off, throwing me down onto the couch. He spread my legs wide and pressed himself deep inside of me. I tipped my head back, moaning, as he pinned me down and fucked me hard.

I stared at his incredible muscular body, pleasure jolting through me, and I knew I was close. He began to work my clit with his thumb and I knew that was going to be the end of me. I was hovering on the brink and the way he touched me was about to push me over.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked. “I can hear it in your moans. Ask me first. Beg me.”

“Please, daddy,” I moaned. “Let me come.”

“You dirty slut,” he grunted. “Beg me.”

“I want to come on your big cock. Please, let me. I need it so badly. I’ve been thinking about it all day long, touching myself. That’s why I’m always wet.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Come for me. Now. Come for me.”

His thrusts got deeper, more insistent, and I let myself tip over the edge.

My whole body tensed as the orgasm washed over me violently. He fucked me deep, insistent, unrelenting like an animal. I came hard as his cock filled me, my whole body a mess of pleasure and incredible intensities all climaxing on him.

I lost myself in that moment, and everything was clear for me. I didn’t care about anything else but Carter and his thick cock deep between my legs. Nothing else was important to me as I came as he worked me, pushed me, made me feel things I never dreamed of.

“Good girl,” he said as the orgasm slowly ended.

“That was . . . “

He grinned. “I know. But you’re not done yet.”

I blinked at him. “What?”

He moved back and grabbed my hips, spinning me around again and putting me on all fours. “I told you I wanted to taste every inch of you,” he said.

“What does that mean?”

“I’m going to fuck your ass and come inside of it.”

“Carter,” I said.

“You’re mine. You know that?”

“Yes,” I said softly.

“Give me what’s mine.”

“Okay. Fuck me.”

I watched as he spit into his hand and wiped it all over his cock then pressed himself against me. Slowly he pushed deep into my ass, filling me.

I moaned into a pillow, shocked. I’d never had a man fuck me that way before, and at first it hurt. But once he was deep inside and began to slowly slide in and out, that pain mixed with pleasure in the greatest way imaginable.

“Shit,” I groaned. “I didn’t know I’d like this.”

“I did,” he said softly. “You’re a dirty fucking girl. You need to have every single hole fucked and filled with my cum.”