Taboo (Erotica Collection)

The Dirty old man 4

I went to my room and changed into something more comfortable before heading downstairs. I had removed my shirt, leaving me in a black lace bra that hugged my curves. I glanced at myself in the mirror for a second, adjusted the straps, and smirked before walking out.

The house was unusually quiet.

I made my way toward the laundry room, carrying a small basket of clothes. The faint hum of the washing machine filled the room, along with the soft scent of detergent.

I had just reached for a shirt when a deep, hoarse voice came from behind me.

“I love when you take orders correctly.”

I froze.

Slowly, I turned around.

There he was.

The man of the house.

His dark eyes immediately found mine, but only for a second. His gaze dropped toward my black lace bra before returning to my face. His jaw tightened.

I swallowed.

“I nodded.”

He leaned against the doorframe, looking completely calm despite the tension suddenly filling the tiny room.

“I'll be late for dinner tonight.”

I nodded again.

“Alright.”

His voice was low, almost lazy, but there was something underneath it that made my heartbeat quicken.

His eyes wandered over me once more.

I instinctively crossed my arms over myself.

A faint smirk appeared on his lips.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

The way he said it made me believe the exact opposite.

He stepped farther into the laundry room.

The door clicked softly behind him.

The washing machine continued its quiet cycle, completely unaware of the tension between us.

He stopped in front of me.

Too close.

I could feel the warmth of his body, and when I accidentally moved forward, my chest brushed against him.

He immediately went still.

His jaw clenched.

“f**k,” he muttered under his breath.

My breath caught.

Neither of us moved.

For a moment, the only sound was the spinning machine beside us.

His dark eyes met mine again, and there was something dangerously intense in them.

I lowered my gaze, suddenly very aware of the thin black lace against my skin.

Then slowly, he raised his hands and started tracing my boobs over my bra. I closed my eyes. His touch was fire. I gulped. Then slowly, he bent down and licked my right tit. I moaned softly. Then he bit hard.

"Ahh!" I screamed with pain and pleasure.

My p***y was drenched. Then he raised his head and said, "I was just checking about the coffee taste. It doesn't taste like coffee, but I would like taste them with cream."

With that, he left.

I raised my skirt and closed my fingers around my p***y. I was imagining him—his fingers on my p***y, him on his knees and sucking my p***y. I moaned softly. I pressed my t**s together and started massaging my p***y. I slowly pushed my panty down, and I was drenched. I pushed two fingers inside and started f*****g myself. I imagined his lust-filled eyes, his hot breath, and him licking my t**s. I came so hard that I screamed his name, "Metrio!" I gripped the washing machine so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I decided that I would f**k him tonight or tomorrow.