R for Rough – Camassia Cove Universe Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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I nodded and swirled my tongue around him. He tasted so good, and I loved the feel of his soft skin. How it stretched around the hardness. I loved, loved, loved sucking cock. And ten times more if it was Griffin Lawson.

I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want to.

He couldn’t either, it seemed. He pushed deeper and surrendered with a low groan, and then he was slowly fucking my throat.

Soon as I choked and felt the familiar panic rise, he withdrew and then pushed in again.

“That sound,” he whispered. “I’ll wanna hear it every fuckin’ day.”

We better make that happen, then. I redoubled my efforts and closed my eyes, and I spurred him on by slipping my hands to the backs of his thighs.

Go savage on me, Daddy.

He didn’t need further prompting. He took charge, with another fistful of my hair, and sped up. Indulging, maybe. Testing the waters. Faster and deeper, rougher and greedier.

“Unzip your pants,” he gritted out. “Soak me properly.”

Yes, Sir!

I made quick work of pushing down my jeans, and I coated him in spit.

Barely a second passed before he hauled me to my feet and spun me around. Shock and elation rushed through me, and he shoved me up against the door and forced his cock between my butt cheeks. A gasp got stuck in my throat, and all I could think about was pushing back. Pushing my ass out for him, meeting every move he made, bracing myself.

“The times I’ve thought about this tight little ass hurting for Daddy’s cock…”

Oh my God.

I choked on a moan and screwed my eyes shut as he pushed inside me, and then it was just fiery hot pain everywhere. He was everywhere. His teeth sank into my neck, his fingers dug into my hips, his cock disappeared deep into my bottom, and I was paralyzed in the best fucking way. I couldn’t draw breath, couldn’t scream, couldn’t move. Oh my God, I’d never felt anything like it. So all-consuming, so intense.

Tears welled up.

My lungs started burning.

My skin prickled, and my ass was on fucking fire.

After a beat, I noticed something shifting. He was dropping featherlight kisses along my neck, and I felt his hand covering my cock. Those shivery sensations broke through, and I managed to suck in a ragged breath.

In a quick moment of panic, I feared he was going to pull out, so I found the strength to push against him, and—fuck, fuck, fuck! I cried out as the pain exploded all over again, shooting bolts of immobilizing hurt up my ass and through my whole body.

“Don’t pull out,” I croaked. “Green, green, green. Holy f-fuck.”

He chuckled darkly and kissed the spot below my ear. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, boy. I want you to hurt.”

He forced a sluggish shudder through me with those words. He was a sadistic dream come true. I was already so damn sure. Because in my experience, most Tops hesitated in this very moment, fearing they’d gone too far.

Not Griffin.

“More,” I whimpered.

He gave me more. He pulled out and pushed in again, hard, and he didn’t stop. It was as if he knew exactly how this discomfort affected me, how addicted I was to that white-hot pain that rendered me useless.

He abandoned my cock and set a fast pace to fuck me roughly up against the door, which he soon wasn’t happy with. He shifted me to the brick wall instead and groaned as he took me.

A rush of something—no, never mind. It was a car approaching, driving by, disappearing again.

I let out a long moan.

Liquid pleasure pulsed through me and heated me up. It turned me into a fucking whore. One who couldn’t stop pleading for more, one who couldn’t stop moving with him. Whenever he pushed in, I pushed back and clenched down.

His hand covered mine on the brick wall, and he shifted it higher and nudged me forward. He wanted me right there, my cheek pressed against the cold brick, where every thrust shook me and caused scratches. He dipped down and kissed my neck, and he fisted my cock again. He never stopped moving—and he didn’t pull out much anymore either. He ground his cock deeper and stroked mine. I felt his tongue against my neck, his teeth, his lips, his hot breaths…

I’d never been so swept away by a fuck before in my life. He was all I could think about.

He made pain and pleasure come together inside me.

I whimpered, begged, and moaned.

Every now and then, shocks of hurt and worry smacked into me, when he stroked my cock a little harder and accidentally rubbed it against the wall.

“This is only the beginning,” he whispered in my ear, out of breath. “This is me going easy on you.”

My eyes flashed open, and pleasure crashed down on me, pushing me to the brink.



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