Don’t Make Me (Made Men #3) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Made Men Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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“Arch your back and show me your ass,” he murmurs in my ear.

I tip my pelvis back. His fingers, slick with oil, find the crack of my ass. I tighten my cheeks belatedly, realizing he just applied the same stinging peppermint oil to my anus. “Carlo…”

“Are you burning for me, bambi?”

“Yes...please, Carlo. Please?”

“Keep begging, cara.”

I attempt to lower my elbows again, but Carlo catches them. “Did you want the scene to end?”

My brain’s turned fuzzy. Does he mean he will stop touching me if I drop the dimes? Because he promised punishment before, and that sounds perfect to me at the moment. “No-o?”

He sucks at the place where neck meets shoulder, then bites down. “You’re doing very well, amore mio. Now stand still and get your reward.”

Forcing my arms back up straight, I lock my knees.

Carlo returns to his position at my feet. Reaching between my legs, he cradles my ass as he licks along the seam of my pussy.

I thrust my pelvis forward. “Oh…”

He seeks my back hole with one finger and massages the burning oil into the tight ring of muscle.

I’m close to spontaneous combustion; my nipples and asshole burn, my pussy pulses with desperate need. my arms ache, and the blood has run out of my hands, making it more difficult to keep the pressure on the dimes. On top of it all, lust has made me lightheaded, so I fear I might just fall over in a faint at any moment.

“Carlo, Carlo, Carlo, please.”

He chuckles. “That’s it, doll. Beg for it.” He circles my clit with his tongue then draws the little button into his mouth, sucking hard. At the same time, he breaches my back hole with one finger.

I scream, my arms jerking, almost losing control of my precious coins. “Please, please, please. Oh God, Carlo, please.”

His thumb enters my pussy, pumping in and out rapidly.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh please.” I need it faster, harder. I need more. I’m so. Damn. Close. Desperate for release. Desperate to drop my arms from their arduous task.

Carlo continues sucking, alternately pumping one finger into my ass and the thumb into my pussy.

I lose it. My scream fills the room as I lose everything—the dimes crashing down to the floor, my legs turning to jelly as my pussy spasms in wave after wave of violent release.

Carlo holds me up, still pumping his fingers, still sucking until I fall over him, my hands on his shoulders, my body limp as a rag doll.

Carlo

I stare down at Summer’s youthful face, nestled on my shoulder in slumber. After last night, I’m completely lost. There was a reason I always wanted Summer, and it’s because she was the perfect match for me.

Submissive to the core, she responds to my commands like violin strings to a bow. Her little body shakes, her pussy drips, her eyes roll back in her head at my every touch. I whipped her last night, just because I wanted to, and she took it, her arms bent behind her back, her little cries of pain making my cock harder than a rock. When I finally took her from behind, gripping her elbows and fucking her hard, she came all over my cock, her tight cunt squeezing and milking my dick until I roared my release.

Afterward, when she lay in my arms, still trembling, she looked up at me with worship and wonder on her face, and I nearly fell apart myself, wondering how I deserved such a gift.

I stroke the silky strands of her chestnut hair back from her face. My beautiful Summer. I have to figure out how to keep her. How to make this thing stick.

Despite the fact that Summer gave herself over completely in the bedroom, or maybe because she did, I worry that she isn’t solid yet. She’s given herself too easily, without enough caution or thought. Which either means she doesn’t consider this thing to be permanent, or her emotional and mental state are still weak from her recent break-up, and she simply allowed herself to be carried off by my strong personality. Probably both.

And damn, if that doesn’t make me feel guilty as hell. I didn’t mean to take advantage of her. God, I only wanted to lift her—to show her how fucking beautiful I find her, to make her see what an incredible woman she is. But maybe this all just further damaged her psyche. Yes, she said she wanted to feel sexy, but I’m afraid I just traded one evil for another—objectification in a strip club for humiliation in my bedroom. Perhaps it isn’t a sexual healing she needs at all but help with her busted career.

She stirs against me, and my erection lengthens and leans in her direction, already anxious for another round. Her eyes blink open, and she stares at me. I thought she might look shy, but it’s the bold Summer who meets my gaze, the confident young woman I remember from when I first met her.


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