Don’t Tease Me (Made Men #1) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Made Men Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
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“Good girl.” He begins to spank again, methodically, evenly, one side then the other, right on the place where cheek meets thigh.

I wriggle over his lap.

“I’m sorry!” I gasp when it starts to burn, reaching back to try to cover my butt. Bobby takes my wrist and bends my arm behind my back, pinning it there while he continues to apply rapid-fire smacks to the lower half of my ass. To my surprise, he shifts the grasp on my wrist so he’s holding my hand instead, as if offering tenderness or support while he inflicts pain.

The endorphins kick in. A rush of pleasure at the pain soaks through me, along with an ocean of affection for my punisher.

“I’m sorry!” I repeat.

“Sorry for what?” He traces a circle around my ass, soothing away the sting.

“Sorry for pissing you off?”

He chuckles. “Wrong answer.” He gives me two more spanks. “Sorry for pissing me off means you don’t think you did anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry I cursed?” I keep groping. “Sorry I disrespected you.”

Bobby’s hand tangles in my hair in an unhurried caress. He delivers several more spanks, then dips his fingers between my legs and rubs over my soaked slit. “Mmm. You liked your spanking,” he rumbles, obviously enjoying himself.

I wiggle my ass on his lap. I’m ready for more–pain or pleasure–whatever he wants to deliver. I want it all.

The intensity of this relationship matches no other. With Bobby, I've been my most vulnerable and found in him more concern, attention and caring than I’ve ever received from any man. He handles intimacy better than anyone I know—hell, he demands it from me. And he proves himself worthy of it, again and again.

He finds my clit and circles it and a mini-orgasm ripples through me. “That’s right, baby,” he murmurs. “I like when you come on my fingers.”

Bobby lifts me to straddle his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and rock over the bulge in his pants. “You’re not really mad at me, are you?” I ask, even though I already know he’s enjoying himself thoroughly.

“Mad about you,” he murmurs in my hair. He kisses me, then pulls away, and strokes my lower lip with his thumb.

I take it into my mouth and suck. Hard.

His gaze darkens. He pats the sofa cushion. “Kneel up, bambi.”

I climb onto my knees facing the back of the couch. Bobby stands behind me and rolls on a condom. I’m already in outer space, so the moment he pushes into me, my eyes roll back in my head with pleasure. He grips my hips and fucks me roughly, his loins slapping against mine. I hand onto the back of the couch, bracing myself, pushing my ass back to take him even deeper.

The room swoops and tilts like I’m on a rollercoaster. I’m lightheaded, awash with pleasure. Bobby’s fingers tighten around my hips, his thrusts grow more rough.

“Please,” I whimper, needing to come again.

“Wait for permission,” he growls.

I hold my breath, holding off the orgasm hurtling closer as he continues to slam into me.

“Now, baby.” His voice chokes as he shoves in deep and spends. He reaches around to the front of my hips and rubs over my clit, and I shatter, ecstasy exploding from my core outward in spirals of heat and endorphins.

My shriek echoes off the walls, my toes curl. I shake and shudder and wring out every last drop of pleasure from Bobby’s cock.

Bobby continues to lightly stroke my clit. “And that’s what happens when you’re a bad girl,” he rumbles with satisfaction.

Chapter Seventeen

Bobby

I study Lexi as she sleeps. I spent the night with her. I told myself it was because it was too late to go home, but the truth was that I didn’t want to leave.

Sleeping apart from Lexi is starting to feel wrong.

I texted Juliana and Janine last night to let them know I wouldn’t be home.

Now I lean up on one elbow to take in her beautiful face in the morning light. Her thick shiny hair fans out across her pillow, her lashes are long and dark against delicate skin. She has the sort of beauty that would last into old age—fine bone structure, big eyes and a generous smile.

I resist the urge to caress her face, not wanting to wake her.

Her lashes flutter open, and she stares at me, her lips stretching into a wide smile. “You stayed.” She throws a leg over mine and grinds her mons against it.

Her sex drive is incredible.

She slides her hand over my chest, resuming a slow undulation with her pelvis. “You’re the boss.”

I laugh, picking up the cue. “That’s right, little girl.”

The juices from her pussy dampen my leg. She gets up to her hands and knees and crawls down over me. “May I suck your dick?”

My cock, already standing at attention, surges with delight. “Please.”


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