R for Rough – Camassia Cove Universe Read Online Cara Dee

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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 dipped down and kissed him, and he took that as an invitation to climb me like a tree, which I was very fine with. Hell, he felt perfect in my arms. I deepened the kiss and wrapped his legs around my hips, and then I carried him into the bedroom.

“I’m needy-wanty,” he whined.

So is Daddy.

I couldn’t wait to hear him utter that name for me. When he was ready.

“We’ll see what I can do about that, but first, I’m gonna do an inspection.” Since I hadn’t been able to do it in his tiny shower.

I tossed him onto the bed, and he giggled up a storm and instantly scrambled over to his “favorite stuffie ever,” a large pillow-shaped thing with big eyes he’d named Fluffster. Even I could admit it was ridiculously soft, and it was too easy picturing him sleeping with it. But I hoped I could start replacing it soon.

“No hiding under the covers,” I said, pulling them down again. I stole his towel, too, and threw it over the chair in the corner. My own towel followed.

“But it’s nippy!”

I grinned and joined him in bed. Fuck, a damn good bed. Equal parts firm and soft, with a comfy duvet that had some weight to it. Not one of those weighted blankets my niece raved about, but just…heavy.

I pushed him mostly onto his stomach, and he pulled up a leg, which… This view right here, when he was hugging his stuffie, deliciously naked and exposed…

I released a breath and got comfortable farther down, and I kissed one of his butt cheeks. Perfect little bottom too, made to be marked, grabbed, and bitten.

He squirmed and snickered into his stuffie.

I rubbed his cheeks unhurriedly and parted them, and my mouth watered. It seemed I was going to overuse the word perfect for a long time to come. Fucking hell, how was I gonna be able to resist?

“Sir?”

“Mmhmm.” I leaned down and kissed his soft flesh, and I traced a finger over his little opening.

“Ooohh,” he exhaled and shivered. “Um…when can I call you Daddy?”

Yesterday.

“Whenever you’re ready. I don’t know if you wish to establish some boundaries first.”

I’d met Littles who’d jumped right in, and I’d met ones who wanted to ease into things. I was good with either; those titles had the meaning we gave them. That said, I already knew they’d carry all the meaning with Tracy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone two years messed up over his mere presence. He’d been under my skin for a long time already.

“I wanna be together,” he admitted, his voice muffled by the stuffie. “That’s what I want.”

I swallowed hard and fought against the voices in my head. It’s gonna crash and burn. He’ll leave within three months. He’ll get sick of you just like the others did. But couldn’t he be the fucking exception? Tracy, of all people, understood my job. I couldn’t imagine him walking out because my work took up most of my time—considering he worked the same hours. And we’d be together there. I’d get to see him at the restaurant, and when I traveled to tend to my own business, what if he joined me? They weren’t long journeys by any means, but I did have to go away every other month for a week or so.

“I want that too, little one.” I leaned over him again, and I left a trail of kisses between his butt cheeks. “I want what we talked about outside the Realtor’s place.”

He nodded quickly. “All of that, so much.”

A slow shudder rolled through me, and I eased my tongue over his little hole. He wouldn’t need too much recovery time. He was red, but I hadn’t broken his skin or caused a tear.

He let out a faint whimper and pushed out his cute bottom for me.

“You like this?”

He nodded. “I’m super sensitive.”

Even better.

I licked him unhurriedly, predicting I was gonna get utterly fucking hooked on eating him out. He had to, uh…fuck, I don’t know, but… Did he get waxed or something? I mean, I got that he wasn’t naturally hairy; he had no chest hair and very little under his arms, but there was always something.

“Do you have some sort of hair-removal routine?”

“Yes, Sir. I don’t have much, but I use a cream.”

“Keep doing that. I’m already addicted.”

He moaned as I dipped my tongue inside. “I want you to be addicted to me, Daddy.”

There we go.

Goose bumps appeared all over, and I took a deep breath, letting the pleasure and possessiveness settle within me. I hummed and tongue-fucked him deeper, and I reached between his legs to grasp his cock. Rock hard and fitting perfectly in my hand. Motherfucker, I was gonna lose it. I’d obviously been drawn to his size since the time we’d met, but this was different. Without having to deny my reactions, I could go all in and admit I fucking loved how small he was.


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