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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“Do you like kissing me down there?”

I hummed again. “Very much. Especially when you still taste a little like Daddy.”

He whimpered and bucked into my hand. “I always wanna taste like Daddy.”

We’d make that happen.

Needing more, I nudged his leg over my head so he ended up on his back, and I quickly sucked his cock into my mouth. He cried out, all pleading-like, and he parted his legs wide. With plenty of spit, I pushed my thumb into his bottom, and I could tell he wanted more. He’d get it soon enough. Very soon. Because it was clear I couldn’t slow my fucking roll.

“I want your big thing, Daddy,” he begged. “Please?”

Mother of fuck.

I kept sucking him, snaking my tongue around him, and cupping his balls in my hand. Before I buried myself in him again, he was gonna get off.

“Please, please, please,” he chanted breathlessly. His abs contracted, and he couldn’t lie still to save his life. “I have oil in my nightstand—oh my God.”

Good to know.

He was close. He was right there, and he was goddamn sexy. He moaned and cried out, white-knuckled the sheets and met my every move—until he lost his fight and started coming. He trembled and groaned for Daddy, and I swallowed every burst of come.

By the time he collapsed and melted into the mattress, I was high-strung and itching to fuck him six ways to Sunday. I crawled up his body and kissed him as I blindly reached for the nightstand drawer.

Well, that was a dildo.

I found the oil and made quick work of lubing up, and then I rolled him onto his side.

Just the right time for him to come down from his high and yawn.

Fuck me, he even sucked his thumb into his mouth.

“You made me so sleepy,” he mumbled around his thumb.

“Mm, some grown-up things do that.” I positioned myself behind him and lifted his knee. “Keep your leg there for me.”

“M’kay.”

I didn’t wait. I pressed my cock between his cheeks and entered him in one long thrust.

“Ouch!” he yelped.

“Shh, you go to sleep, little one,” I whispered, my voice strained. He felt too damn good. “Daddy just needs to warm his thing.”

That earned me a drowsy whine slash whimper, and he acted as if he didn’t know whether to escape or shift closer. It was a delicious mindfuck, and I drew all the pleasure I could from watching the conflict in his expression.

I kissed his neck. “You remember our safewords are always active?”

“Yes, Sir,” he whined.

I smiled. I loved those unfiltered sounds.

“I’m hurty down there,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay.” I pulled him closer and ground my cock as deep as I could. “If you insist on making Daddy hard like this, you gotta take care of him too.”

He glanced back at me, thumb still in his mouth. “Does my bottom make you super hard?”

“All of you.” I kissed the corner of his mouth at the same time as I ghosted my fingers along his little cock. “Your adorable face, your sweet giggles, your tight little body, and everything you are.”

It made him shiver and hum, and I felt him relax more.

“I think we should have sleepovers all the time also,” he said. “All the time. So you can hurt me every night.”

Fuck, what he did to me when he said shit like that.

“You like hurting for Daddy?” I murmured.

“Mmhmm…” He nodded and blinked sleepily. “’Cause I want you to need me too much to be careful, if that makes sense. And, like—” A yawn cut him off. “Daddy owns all my holes and stuff, so he can rape and use me whenever he wants.”

Jesus fuck.

I nudged away his hand with my nose, then kissed him hard, unable to speak a goddamn word. Then I started fucking him the way I wanted to, all while my mind raced to what else I hoped for.

“I’ll wanna spoil my boy too, though.”

He lit up, though it was cut short by a thrust that hurt him. “Oww—spoil me how?”

“Depends on what you like,” I grunted. I eased back enough so I could watch us, right where my cock disappeared into him. “I think it should be my responsibility to make sure you never run out of cocoa, whipped cream, and chocolate sprinkles.”

He gasped and clutched his stuffie again. “I want that, Daddy.”

“If you want new PJs, come to me,” I went on. “We’ll go out together so Daddy can buy you some.”

“Oh,” he whimpered.

I watched him screw his eyes shut as I went harder, and it still wasn’t enough. So I rolled on top of him and began fucking him into the mattress. Fuck, just like that. Over and over, harder and faster.

He sniffled and let out the quietest cry that flooded me with pleasure.

He was so fucking tight around me, and literally the only thing that could stop me now was a safeword. I pounded into him, each thrust pushing him up the mattress, and I could no longer stay quiet. I’d thought I’d reached a peak earlier when I’d taken him out on the street, but this was something else entirely.


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