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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I stand at the washing machine, not seeing anything when Bobby’s strong arms close around me from behind. Not rough or demanding. Conciliatory.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be an asshole.” He runs his hands up and down my arms, across my waist. He turns me to face him. “I was a dick. I shouldn’t have barked.” He cups my face. “Forgive me, Lex?”

My nose burns unaccountably, and I nod.

“It was…business. You don’t ever want to be in the position of overhearing anything that makes you useful to the feds and a liability to the Family. I’m trying to protect you, bambi.”

I bob my head. “I understand.”

“That’s my girl.” He brushes his lips across mine then kisses them softly, coaxing a response from me. When he pulls away he strokes the back of his finger up my neck and under my chin. “Can I make it up to you?”

Bobby

I lift Lexi to sit on the washing machine and spread her knees wide. Words are cheap. Orgasms go farther when it comes to apologizing. I pull her ass right up to the edge and tug the gusset of her panties to the side.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard you forget everything but the fact that I own this sweet little body.” I lick into her, taking my time tracing around her labia, then rolling my tongue over her clit. When she gets juicy and starts moaning, I slide two fingers inside her with one hand. With the other, I reach up and grasp her throat. I don’t squeeze–I would never do that without a discussion first, but I give her the idea of restraint. The sensation of being owned.

Clearly it’s a turn-on because she goes wild, undulating her hips to take my fingers deeper and making the cutest greedy sounds in her throat.

I stop stroking over her G-spot and instead, start finger-fucking her, the pads of my two fingers bumping that sensitive bundle of nerves every time I hit her inner wall.

She whines and moans, her knees clamping around my shoulders. I apply my tongue to her clit at the same time I pump my digits into her. It only takes a few seconds before she’s screaming my name, her tight channel squeezing and pulsing around my fingers.

“That’s it, cara mia.” I ease my fingers out, pull her off the washing machine and turn her around. “Take those panties off for me.”

She’s dazed but manages to follow my instructions as I pull out another condom, and roll it over my cock, wishing for once I could skip it and get the full sensation of her hot pussy enveloping my bare cock.

I press against her entrance, groaning as she welcomes me in, her plump folds parting with the sweetest sensation as they close around the head of my member.

I grip both her elbows and pull them back, pressing her chest down on the washing machine as I pump into her.

“Who do you belong to, beautiful girl?”

“Ahh…”

I fuck her harder. “Who makes you come, sweetheart?”

“You do!” she gasps.

This time, I finish, slamming my pelvis against hers until I come with a roar. “Come, Lexi!” I command, and she bucks, her body obedient to my will, her muscles tightening around my cock in a pulsing crescendo.

Even after I pull out, remove the condom and zip up my pants, I hold her immobilized against the washing machine.

Tracing a finger down her butt crack, I touch her little pink pucker. “Has anyone ever taken you here before?”

“No,” she pants.

“No? With an ass this sweet? That’s a travesty.” I press my finger more insistently. She tightens against the intrusion. “Spread your legs wide, baby.”

She whimpers softly and opens wider.

I bring my fingers up, lightly spanking her pussy.

She moans.

I repeat the action, spanking her pussy again and again, delighted that despite her whimpers of protest, she holds perfectly still for it. I dip my thumb into her juices to lubricate it, then push it against her anus, gaining entry as I slide two fingers into her pussy at the same time. I fingerfuck her, first pressing my thumb, then the two fingers, alternating holes as her mewls of protest and need grow louder.

She screams as she bucks in a fourth orgasm, giving a sob of relief as it shakes her. I ease my fingers out and help her into her panties, then flip her skirt down. Turning her to face me, I kiss her.

“Are we good?”

She nods. Her eyes are dilated, and she looks drunk, her knees wobbly beneath her.

I put my arm around her waist and guide her toward the door. “What else do you need to do to close up?”

She looks around blankly. “Uh...just lock up, I guess.”

I wash my hands in the sink and stop by her station. “Where’s your purse?”

She gives her head a shake, as if to recover her senses. “Oh! Got it.” She opens a drawer and retrieves the purse, taking out her keys. She sets the alarm, and we exit. When she selects the correct key, I take it from her hands and lock the door.



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