Prowl (The Game #12) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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While he tore the shirt over his head, I nudged him off my lap and handed him the glasses again. He quirked a brow.

“Maybe I’ll develop a librarian fantasy—just fuckin’ wear them.” I turned him around and guided him over to the sink. “Drop your pants for Daddy. He needs his boy’s little hole.”

“Oh my God,” he mumbled under his breath. And he fumbled a bit with his glasses.

In the meantime, I grabbed the almond oil from next to the stove and pushed down my sweats just enough to expose my cock. And the sight of him… My fucking Christ, I almost had the urge to bite down on my knuckles. Pants dropped, that tight little ass waiting for me, glasses on, complete bed head—this was my Lane. No barriers, no polish, no patience.

I didn’t have any patience either. Once I’d slicked up my cock, I positioned myself behind him and pressed my cock between his ass cheeks. The boy didn’t mess around. He looked back at me over his shoulder with those fuck-me eyes and pushed back before I could make another move, and then I was watching the pain and pleasure mingle in his expression—all while liquid euphoria fucking engulfed me.

He let out a keening moan and tried to wriggle free, maybe because he’d taken on too much at once—but it was too late for that. I stepped closer and trapped him against the sink, and I slipped a hand up to his throat.

“You made your choice, baby.” I dipped down and nipped at his neck. Fuck me, he felt so damn good around my cock. “If you come at Daddy like a whorish little animal, that’s how you’ll get treated. Now, get on your toes so I can push deeper.”

He obeyed because he loved Daddy’s pain.

Moving my hands to his hips, I set a quick pace in hope of cranking up his volume. He’d screamed for me on the boat, and they’d been unforgettable sounds. He had so much primal behavior to unleash that once I pushed the right button and got to witness the wild boy, it dumbfounded me and made me stupidly hard.

It was still dark outside, but soon, we’d start seeing people walking by on the other side of the window.

There. I pressed my cock as deep as I could, and he found his breath again. He gasped sharply and banged his hand on the counter.

“Motherfuck—!” He groaned and pushed back. “Fuck me harder, Daddy. Holy hell, that hurts so much.”

So I fucked him harder. I pulled him out from the counter a bit so he wouldn’t hurt his cock—I had limits—and then I railed him like he needed to be railed. He tensed up and moaned like a whore, and his heels didn’t touch the floor again. Every time I looked down, I saw him straining his legs to get as high as possible, his toes almost white.

The only problem was, he was too far away. I couldn’t touch him properly in this position, so that had to change. Shit was about to get uncomfortable for him.

I withdrew my cock and spun him around, and then I lifted him up to sit on the counter. But my animal didn’t mind discomfort, and he was bendy as fuck. When I lifted his leg toward my shoulder, he scooted into a better position, with his ass perched right on the edge of the counter.

“Do whatever you want with me, Daddy. You wanna fold me in half? Do it.”

That’s what I did. With his leg over my shoulder, I forced myself back inside him and groaned against his neck. This was it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was it. This was…almost it. I fucked him hard and made everything on the counter shake and clatter. He was so goddamn tight like this, and it made him feed me all those adorable whimpers. He clung to me too—as much as he could. But—shit, I couldn’t reach that sweet spot of going both hard and deep.

He moaned and cried out, cursed and panted. And in between shallow breaths, we tore down the filters.

“I missed you, Daddy. I missed your cock so much—rapefuck me, hurt me.”

“Shut up, you twisted little fuck. I’mma lose it too soon.” I groaned in sheer frustration because my thighs strained too badly. I couldn’t get as deep—I couldn’t go hard enough. The counter was a few inches too high. “Goddammit,” I growled. Then I pulled out once more, and I didn’t give him a single warning. I picked him up and walked him over to the table, where I made a sweeping motion and sent our breakfast to the floor. Finally. I folded him in half again and drilled into him. Now. I moaned loudly, and he cried out. He scratched up my neck trying to latch on to me, but he gave up after a moment and collapsed backward.



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