We Have Till Monday Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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“That’s rough,” I murmured. “I know the feeling of not being able to fit into a set standard for relationships.”

He hummed. “Yes, you do.” As he slid one hand up my spine, he shifted a little closer and began pushing into me.

The pain was bearable, despite his impressive size. It just felt fucking perfect. I’d needed this for too goddamn long for any pain to get in the way of the pleasure.

We both groaned as he buried himself in one long thrust.

Lust went from simmering and glowing to setting off shivers and explosions within me. The urgency shot through the roof, and I hoped he didn’t wanna carry on the conversation much longer. I wasn’t sure I could focus on anything but his big cock inside me.

He was done with his teasing, thank fuck. With a firm grip on my hips, he pulled out slowly, only to push in again much harder.

I cursed and clenched around him.

Fire spread its way through my veins.

Wanting him closer, I pushed against his cock and reached for him. He sat back on his haunches; I followed and was able to touch him more. He was able to touch me more too. His arms came around me, his hands roaming my chest and my cock, and I squeezed his ass greedily.

“That’s my boy. Fuck yourself on me.” He took a deep breath and wrapped his fingers around my cock. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.”

I groaned and felt all my mental barriers shattering. I didn’t wanna feel self-conscious about my preferences, about wanting to be the subservient guy who just wanted to be fucked into oblivion. Just because people described me as rough around the edges and gruff didn’t mean I felt that way.

August moaned as I sat back on him harder, wanting more, more, more. Fuck, it’d been so long… He filled me, stretched me, and owned my mind, even when I was the one controlling the movements.

“It’s okay to be a greedy boy with me, Anthony.” He planted an openmouthed kiss along my neck that gave me goose bumps. “It’s what you are, isn’t it? You’re a greedy boy?”

He was doing this on purpose. He was pushing at my mind-set.

“Yeah,” I responded, sucking in a sharp breath as he moved his hips to dig deeper into me.

“Say it.” He nipped at my earlobe. “Let go, darlin’.”

I flushed all over and swallowed hard. “I’m a greedy boy.”

“You’re a greedy boy for my cock.”

He was killing me. I didn’t know why a part of me struggled against what I wanted. Maybe it was the same thing as always. Society’s rules.

Say it.

“I’m a greedy boy for your cock.” I did my best to shove aside the awkwardness that welled up within me.

“Mm. Next time I make you say that, I promise it’ll be easier.” He slowed me down with a firm grip to my hips. “Lie down on your back so I can take care of you.”

So I can take care of you.

Those words reverberated through me, pushing further at my mentality, as I eased off his cock and got comfortable on my back. Knees pulled up a bit, feet planted firmly on the mattress.

He moved between my legs and slid his hands over my knees, parting them farther. “So damn beautiful. I wish Camden were here with his camera. I want to save this very image of you. Open and waiting for me, rock hard and all man.”

Fuck, I was gonna grow addicted to him if he kept saying shit like that.

He didn’t give me much time to answer before he was looming over me, gathering my hands over my head, pushing his cock back inside me, and capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss, but I had to say something.

I groaned at the feel of him taking me, burying himself to the hilt. “I’ve followed your videos for almost a year without learning a goddamn thing. There’s a reason for that.”

He hummed appreciatively against my lips and began fucking me in deep, hard thrusts. “Did you think inappropriate thoughts about me while I was trying to teach you to cook, Anthony?”

I couldn’t contain the slow, half-sheepish grin that took over, because of-fucking-course I’d thought inappropriate thoughts about him. I could write a book solely about his hands. And the charisma he exuded with each smile, not to mention how expressive and warm his eyes were. Hazel mixed with experience and assertiveness. Hell, I was getting lost in those peepers right fucking now.

“Can you blame me?” I closed the distance and kissed him. “Every move you make is pornographic, and you’re lethally handsome.”

He released one of my hands to cup my cheek, and he kissed me with so much hunger that I stopped breathing.

Neither of us had anything else to say. We became all hands, mouths, and the rest of our bodies. We spurred each other on and made out like teenagers. He made me feel shit I hadn’t felt since I actually was a teenager. The desire I had for this man that spread through me like wildfire was mind-numbing.



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