The Secret Plan (The Game #10) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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Then I took our morning cuddle to the next level and buried myself balls deep in his ass.

“Fuck,” he exhaled.

I swear.

“I’ll never tire of this.” I kissed his neck and just let the sensations wash over me. It was everything from the soft, smooth flesh of his cheeks pressed against my upper thighs, to his asshole stretching around my cock. A hot flash of holy fuck, this is mind-blowingly great even nine years later. The urgency came and went, depending on mood and whatnot, but those first few seconds after I pushed inside him hadn’t changed since we’d met and we’d fucked our way through the night.

In that moment, I could still see us in Richmond. I could see Luke when he entered the bar and stumbled right into a girl who was there with her older brothers. I could almost reach out and grab the attraction I’d been struck by, which hadn’t been the first glance at Luke. It’d been when he’d reached his limit. He’d offered to buy the girl a drink as an apology for sending her to the floor, and the brothers had accused him of buying her silence. And right then and there, Luke had stiffened; his jaw had clenched, and he’d been so fed up.

I’d intervened a second later, feeling fucked in the head. And wondering, who was this rain-soaked pretty boy who was willing to go up against the linebacker-sized Richmond Royalty?

I let out a long breath and stroked his hip, and my mouth never left his shoulder and neck.

“Right there,” he murmured. “Stay there.”

I couldn’t stay completely still, but I could rub up against that spot in quick thrusts where I never pulled out more than a couple inches.

“Jesus, Colt,” he groaned. “I almost need to stroke your ego.”

I grinned and sucked on his earlobe. At the same time, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and pushed in harder. Then I slowed down but used longer strokes to tease him.

He moaned and began meeting every movement.

“God, I love your cock,” he muttered.

Keep talkin’, darlin’.

I could only pace myself for so long, though. Sooner rather than later, I withdrew from him and told him to get on all fours for me. I wanted to get us off before we had breakfast trays in bed.

Luke didn’t complain. My perfect cock-whore woke up, pushed out his ass for me, and looked at me over his shoulder as I slammed in.

I started fucking him in earnest, my fingers digging into his hips, and the bed creaked with each thrust.

This was heaven. We found our rhythm and let the sounds and the pleasure seduce us. Fuck. He got needy too. I loved it. He didn’t beg verbally as much as he tried to get impossibly closer and latch on to me. He eased back on my lap, sinking down on my cock with a satisfied moan, and reached back to thread his fingers through my hair.

“You gettin’ there, baby?” I planted an openmouthed kiss along his neck as the pressure built up rapidly within me. He stroked himself quickly, and he was so goddamn sexy. “Fuck—clench down like that again.”

I was gonna lose it soon.

“So close,” he breathed.

Thank fuck.

I pushed him forward once more so I could fuck him faster and chase my orgasm, and I didn’t hold back one bit. My man loved being taken by his savage. It was the only pain he was obsessed with, being fucked brutally.

I screwed my eyes shut and ignored my muscles protesting. The pleasure surged through me like fire, and I was right there, seconds away from letting go. His groans grew louder, and each one fueled me.

Then he was gone. He started coming, moaning and panting, and I sent myself off the cliff. It wasn’t like him to come on the sheets; he usually came in his hand these days, but I guessed he really needed to let go. I punched into him a few more times and groaned as I emptied my balls in him. Fucking hell, I really needed this too.

And the post-fuck cuddles that were about to follow.

We’re on our way. Tied up toes?

I grinned and responded to Reese.

Absofuckinglutely. Spread the word. The brats should arrive in agony. We have spares for y’all, by the way.

It was settled. I pocketed my phone, then jogged down to the second floor and the guest room where Luke and I kept our kink gear in an armoire.

“Colt!” Kit yelled from downstairs. “Can you help me with my bow tie?”

“Be right there!” I hollered back. In the bottom drawer of the armoire, I sifted through countless bundles of rope until I found a handful of tiny boxes, not much larger than the cap on a soda bottle. I didn’t know if everyone attending had their own set, so I might as well bring what we had downstairs.


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