Page 23 of R for Rough

“Don’t pull out,” I croaked. “Green, green, green. Holy f-fuck.”

He chuckled darkly and kissed the spot below my ear. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, boy. I want you to hurt.”

He forced a sluggish shudder through me with those words. He was a sadistic dream come true. I was already so damn sure. Because in my experience, most Tops hesitated in this very moment, fearing they’d gone too far.

Not Griffin.

“More,” I whimpered.

He gave me more. He pulled out and pushed in again, hard, and he didn’t stop. It was as if he knew exactly how this discomfort affected me, how addicted I was to that white-hot pain that rendered me useless.

He abandoned my cock and set a fast pace to fuck me roughly up against the door, which he soon wasn’t happy with. He shifted me to the brick wall instead and groaned as he took me.

A rush of something—no, never mind. It was a car approaching, driving by, disappearing again.

I let out a long moan.

Liquid pleasure pulsed through me and heated me up. It turned me into a fucking whore. One who couldn’t stop pleading for more, one who couldn’t stop moving with him. Whenever he pushed in, I pushed back and clenched down.

His hand covered mine on the brick wall, and he shifted it higher and nudged me forward. He wanted me right there, my cheek pressed against the cold brick, where every thrust shook me and caused scratches. He dipped down and kissed my neck, and he fisted my cock again. He never stopped moving—and he didn’t pull out much anymore either. He ground his cock deeper and stroked mine. I felt his tongue against my neck, his teeth, his lips, his hot breaths…

I’d never been so swept away by a fuck before in my life. He was all I could think about.

He made pain and pleasure come together inside me.

I whimpered, begged, and moaned.

Every now and then, shocks of hurt and worry smacked into me, when he stroked my cock a little harder and accidentally rubbed it against the wall.

“This is only the beginning,” he whispered in my ear, out of breath. “This is me going easy on you.”

My eyes flashed open, and pleasure crashed down on me, pushing me to the brink.

“I’ll take you whenever the fuck I want,” he continued. The promise and the threat again. Fuck, how I loved it.

I gasped and pushed against him even more. “And stop isn’t a safeword.”

“Absolutely not.” He flicked my earlobe with the tip of his tongue. “If anything, it’s a great way to let Daddy know you want him to rape you harder.”

“I want that,” I whimpered. “I want that so much.”

He exhaled a curse and shuddered, before he gripped my cock tighter and?—

“Close,” I choked out. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it happened too fast. All of a sudden, I was pushed off the cliff, and euphoria all but drowned me.

I vaguely registered—and heard—Griffin surrendering too, but I couldn’t do anything to prolong his pleasure. Once again, I couldn’t fucking move. One shiver set off another as I came against the wall, and it felt like I spiked a fever. Heat pressed itself to the surface, and I scrunched up my face and held my breath.

This is only the beginning. This is me going easy on you.

Griffin had to be mine. I needed him to be my Daddy.

As soon as I could breathe properly, I collapsed against him, and he caught me in a bear hug. My cheek was suddenly on fire too, and I couldn’t wait to see the scratches. The more marks, the better!

Deep breaths.

CHAPTER 7

Griffin Lawson

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