Boss Me Around (The Mcguire Brothers #3) Read Online Lili Valente

Categories Genre: Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: The Mcguire Brothers Series by Lili Valente
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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“So, you’re a slut then?” I ask, backing her across the grass and shutting the gate behind us.

She nods slowly, a grin twitching at her lips. “I am, husband. I’m a filthy little slut. I know I am because I already want more cock.” Her lashes drop seductively. “But this time, I want yours.”

“I won’t be gentle with you, wife,” I warn, gripping her ass hard through her skirts. I drag her against where I’m about to rip a hole in the khaki pants I wore with the Ren Faire costume this time. “I intend to remind you who you belong to.”

She nods, her breasts rising and falling above her corset, making me understand the phrase “heaving bosoms” for the first time. “Yes, husband. It’s the only way I’ll learn to be faithful. You must punish me with pleasure and make me come on your fat cock again and again.”

Before I make a conscious decision to grab her, I’ve tossed my naughty little wife over my shoulder and am moving quickly toward the shed. I’m not sure what I expect to find there, but it isn’t an inviting space with a pillow-covered bed, a wingback chair and footstool, and a table set with snacks and a bottle of champagne. There’s also what looks like a yoga and exercise area near the washer and utility sink in the far corner, but it’s mostly hidden behind an old fireplace screen, and the setting is still way more authentic than I imagined it would be.

And that footstool is exactly what I need.

I set Starling back on her feet just long enough to perch on the stool, then drag her across my thighs. She lets out a surprised bleat, followed by a gasp as I begin to lift her skirts. “Husband, no, don’t spank me. I’m not a child.”

“No, you’re my wife, my property, and I’ll do as I see fit with your sweet ass,” I say, brows shooting up as I uncover her bottom to find it bare. “Where are your underthings, wife?”

“I gave them to my lover,” she whispers, a tremble in her voice, I hope is due to excitement not any worry that I’ll actually hurt her. “I wanted him to have something to remember me by.”

“I’ll give you something to remember me by, slut,” I counter, adding beneath my breath. “If you want to stop at any time just stay Kyle is a dumb turkey, okay?”

“I don’t ever want to stop, and I have no idea who Kyle is,” she responds without missing a beat. “My lover’s name was James, and he was lovely. His cock filled me so perfectly, I’ll never forget it.”

“Vicious woman,” I say, smoothing my hand over her bare ass, sending another shiver through her body. “You rip my heart out with your words. Punishing you will truly be a pleasure.”

I bring my hand down on her right butt cheek and then the left in quick succession, summoning a sharp cry from her lips. “That’s right, woman. Take your punishment. It’s what you deserve, to have your little ass reddened by your husband.”

I spank her several more times—not enough to cause any real pain, just enough to draw the blood to the surface—then slide my fingers between her thighs, unable to fight back a smile when I feel how wet she already is.

“Dirty little girl,” I say, stroking two fingers into her pussy, making her moan. “You like being turned over my knee.”

“I do, husband,” she says, squirming against my hand. “I like it when you tell me what a dirty girl I am and spank my bottom.”

“Then let’s see how you like this,” I say, withdrawing my fingers as I order her to, “Spread your legs. Wide. Wider, wife, I want to see your shameless cunt.” She obeys, a turned-on sound escaping her lips as I use that “c” word she likes so much. Then I deliver a single sharp smack to her pussy, being sure to strike her clit while I’m at it, and her moan becomes a cry of raw desire so intense I lose time for a moment.

When I come back into my body, I have Starling bent over the bed with her legs on the floor, leaning over her as I fuck her with my fingers from behind. “Are you ready for my cock, wife? Are you ready to feel every inch of your husband inside you?”

“Yes, please, yes,” she begs, wiggling against my fingers. “I want you so much. I need you, husband.”

I’ve never gotten a condom on so fast. Then I lean back over her, quickly working on the various ties and buttons holding the complicated top half of her clothing in place. But I’m too turned on to wait long enough to strip her out of the various layers. I simply loosen them enough to bare her breasts above the top of her corset, then grip both her gorgeous tits tight in my hands.


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