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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“I’ll try, mistress,” he says, his cock already thick and hard as he tosses his boxer briefs to the ground. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a turn-on to think about coming bare inside a woman like you.”

Damn. I’ve never been so glad to be on the pill and in a committed, condom-free relationship.

I pull in a breath, shivering a little as I rasp, “On the furs. On your back. I intend to stake my claim on every inch of that fine cock.”

“And I don’t intend to put up a fight,” he says, casting one last heated glance my way before dropping down to his knees to move through the small entrance into the tent.

Thanking my lucky stars, my fairy godmother, and whatever mixture of genetics and solid, empowering upbringing gave me the guts to ask Christian to be my sex mentor in the first place, I join him, determined to make this a morning he’ll never forget.

Chapter Twenty-Two

CHRISTIAN

More and more often these days, I find myself wondering how I got so damned lucky.

Not only is Starling one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, she’s also hardworking, compassionate, brave, funny, and a stone-cold weirdo who jumps into our role-playing with every bit of her considerable heart and soul.

“That’s right, captive, work yourself for me,” she says as she pushes me onto my back on the furry blanket and straddles my hips. “Let me see you stroke yourself.”

“Yes, mistress.” I jerk my cock slowly from base to tip as she draws her furry bra up and over her head, treating me to a delicious view of her slightly dirty tits.

She’s smeared something on herself—black makeup of some kind?—to make her look like a barbarian warrior princess fresh from battle, and call me a sex pervert, but I am here for it. I am so here for it, I stop stroking myself, needing a break from erotic stimulation before I embarrass myself, only to earn a sharp smack on my thigh from my domineering warlordess.

“I said stroke yourself, captive,” she says, cupping her breasts in her hands. “Displease me again, and I won’t let you suck my nipples while I ride you.”

“I apologize, mistress,” I say, gripping myself at the base of my cock and squeezing, willing myself to retain control. “Don’t take the nipples off the table. It would be my honor and privilege to worship your breasts while you take your pleasure from my lowly, unworthy cock.”

Her lips quirk, but she regains control, staying in character as she murmurs, “Your cock is lowly and unworthy, but…I like the shape of it.”

“You do?” I bite my bottom lip as she begins to tease her own nipples, making me even crazier to get my hands—and my mouth—on them.

She glances down, the feel of her gaze on me enough to make me even harder. “Yes. And the way it glistens at the tip for me.” Her eyes slide back to my face, connecting with mine with enough electricity to make my heart skip a beat. “What do you call that, captive?”

“Pre-come,” I say, the need to be inside her so strong, I can’t resist arching my hips, lifting her a few inches into the air. “It means I find you very, very sexy.”

Her mouth hooks up on one side. “You have a thing for strong women who steal you away to their tents and demand that you give them your seed?”

“I do.” I pause for a second, a little surprised when I realize the “knocking her up” part of the fantasy is pretty hot. But that’s the best part of this kind of play. I learn new things about Starling—and myself—all the time. This was her addition to my barbarian suggestion, so it must be something that gets her worked up, too. Leaning into that, I add in a husky voice, “Knowing you want me to come inside you, to fill you up with my seed and give you a baby. It turns me on so much.”

Her lips part, her breath rushing out as she skims her hands from her breasts to the top of her tiny leather shorts. “I like the way you talk to me, captive. If you please my pussy as much as you please my ears, I might even let you finish on top.”

Before I can say, “Thank you, mistress, that would be fucking amazing,” she shifts to one side of my hips and quickly disposes of her shorts, revealing she has absolutely nothing on underneath.

She straddles me again, granting me a glimpse of her wet pussy in the candlelight that nearly undoes me all over again. But I clench my jaw and her hips in each hand, maintaining control as she fits my cock to her entrance and slowly sinks down.

She lets out a soft moan that summons a growl from low in my throat. “Yes,” she says, shifting forward to brace her hands on my chest. “Your cock pleases me, captive. I like the way you fill me.” She rises up until my head is barely held inside her before grinding down hard again. “I like it very much. You may worship my breasts as your reward.”


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