The Boyfriend Read Online Abigail Barnette (The Boss #7)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
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“Let me fuck your ass,” El-Mudad begged against my ear, and I moaned, “Yes.”

He sat on the edge of the tub and slicked lube over himself before lifting me onto his lap. I knew he was trying to go slow, but I didn’t mind being a little rough. I guided him to the right spot and let gravity do the rest, gasping in pain as he stretched me.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered, and Neil pulled the dildo from the glass and handed it to El-Mudad. Without hesitation, El-Mudad plunged it into my pussy. I held myself up while he flexed his hips beneath me, pounding in my ass while hammering my pussy with the dildo. Neil knelt on the step beside us and pressed his cock against El-Mudad’s lips. There was nothing artful or coordinated about this. Just all out, frantic, animalistic fucking. The pain of El-Mudad’s cock in my ass sent those familiar cold shivers up and down my spine, even in the steaming water, until both sensations blended into one. The base of the dildo brushing my clit pushed me higher and higher.

“Harder, please, harder,” I begged, my lips against his throat, and he was happy to oblige. My orgasm built and built and built, my clit stimulated inside and out from our desperate pace, and I came screaming so loudly that I was sure someone would run up and check on us. Luckily, no one did, because I wasn’t sure El-Mudad could have stopped if he’d wanted to; he buried himself deep, flooding me with wicked warmth, his shout cut off by Neil’s cock deep in his throat.

“I’m close,” Neil warned El-Mudad. “I’m going to come in your fucking mouth.”

“Save it,” I gasped, reaching up to trail one finger down his chest and over his stomach. “Let’s go to the bed.”

He groaned in frustration as he pulled out. “Hurry, then.”

El-Mudad’s thighs visibly trembled as we got out of the tub. We left wet footprints on the wood floor as we moved to the bedroom. The duvet soaked beneath us as the three of us tumbled onto it in a wild, wet tangle of arms and legs.

“Lay down.” I wriggled across the bed to sit beside Neil as he lay back. I leaned on my arms and swung my legs across him, perpendicular. His eyes widened as I took the lube bottle and squeezed a generous amount over my feet and his cock.

“I’ve seen your browser history,” I said with a wicked smile. “You could have just asked, you know.”

“I…” he swallowed, his eyes closing as I stroked one foot up and down his shaft. “I was a bit embarrassed.”

“There’s no reason to be,” El-Mudad said softly, lying beside him. He cupped Neil’s jaw in one hand and slid his fingers up, into his hair, ruffling the drying silver strands.

“With everything, we do together, did you really think something like this…” I maneuvered his erection between my feet and glided them up and down his length. “Would make us uncomfortable? You’re all about exploring my desires, but you rarely ask for the things that make you happy.”

“You don’t…” he breathed heavily now, watching every movement of my feet as I caressed his cock. “I’ve always been a bit shy about it. This is the first time anyone has ever—”

“No!” I gasped. Had I found something Neil had never done? “This is fucking great! I can’t believe I get to fulfill one of your fantasies!”

He curled up from the bed and grabbed me, holding my hair roughly to lean me over for a kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth until I had to pull back to get a breath.

“You fulfill my fantasies every day,” he whispered. Then, with a moan of pure rapture, he laid back again.

“Just enjoy it,” I said, slightly increasing my speed. “Just watch my feet on you. They’re so slippery and ticklish doing this. It’s really making my pussy wet.”

“Your pussy was already wet,” El-Mudad teased.

Neil groaned and reached one hand under my thighs, his fingers brushing my cunt. He plunged two between my labia, then pulled them back and sucked them clean.

“What do you think of my toenail polish?” I asked with feigned innocence. “I don’t know about the red...does it seem kind of slutty to you?”

“Fuck, yes it does,” he managed as his breathing sped up. “Oh god, I’m going to come.”

“Do it,” I told him, gripping him just a little tighter. My calves burned, but it was totally worth it. “Come all over my feet.”

That did it. He lifted his hips from the bed with a loud, strangled cry and I polished the head of his jerking cock with the arches of my feet as he pumped rope after rope of cum over them. I kept going until he reached down and stopped me with a hiss of oversensitivity. Sweat gleamed on his forehead and collarbones.


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