The Sister Read Online Abigail Barnette (The Boss #6)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Billionaire, Drama, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
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Oh, there were going to be so many conversations.

But for now, there was a lot of sex to be had, and it required the right frame of mind. I was used to being submissive, pleasing and wanting to please. I had to find a way to get there if I was going to get off.

“All right, Sophie. Get on your knees,” El-Mudad said. Whether he’d meant to satisfy my need for submission or not, it worked. I did as I was told, bracing myself on my hands and swaying back, my breath held for the moment I would feel the head of him pressed against my cunt.

Neil rose on his knees in front of me, and my mouth fell open to automatically take him in. Precum leaked from the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue through it then licked my lips, holding his gaze as I did so. He reached down and cupped my cheek then slid his hand over my jaw and into my hair. That little touch of roughness thrilled through me. I opened my mouth and let him guide my lips over him with the gentle pressure of his hand tangled in my hair. I’d no sooner taken as much of his length as I could when El-Mudad gently parted me with the head of his cock and pushed into me, steady and unhurried.

I moaned around Neil’s thick erection and clenched down on El-Mudad’s. He leaned over my back and whispered, “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come.”

Keeping my balance was a little difficult, but I managed to stay in position while I rubbed my clit with the tips of my fingers. Neil’s hand rested heavy on the back of my head as he fucked my mouth, far enough into my throat to make me gag with each thrust. I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain and the humiliation. A long string of drool hit my chin, and that base denigration was the final spark I needed. I pushed back on El-Mudad, my cry trapped in my mouth by Neil’s cock, pushed deep, choking me. He held my head down firmly, never letting up until my strangled screams and violent trembling subsided.

Before my brain could recover, El-Mudad pulled out of me. Neil did the same, hauling me up and dropping me onto my back. He covered my body, my limp legs falling open for him to settle between. He had to force his cock into me; my satiated cunt was so swollen that it resisted involuntarily.

El-Mudad positioned himself between our legs and smoothed his hands down Neil’s back. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Neil pressed his forehead to mine, and his grip on my hands tightened. “God, I can’t wait.”

My lungs pumped oxygen overtime.

Neil took a deep breath then winced.

“Relax.” I giggled and rolled my hips beneath him. “That’s what you always tell me.”

He kissed me, laughing against my mouth. “I’m not sure how I feel about you talking to me that way when I’m inside you.”

“Tell me when to move,” El-Mudad said, bending to kiss Neil’s shoulder.

“Any time you like,” Neil responded, and a shiver went through him. He withdrew a little from me, trapped between the two of us, and gasped in surprise.

“Do you need to stop?” I asked, disentangling my hands from his to reach up and touch his face.

“No, not at all,” he reassured me. “It’s just been a while.”

I knew pretty well what he was feeling; the pain that almost made me want to back out, the cold chills like electricity sparking over my skin. Neil throbbed inside me, grinding so deep I gasped in pain.

I widened my legs and pulled my knees up, letting him slip even deeper.

El-Mudad moved slowly, and I tried to match his rhythm while Neil struggled between us. I knew that feeling, too—the desperate indecision. Pull away? Push back? Being the one in the middle meant you didn’t have a lot to do but stay there and get fucked. El-Mudad’s thrusts moved Neil against me, all of us undulating in one continuous wave of sensation. It was as though El-Mudad fucked us both.

“Oh, god,” Neil gasped beside my ear.

I wrapped my hand around his head, pulling his mouth to my throat. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels—” His own guttural groan interrupted him.

“Did you like that?” El-Mudad asked Neil. From the way Neil gasped and bucked, I guessed that El-Mudad had done it, again. He stroked in and out of Neil’s ass with smooth rolls of his hips that rocked us on an endless loop. I closed my eyes and surrendered to it; there was no urgency, now, climbing and plateauing, climbing more, knowing I would arrive at the pleasure that bound the three of us in almost spiritual communion.

“I love you,” El-Mudad murmured, and we knew it was for the both of us. I slid my hand up Neil’s shoulder, down his back, for El-Mudad to cover it with his own.


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