The Sister (The Boss 6)

“I almost broke his nose, I know. I know,” I covered my face to hide my shame. “That was a long time ago.”

“I’ve learned to be careful since then,” El-Mudad joked, settling between our legs. He kissed me then trailed those kisses down, his hands following, smoothing over every inch of my skin that he could reach. I writhed under his touch and threw my arms back, around Neil’s neck. Then, his hands were on me, and it was as though I were being touched everywhere. When I closed my eyes, I could imagine more than one man there, cupping my breasts, slithering fingers down my sides.

When El-Mudad’s mouth reached my vulva, my eyes flew open. My imaginary lovers were nothing compared to the sight of him, there, in the flesh, gazing up my body in heated adoration as his tongue curled up and down my slit. When he fastened his lips around my clit, I couldn’t keep my eyes open, anymore.

Neil slipped one strap of my nightgown from my shoulder to bare my breast, palming it roughly. The euphoria of subspace hadn’t receded completely; endorphins raced through me so intensely that I trembled.

“I love your cunt,” El-Mudad murmured against my thigh. I twisted and wriggled, urging him silently to get back to where he’d been. The more I moved, the farther away he got, until I cried out in frustration.

“You’re not going to come until he fucks you,” El-Mudad warned me. He sat back, and Neil’s big hands bracketed my waist.

“What are—” I began as he lifted me up. Then, the tip of his cock prodded me, and I got the picture quick. He thrust up to fill me then brought me down to lay back on him, again, his huge cock seated so deep it hurt. Exactly the way I liked it.

El-Mudad brought his mouth to my clit, again, swirling his tongue over and over it before dipping down to trace the edges of my labia, spread wide around Neil’s cock. El-Mudad licked us both, starting at the base of Neil’s cock and traveling up to my clit then dipping down, again. The long, lazy stroke made Neil groan, and he flexed his hips, going deeper. When El-Mudad’s tongue laved over my clit on his next pass, I writhed and begged.

But it was the sounds Neil made as he thrust into me while El-Mudad simultaneously swirled his tongue along Neil’s shaft that drove me higher. Knowing El-Mudad could taste me on Neil’s skin seemed beyond perverse. Then, though my cunt was stuffed full with Neil’s hard flesh, El-Mudad somehow forced his tongue inside, too.

It was only a little, only the slightest tip and just for a moment, but it pushed me over the edge finally, my pussy pulsing hard around Neil’s cock.

“Oh, god, yes,” Neil gasped behind me. “Come for us, Sophie. Come and don’t stop.”

I rocked my hips, grinding against El-Mudad’s face, grinding down on Neil’s cock, until my straining muscles wrung every last drop of pleasure from my body.

“You know, you’re in a unique position for payback,” Neil told El-Mudad. Before I could process what he meant, Neil slipped his arms through mine and forced them behind my back. He captured me and, with a gentle push, forced me upright on his cock while El-Mudad continued to suck and flutter on my over-sensitive clit. The position and the immobility of my arms gave me no way to prevent all of Neil from entering me. I could barely breathe. I felt impaled.

“Fair is fair, Sophie,” Neil taunted.

“Fuck you!” I laughed breathlessly, bucking my hips, trying to escape El-Mudad’s tireless mouth. That only caused me to rock harder on Neil. He hissed and pumped in rhythm. He breathed heavy in my ear, the pace picking up. He was close. El-Mudad noticed, too. He abandoned my clit to climb to his knees. Despite his claims to the contrary, he was ready to go, again, and willing, apparently. He spit in his hand and grasped his erection, stroking himself as he shuffled closer. His cock looked painfully hard. I wanted to suck it, to take him inside of me next, but I didn’t have time; he swayed back a little, and with a groan and a pained grimace, he came, all over the front of my nightgown.

Neil let go of my arms to grasp my hips. He guided me into a jerky roll that sped up, faster and faster until his legs strained, still wound beneath mine. He slammed upward, causing one final, brutal shock of pain that made my toes curl and my satiated clit throb, and I tipped my head back, pleasure drunk and lost in the sensation of his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me up. He shouted and dropped his head to my shoulder, his body shaking and sweating, and we collapsed backward, both breathing heavy.