Not Today Bossman – Bad Dog Novel Read Online Lili Valente

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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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Wren pushes up on her elbows, meeting my gaze in the dim light. “I can’t imagine you were doing anything wrong. But if you ever do anything I don’t like, I’ll tell you. Will you tell me, too?” She continues with a hint of shyness, “I know I’m a stone-cold sex goddess, but I really don’t have that much experience. Especially not with men brave enough to stick their fingers down my throat and surprise me with oral in the bathroom at ten in the morning. I want to be sure I keep you entertained.”

I cup her breasts, pressing them together. “You keep me endlessly entertained.” I run my tongue back and forth across her tight nipples until she whimper-sighs and wraps her legs tight around my waist. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or heard.”

Her eyes darkening, she whispers, “Prove it.”

Without missing a beat, I reach down, grabbing the backs of her knees. I guide her legs up on either side of my head, rumbling my approval for just how flexible she is deep in my throat as I fit my cock to her entrance and sink inside.

“Oh yes, that’s it,” she says, wincing as I keep pushing until I’m entirely contained in her, consumed in her. “That’s what I’ve been missing.”

“Pain?” I ask as I pull back and glide forward again, pretty sure being inside her is the best thing in the world.

“No, you’re just…so deep.” She reaches down, her fingers digging into the small of my back as I grind into her again. “But I love it.” She glances up at her own feet, now just inches from her head. “But I’m not sure about this position. I feel like a pretzel.”

“A sexy pretzel,” I murmur as I kiss her cheek and circle my hips, summoning another moan from low in her throat.

“I’d feel sexier on top, with you lying trapped beneath me like a wild horse who won’t be broken, but who really loves it when I try,” she says, making me do something I’ve never done during sex before.

I laugh. It’s short and sharp, but it’s a real laugh and it, strangely, makes me feel even closer to her.

Closer and more turned on.

“That sounds like a good time,” I say, guiding her legs down off my shoulders and wrapping an arm tight around her waist. I hold her close as I roll us both over, ensuring I’m still buried deep inside her as she braces her hands on my chest.

“Hold on, mister,” she whispers as she begins to move, torturing me with little swivels of her hips that draw out the climb for what feels like hours.

She keeps me on the edge, taunting me with occasional tastes of her nipples, her lips, until I’m dying to flip her back over again and take her hard and deep. To show her what she does to me, how she destroys my control in a way no other woman ever has.

But just as I’m about to make my move, she digs her nails into my chest and begins to rock faster. She leans in, bracing herself more heavily on my chest as she bounces her ass just like she did in the parking lot of Bubba Jump’s. Before I can tell her that she’s the sexiest woman on earth, I’m coming. I explode with a groan and a ragged cry of her name as she tosses her head back and stiffens.

Her mouth opens and her brow furrows and she makes my favorite Wren sound, the little keening cry she makes as she comes, and wiggles closer to my pulsing cock.

Afterward, she lies heavy on my chest, panting for a few moments before she giggles.

“What’s funny?” I ask, already smiling. Just because I love her laughter.

I love her. And I’m going to make sure she knows how much soon.

Very soon.

She lifts her head, grinning at me. “That’s the first time I ever tried that. Twerking during sex. It’s pretty fun.”

“Fun?” I exhale a shaky breath. “That was a rite of passage. I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same. You’ve ruined me for all non-twerking women.”

“Good.” She grins, her eyes flashing with mischief as she adds, “But I’m not quite ruined…yet. I think, however, if someone were to rally and do very bad things to me from behind, I might feel ruined enough to sleep well tonight.”

“Your wish is my command,” I say, already halfway to hard again.

By the time I have my sweetly wicked woman on her hands and knees in front of me, I’m there, ready to give her what she asked for and hopefully, much more.

Wren

Half a dozen orgasms later, I fall asleep in Barrett’s arms.

When I wake up the next morning, there he is—crazy-haired and puffy from sleep and…perfect.

“Morning,” he croaks when he opens his eyes to find me watching him.


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