Page 135 of Off Limits Mogul

The more she bucks against me, the more her juices soak my boxer briefs.

Her breath is getting deeper—more labored.

Fucking perfect.

“Change of plan.” I grab her hand and bring it to my lips.

Half lidded hazel-green eyes fix me.

I lick the sweet juices from her fingers.

“God, that’s naughty,” she says.

“That’ll have to do for now until I get my mouth on you.”

I grab hold of the hem of the chemise and pull it up her body. She lifts her arms without being told. I pull the silk fabric over her head and fling it aside, exposing her heavenly body.

“Use my cock to get off.” My boxer briefs are soaked. Might as well go the distance. “I’m going to sit back and enjoy the show.”

Her pupils dilate. “I like that.”

She places both hands on my shoulders and positions herself.

My firm palm holds her back, giving her more leverage.

“Grind.”

She doesn’t disappoint.

The friction is mind-blowing.

A groan slips from my mouth as I study my girl’s beautiful face as she chases her pleasure.

The hedonistic sight of her pussy lips peeking from herwhite crotchless panties while she’s still wearing her garter belts will be seared in my memory forever.

And then she’s riding my cock harder.

And harder.

And harder.

She’s so wet.

She gives herself to whatever hedonistic demon is controlling her. She’s out of her shell.

Wild.

Shameless.

Fearless.

I have to coax myself not to come.

I slide a hand down her back until my fingers dig into the flesh of her ass. Her hips gyrate faster as she grinds, and grinds, and grinds, lost to the moment.

“Your… cock,” she says. “Take it out, please. Fuck me, Rhys.”

“You’re starved for it?”