Page 217 of Off Limits Mogul

I catch her lips with mine and devour them in a punishing kiss.

I pull away. “You want more?”

“I’m not sure I can take more.” Her hazel-green eyes darken with desire, contradicting her words.

“You can. I want you to come so hard, they hear you on the first floor.”

A long sighing moan escapes her lips.

So fucking beautiful.

So fucking perfect.

So fucking mine.

I heighten her pleasure by curling my fingers, searching for her sweet spot.

“Oh, yes, there.”

To ensure she gives me what I want, I press my thumb against her clit.

“I’m close. So, so close.” Her head lolls back.

“Eyes on me.”

She obeys.

Her heavy-lidded eyes are veiled with so much lust, you’d think she was drunk.

“Now give me what I want and no holding back. Understand?”

She bobs her head a few times.

If I thought she was wild before, I was wrong.

“That’s it, baby,” I say.

All movement stops, her breath hitches, and her mouth drops open. Her pussy leaks with sticky juices running down my hand and staining my pyjama pants.

“Good girl.”

Her hand travels to my nape, her fingers pulling at my hair.

Fuck, yeah.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” She’s staring right at me, but I wonder if she can see me or if she’s too lost to her pending orgasm.

She rocks her dripping pussy over my palm, angling her hips, pressing her clit against my thumb, taking what’s hers. Her breaths are ragged and a moan escapes me as I admire her in awe.

My cock gives a sharp, tense throb where it’s trapped inside my pyjama pants and begging to be freed. I squeeze my cock hard, telling myself not to come.

“I—I’m gonna come.”

She arches her back.

“That’s it, chase after your climax, slut.”

She’s frantic.