Page 75 of Serving the Mogul

“Quiet,” I murmured. Next time, I told myself. “I’ll go easy on you this time. But the next time I find you fucking yourself without my permission, I’ll have to punish you.”

I pressed against her sensitive entrance as she whimpered.

But it was clear she liked it because she pressed down to follow as I pulled away.

“Not today,” I said, giving her a spank. “You’re too sore.”

Her whole body went pink.

Entranced by the response, I went still.

She quivered, hips working against the toy—it vibrated inside her, I realized. I could feel the way it pulsed inside her. Fucking her anally while she had that in her cunt would be fantastic.

“Your entire body is flushed bright pink,” I murmured, trailing a line down her spine. “Maybe you like being my plaything. Is that it, Tina?”

There wasn’t an answer at first, but then she nodded jerkily, as if embarrassed.

“Good. That pleases me. I’ll reward you for pleasing me.” tugging the tie free from her mouth, I let the ends go. It slid from her silken skin to trap under her as I caught her shoulders and pulled her upright until she all but straddled my thighs.

Guiding her hands to the toy, I said, “Hold on to it. I enjoy seeing what it does to you.”

Nuzzling her neck, I licked and bit and soothed the pliant flesh. “What sort of reward do you want, Tina?”

“What can I have?”

Hand to her belly, I cuddled her more closely to me, then flicked her clitoris.

She jolted and cried out.

“More of that,” I offered. “I can make you come, right here, as you kneel between my thighs with that toy cock inside you. Or…I can lay you out on the bed, spread your thighs and eat this delicious pussy, have you come that way.”

“Yes, please.”

Chuckling, I flicked her clitoris and asked, “Which one?”

She jolted at the contact, her hands slamming down on my thighs and her nails digging in so hard, I felt the bite through the delicate fabric of my trousers.

“James!”

She arched, the movement lifting her tits. It was too much.

“I’m deciding.”

Spilling her off my lap, I caught her waist, then twisted, tucking her into me. She stared at me blindly, hands falling limp to her sides—for two seconds. As I pulled the still-pulsating toy from her pussy, she grabbed onto my shoulders and twisted her hips.

Sprawling between her legs, I cupped her ass and buried my face against her slick, swollen heat.

“James!”

I closed my teeth around the knot of her clitoris, tugged.

And she came, writing against the mattress while her hands fisted in my hair and her thighs clenched tight around my head.

Shoving two fingers into her slick cunt, I twisted my wrist and set off another mini-explosion inside her. And I would not sit by for this one. Getting to my knees, I tore open my trousers, freed myself, then bent back over her.

“Look at me,” I ordered. With one hand gripping Tina’s left knee to the side, I drove into her.

Neck arched, she gripped my sides and keened out my name, the rough intrusion triggering the climax all over again.

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