Page 113 of Serving the Mogul

“Always.” Through my lashes, I watched him.

“I can make it better. Tell me what to do.”

Despite the vicious hunger, I couldn’t help but grin at him. “You’re not doing thisI’ll-let-you-be-in-controlvery well.”

“That’s because I want your shoulders on my thighs and my face in your pussy,” he said, voice barely more than a growl now.

And that ache between my thighs turned to a throbbing pulse.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Tell me.”

From the corner of my eye, I could see the hard, bunched muscles of his biceps, the brutal hold he had on his hunger. That hunger spilled into me, and I lost my shyness.

“I want your mouth on me,” I said, breath ragged. “Between my thighs. Licking me.”

James leaned in, pressing his mouth to my ear. “Where?”

“My pussy, James. Put your mouth there and make me come.”

He caught me by the waist and moved, a strange twirl of our bodies, almost like a dance. But it made sense after he went to his knees and simultaneously boosted me up by grabbing the back of my thighs.

“Lean back,” he ordered.

He’d moved, so that I was against the shallow bay window in my living room.

I glanced to the side and saw the slats of the blinds were closed. Mostly.

James glanced at me, his hands sliding over my thighs in a sensual caress. “No one can see,” he murmured. “Not with the lights out and the blinds nearly shut. But if you want to close them…”

“I want your mouth on me.”

He positioned me until my upper legs draped over his shoulders; the movement pushing my dress up to my hips. His eyes slid to the window, then back to me. “A person would have to be in your front yard, practically in the flowerbed to see that you have those pretty tits bare for me.”

His words painted an erotic image that knocked the air out of my lungs. Before I could catch my breath, he pressed his lips to the inside of my knee, then higher, inching his way up with kisses. His breath teased my skin as he said, “I’m going to devour you, lick your delicious cunt, play with your clit, drive you crazy until you beg me to make you come.”

I whimpered, then cried out as he finally reached his target, his tongue flicking over my clit.

Strength failed me, and I went back on my elbows, head falling back.

James took advantage of the position, pushing my thighs up, high and wide, opening me for his pleasure and dipping his tongue out to trace and tease my clit.

I was primed, quivering and shaking, ready to climax after what felt like mere seconds.

But just when I was hovering on the edge, he changed his rhythm.

I cried out in denial, tightening my hold on him with my thighs.

“Tell me to make you come, Tina,” he said softly, the words muffled against my skin where he nipped my inner thigh. “Or…”

“Damn it,” I groaned. “Or what?”

“Or I could tease you more, then turn you around so I can fuck you from behind.” He nipped my thigh again. “The height here is perfect.”

Shivering at the erotic suggestion, I bit my lip, then said, “That…the second one, James.”

Forty-Two

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