Page 22 of Serving the Mogul

“Fuck, yes.” Looking from the leather lovingly wrapped around her calves up to the white panties with a blue bow—matching the bra—I met her gaze. “I can’t decide if I want to just stare at you like this or strip away the bra and panties and fuck you while you’re still wearing those sandals.”

Her mouth parted while her eyelids drooped.

Leaning over her, I planted my hands by her head and bent down. I caught the entire ripe curve of her lower lip before saying, “Any preference? Or is it all up to me?”

“Let’s…” She licked her lips. “You can decide.”

Good.

Straightening, I took her hands and pulled her up to her feet. “Take off the bra and panties.”

I moved around the bed, turning my back on her as she moved to comply, needing a few seconds to get my head—and dick—under control. Pulling my shirt off, I tossed it onto the wingback chair before removing my belt.

Hearing movement, I turned to see her straighten, her breasts swinging free…and her panties crumpled in her hand. Her bra was on the foot of the bed.

Heart pounding like a drum, I yanked open the nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms, unopened, and dropped it next to the lamp before curling my finger at Tina. “Come here.”

Her breasts trembled as she drew in a breath. As I pulled her into my arms and lifted her, she exhaled. I threw her back on the bed and shoved her legs wide. “I think I timed it about right,” I murmured against her lips before starting a slow journey down.

“Timed?”

“I said I’d have my face between your thighs within five minutes of getting you naked. I’m a man of my word.”

Reaching my destination, I gave her a quick look, then lowered my head once more, indulging in a long, slow taste.

She cried out, her hips bucking upward. I caught her behind her knees and pushed her legs up, then apart, opening her completely. She tensed, but cried out two seconds later as I caught the hard bud of her clit in my mouth and tugged.

“Fuck, you’re sweet…delicious…just like I knew you’d be,” I muttered against her pussy, craving more, even as my dick demanded to get in on the action. I didn’t relent until she came to a brutal, breathless climax, and then I straightened, standing over to watch as she drifted back down.

Her drugged eyes met mine.

“You taste delicious,” I said, dragging my zipper down.

She was still breathing raggedly, and it made me wonder what she expected from her lovers. Then I shoved the thought aside because the idea of her touching another guy pissed me the fuck off. I removed my pants and wrapped my hand around my cock, staring at her as I stroked.

Her eyes widened as she saw what I was doing, her gaze falling momentarily. When she licked her lips, I asked, “Are you imagining what I taste like?”

Her eyes flew to mine, but she nodded slowly.

Then get on your knees and ask me. Maybe I’ll let you suck me off. That was what I wanted to say.

I didn’t. Instead, I continued to pump my fist up and down my length, my erection pulsing while the ache grew heavier and more intense as her breaths became more ragged.

She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her every move smooth and graceful and female. She went to reach for me, and without thinking, I caught her chin in my hand and held her there.

She made a low groan deep in her throat but didn’t pull away, looking into my eyes as I continued to work the heaviness of my erection with my fist.

Her gaze dropped, and her lips parted.

I couldn’t ignore the silent request, not when I wanted to feel her mouth wrapped around my dick so damn bad.

Pushing my hand into her silky hair, I fisted it, then brought her closer, my free hand holding my cock steady. “Show me what you want, baby.”

Her breath hitched in her chest, her eyes going dark as she opened for me, mouth stretching wide as I slowly pushed inside.

She went to pull back, but I tightened my grip on her hair. “No…hold still, will you? I want to fuck that pretty mouth.”

A startled moan in her throat and the sudden rush of color to her cheeks told me she didn’t mind at all, so I moved, keeping it slow and steady, even though I wanted to pull her off the bed and onto her knees, holding her head between my hands as I thrust as deep as she could take me.

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