Page 101 of Off Limits Mogul

She presses her legs together, trapping my head between herthighs, forcing me to bring her the relief she’s seeking.

My lips close over her throbbing clit and I suck greedily.

Her thighs start trembling at the same time as my balls contract in a series of staccato pulses.

She frees her lips from around my cock.

“Oh my God.” The glorious sound of her climax fills the room. “Oh, Rhys.” She bucks almost violently against my mouth like a cowgirl riding a bronco. She’s wild. “Oh, Rhys, yes.” She chants over and over again as her sweet-as-fuck juices flood my mouth.

Jesus—

Hearing my name on her lips triggers my climax. My balls let go, my cock spasms, and I grunt like an animal as the first spurt erupts.

I gasp in shock when her lips close around my head, sucking my gushing release. Sucking and not letting go as my cock spasms and my hips jerk with each spurt.

Christ, she’s perfect.

I’m doomed in the best possible way.

I may have to marry this woman because her mouth on my cock is my new favorite thing.

One final spurt and the tension leaves me. She sucks me dry and collapses onto my legs.

We’re sweaty, panting, spent, and if her lifeless body is any indication, fully satiated.

“You okay?” I caress the globes of her ass.

She doesn’t answer.

“Was that too intense?”

She lifts off my legs, flips over, and crawls up to me.

I pull her to my chest and wrap my arms around her.

I kiss the top of her head. The chic hairstyle is long gone, replaced by crazy spiky hair.

Her breathing changes, and she hugs my torso, pressing her lips to my chest.

Still no answer.

“Did you lose your voice, dimples?”

Her eyes lift to mine.

“You’re always so talkative,” I say. “What happened?”

“I’ve never had an out-of-body experience before, but I’m certain that was close,” she says. “Can we do it again?”

“Eager much?”

Her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

I tap the tip of her nose. “I need to catch my breath first. Then, I need to fuck you, because I’m dying to be inside you.Then, you can have your wish of another sixty-nine.”

She pushes herself up, so she’s staring right at me.

The slow smile curling her lips should come as a warning.