Page 137 of Off Limits Mogul

I thought I knew him, but Rhys keeps me guessing. He’s dirtier than I could’ve imagined. In the same breath, he’s also attentive, sweet and caring. My boyfriend’s two opposite sides make him more irresistible and I’m not above admitting I’m falling for him more and more.

Rhys, the protector, is endearing.

Rhys, the domineering seducer, is indomitable. Inexorable, even.

Rhys, the lover, is intoxicating.

The man fucks like a rock star. I guess I should say a rap star.

All these tantalizing thoughts swarm in my head as he pushes me down to my knees.

I slide down the bed to the floor, too eager for my own good.

“Pull me out,” he says.

My eyes land on his crotch and gasp, mortified. “Did I do that?”

“You did,” he nods. “Your dripping wet pussy marked me.”

“God, that’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s hot as fuck that you respond so beautifully to me. It tells me you want me as much as I want you.” His eyes drop to his crotch. “I gave you a command.”

“Oh, yeah, I get to play with your cock.”

He chuckles.

He lifts his hips off the bed, making it easy for me to slide his boxer briefs down his legs.

And then, his cock is right there in front of me, massive, impressive, bulging, mouthwatering, the veins throbbing in fury, the tip a tantalizing shade of purplish-red.

All mine.

“Take care of your boyfriend.”

I obey.

I lower my head, my lips sliding down his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he says, and my heart swells for him.

I bob my head.

His thighs go tense and he widens his stance.

“That’s it, work your hot little mouth up and down my fat cock, you filthy slut.”

Filthy slut?

Fuck, that’s hot.

Pleasure courses through me knowing I do that to him.

“Take me deep, baby.”

With one hand grippinghis base, I swallow a few more inches of his cock.

I’m elated by the sounds of my slobbering mouth gliding up and down his raging erection.