Page 54 of Off Limits Mogul

Scratch that.

After years of longing, I’d have no other choice but to fuck her sweet mouth until I explode in the back of her throat. She’d struggle to swallow every single drop of me.

One hand against the tiles, my fist tightensaround my cock and I pump hard, twisting my palm at the head the way that always does it for me.

I stroke faster, eliciting a series of curses.

I’m no longer in control.

The buildup brewing at the pit of my stomach is intoxicating, causing my balls to pulse.

I stroke with more desperate determination.

“Shit,” I say through gritted teeth.

My pulse races as I flash back to the carnal images of Keira from earlier—her in my boxer briefs, her in that sexy as fuck kimono and chemise, her with a towel wrapped around her chest, and her naked and vulnerable. My God, those pink nipples.

My hand slides up and down every thick inch of my cock. Each stroke is pleasure and pain.

I groan as I pick up speed.

So damn close.

So damn fucking close.

My balls tighten, heavy and ready to explode.

One firm stroke.

Two.

Three.

God.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I don’t even recognize my own voice.

It belongs to another man.

One nearing the deep end.

One consumed by lust.

One who doesn’t give a damn if his inappropriate thoughts fan desires he has no business having.

Goddammit.

The world blurs around me. There’s only my desire for her and my throbbing cock ready to explode.

My hand moves faster, and I groan as my balls tighten.

My abs contract as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I explode, my release blasting from my swollen head. My body jerks, one leg trembling as every nerve ending comes to life in a furious rush.

“Christ.” I brace myself against the wall to avoid falling to my knees.

Hot cum jets out onto the tiles in a translucent splattering gush as I suck in a long shuddering breath.