Page 96 of Off Limits Mogul

“Yes,” she says, her eyes hooded.

I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy and lick them clean.

“Good God,” she says.

“I knew I’d be addicted to your pussy juices.”

“That was so fucking hot.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Her hair is a little messier, her tits are in full view and her perfectly applied nude lipstick is a distant memory. In other words, she’s a beautiful mess.Mybeautiful mess.

“Let’s get you out of this dress.”

I lower the zipper all the way and let the dress pool at her feet. She steps out of it and I pick it up and walk over to the chaise longue and lay it down with care before returning my attention to the ravishing beauty.

“On the bed.”

Keira laces her fingers around the elastic band of her panties.

“Did I tell you to remove those?”

She looks confused.

“Let’s put them to the test,” I say.

“You want to know if you got your money’s worth?”

“I do.” I wink. “Shoes off.”

I don’t have to tell her twice.

Keira saunters to the bed, but not before looking over her shoulder and flashing me a sexy-as-all-fuck glance.

Now that we’re being honest with each other, I don’t feel guilty or tormented for drinking in every tempting inch of her naked body.

My eager cock is threatening to bust the zipper of my pants wide open. Impatience consumes me. I toe off my shoes, remove my socks and strip out of my suit in a flash. I drop everything next to her dress.

I turn to face her, standing there in just my boxer briefs and with an obvious hard-on.

“For the record, I love watching you undress,” she says. Her eyes rake over my body. She’s sitting on her heels, hands on her knees like a good little girl. Waiting for me. The submissive position ratchets my desire for her. “You’re spectacularly built.” She tilts her head to the side, as if to catch a better glimpse.

“That’s a lot to live up to.”

“Stop being coy.”

“Thanks, dimples.”

“Nice happy trail.” Her eyes drop to my waist. “Aren’t you going to get naked, so I can see where it leads?”

I don’t disappoint.

I push my boxer briefs down and my cock springs free. I kick the briefs away and stand there with my hands on my hips.

Keira’s head jerks back, causing her to fall backwards on her ass. She struggles to sit up. When she does, her eyes are glued to my impressive erection. I fist my cock as I stalk to the bed, stroking it in slow, languorous, pumps.

“Good Lord,” Keira says. “That–– You’re–– Whoa––” She blinks a few times before lifting her gaze to mine. “You’re enormous.”