Page 138 of Off Limits Mogul

He fists the longer strands of my hair and tightens his grip, forcing a throaty whine out of me.

“You’re a vision—your lips wrapped around my cock, your head bobbing up and down, the curve of your waist, your ass––fuck, your ass––the fishnet stockings, and the heels. You’re my wet dream come true.”

His praise fuels me and boosts my confidence.

I moan and take him in as far as I can.

He thrusts between my lips in controlled movements.

“I never want this to end,” he says.

And I can’t help but wonder if he’s talking about the blowjob or us.

“Jesus, you’re gonna pump the cum right out of my balls with your filthy mouth,” he says. “I’m not going to let you take me down so easily. You’re going to have to work a little harder for it.”

And I do.

I suck his cock with urgency, grazing his hard flesh with my teeth.

His groans and grunts and curses ignite my clit.

“Goddamn, your mouth.”

My hand pumps his cock in a rhythmic motion, matching my head bob. I work him harder, determined to break him.

His hands tighten around my shoulders and he pulls his cock out of my mouth.

I look up into fierce blue eyes. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“You’re doing it more than right,” he says.

“Why did you stop?”

“Because I need to fuck your mouth.” He lifts his hips off the bed and angling his body with one hand against the mattress and the other hand on top of my head.

I brace myself for the assault, but it’s in vain. He uses the leverage to his advantage, forcing himself into my mouth.

Jesus.

I choke and gag over his cock, tears welling in my eyes.

“You need a minute?”

I shake my head.

“Good girl.”

He resumes his mission, slides deeper into my mouth, driving himself with such force, I gag again.

He pulls free, my saliva dripping from his cock end.

“You okay, dimples?”

His length and girth are overwhelming.

When we perform a sixty-nine and I’m on top, I’m in control. On my knees like this, he robs me of the privilege.

I manage a nod and open my mouth wide for him.