Page 172 of Off Limits Mogul

I glide a finger between her pussy lips before pulling it out and slipping it into my mouth. The combination of her sweet juices and the effervescent nectar hit my tongue with full force.

Goddammit, I missed her taste.

I bring the bottle of champagne over her body again. This time, I’m heavy handed, and I pour a copious amount on her body so the liquid gushes all over her pussy.

With a helpless cry, she sits up.

“Back down.”

“Don’t tease me like this,” she says.

“I said, back down.”

Her hands curl up in fists at her side.

I cock an eyebrow.

Resignation colors her eyes and like a good little girl she lowers her back to the couch.

“It’s been five days since I fucked you, but I doubt that’s enough time for you to forget how things work between us, Keira. You take what I give you, when I give it to you.”

She lifts her head and glares at me.

I tilt my head to the side.

She gives up and rests her head back down.

“Now I have to start over.” I shower her body with more champagne.

Other than a sharp inhale and a shiver, she doesn’t move.

“It’s better when you don’t fight me.” My eyes drop between her parted legs. “I’m salivating at the thought of wrapping my lips around your tight little clit.”

“Please, please, please, please, Rhys.”

“Here’s the deal. You keep your eyes on me the whole time. Are we clear?”

“Anything you want.”

I bend down and sip the champagne coating her pussy hair.She lifts her hips off the couch at the first contact of my tongue against her pussy.

I take it away from her.

She lets out a frustrated grunt.

“This will be a lot more enjoyable if you follow my rules,” I say. “Hips down.”

She obeys.

I resume my mission.

I give her a one long, slow, languorous lick. She rewards the first stroke of my tongue by closing her thighs around my head and pressing hard.

Hell yeah.

Her fingers wind in my hair, her hips thrusting towards my seeking mouth.

That serves as rocket fuel to my arousal.