Page 215 of Off Limits Mogul

A burst of adrenaline shoots through my bloodstream. The salacious visual assaults my senses in the best possible way.

“Too much?” Uncertainty coats her question.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.” I reach out a hand to her.

She takes it. “I gather you’re up for it?”

“I’m up for it, little girl.”

Giggling, she straddles my lap.

I run my hands over her skin and her chemise. Her bare thighs are warm under my touch as I skim the silk fabric upward, bunching it around her waist.

When my eyes land between her legs, my cock stirs. “No underwear?”

“No. You kept reminding me all day long you couldn’t wait to have access to my pussy. I figured, why bother with a barrier?”

I nod my appreciation. “How many fingers do you want?”

“How many fingers do you usually give me?”

“Depends on my mood.”

“I’ll let you decide.” Her voice is deep and chocolatey. The reverberation travels to my balls.

“You asked for it.”

She grins. “I certainly did.”

I drop a soft kiss against her lips. “Get up.”

She does as she’s told.

I place the back of my hand on my thigh and hold up three fingers.

She looks down, a cocky smile pulling at her lips. When our eyes meet, the hunger and lust shining bright in them is mouthwatering.

I tap a couple times on the side of my other thigh. “Hop on.”

She lowers herself over my fingers.

Fuck.

My body is so tightly coiled with need, I could come without her touching my cock.

“Remove the damn chemise. I need to see my fingers fucking your pussy.”

I don’t have to ask twice.

“You’re dripping wet.” My eyes are fixed to the spot she left on the dark silky fabric of my silk pyjama pants.

“This is so hot,” she says.

“You’re so hot.”

She responds with a lazy smile.

“Ride my fingers, baby.”