Page 219 of Off Limits Mogul

Her hands grabmy ass. “Fuck me, Rhys. Fuck me.”

A few frantic thrusts, and my balls tighten, announcing the end of the ride before it even begins.

Shit.

I fuck my girl like a hormone-raging teenager with zero control and zero game. I try to slow down my pace, but a stronger force takes over.

“Don’t stop, Rhys. Please. Don’t stop.” Her throaty moans are my undoing.

“Your clit.” It’s a struggle to say those two words. “Touch it.”

With her eyes fixed on mine, she licks her finger and then works herclit.

I fuck her harder because this is so damn hot.

“Fill me with your cum. I need it all,” she says.

Well, hell.

I’m sure it’s a combination of the illicit setting, my desperate yearning, the many lonely nights of solo sex and the straight up horniness, but goddammit, I love her dirty mouth.

“I can’t get enough of this sweet little pussy.”

“Then fuck my sweet little pussy harder, big guy.”

Jesus.

I grant her wish.

Her inner muscles clench in response.

Fuck.

She does it again.

And again.

I can’t breathe.

I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die.

“I’m— Oh, Rhys— I’m?—”

Hearing my name on her horny lips is more than I can bear.

“Oh Rhys—” she jumps off the edge of the cliff with me, giving in to her orgasm at the same time as I succumb to mine.

I fuck my baby like a man possessed, grunting and gasping as my cock erupts inside her, and for one long moment it feels like we’re lost in each other, crying out, bucking as one until the final slam.

Slowly, I slide out of her and fall to the bed next to her. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to me.

“I missed this. I missed us,” she says, panting for breath.

“Same here, dimples.” I wipe the sweat from her brow with my thumb. “These past ten days killed me. I hated being away from you for that long.”

“It was the same for me.”

“I want you every second— No, Ineedyou every second of every day.”