Page 53 of Off Limits Mogul

My eyes land on a word tattoo I noticed when she was walking in front of me when I picked her up at the airport. I’mpretty sure I know what prompted her to etch her skin in ink, but we haven’t talked about it yet. With everything that’s happened today, it slipped my mind.

I grab the top sheet and cover her with it, but not before soaking in her blinding beauty one last time.

It’s a dick move, but I can’t help it.

I back away, my jaw tight and my cock hard as my eyes still linger on that peachy ass.

Once I’m outside her bedroom, I practically kick open the door to my own bedroom. Once I’m inside, I powerwalk to the bathroom, turn on the light with my elbow and close the door in a well-coordinated move.

I lean against the door, close my eyes, and hang my head low.

I’m a thirty-one-year-old successful executive, but you’d never know by the way I’m pining after my best friend’s little sister like an awkward teenage boy.

I don’t want to fuck Keira.

I don’t want to fuck Keira.

Fuuuuck. I want to fuck Keira.

I’ve been crushing on her for years, but always managed to keep my desire in check. Noah’s presence was the constant reminder she was the last woman on earth I should be lusting after. Now that we’re living under the same roof––and Noah is nowhere in sight––I don’t know what to do with myself.

I huff with frustration.

My cock is hard enough to cut diamonds.

I’m in agony, desperate for release.

I push off the door and strip on my way to the shower.

“Jesus.” I groan as I pull my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs, freeing my eager cock.

I turn on the water and step under the rainfall showerhead.

Fuck, it’s cold. Too cold.

I adjust the temperature to something more bearable.

I want to tame my dirty mind, not freeze my nuts off.

Warm water rolls off me as my eyes fix on my cock that’s as hard as titanium steel.

I need salvation.

I slide my hand down the firm ridges of my stomach until my fist closes around my cock. I squeeze the head and groan.

My need is pressing.

My balls aching.

It won’t take much for me to shoot my load because the sight of Keira’s naked body is the most sinful thing I’ve seen in a long while. The image is permanently seared into my mind and safely tucked away into my spank bank.

I stroke myself, my hand pumping my fat cock at a frantic pace. I grunt every time my hand slides back up over my tip. With each stroke, the fucker seems to thicken and lengthen. This isn’t the first time I’ve jacked off with Keira as the object of my desire––I’ve done it too many times to count––but this is the first time I’ve been within shouting distance of her while taking my pleasure.

I want her.

Bad.

I want her in my bed, her lips swollen from my ravishing kisses, her eyes hooded from having her pussy fucked, her body mellowed out from multiple orgasms. I want her on her knees with her pleading hazel-green eyes up to mine as she takes care of my cock between her luscious lips.