Page 119 of Serving the Mogul

I was also a little chilly because Tina was a blanket thief.

Smiling, I caught the edge of the blanket and tried to tug at least a corner in my direction. That only resulted in her mumbling in her sleep and rolling away from me. And she tookallthe blankets with her. Most them were bunched under her, covering her haphazardly.

My pulse quickened as I propped myself up on an elbow to take in her erotic display, the curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, and the one thigh lifted.

Hunger punched through me as I envisioned how easy it would be to push into her, take her like that.

Smiling, I opened the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, then moved to stretch out against her, curving my body to hers.

She moaned as I rubbed against her, the head of my cock finding her heated entrance. She was already wet and ready for me. With a flex of my hips, I took her fully, completely.

“James…” she gasped, coming awake as I withdrew slightly.

“You’re a blanket thief, baby,” I said, my voice still rough from sleep.

“Wha…oh…” She clenched down around me as my cock pulsed, stroking deep into her pussy.

Shifting, I pushed up and knelt behind her without breaking our connection. I caught her top leg and hooked her knee over my forearm, opening her fully and making her vulnerable to me. I rolled my hips against her, groaning as she clenched down tight around me.

Her hands fisted in the sheets beneath her. “James…oh,…there, please…right there…”

I deliberately changed my angle and smiled when her eyes flew open so she could glare at me.

“Bratty sub,” I said, and smacked her ass.

She cried out, the liquid heat of her pussy spasming around me.

She was so sweet…so sweet, hot and perfect.

But then, maybe I wasn’t in the mood for a sweet, hot, perfect fuck.

Pulling out, I climbed out of bed and walked around to her side. “Sit up.”

She gave me a bleary-eyed look, her lips pursed as if she was considering denying me.

Closing my hand around my cock, I stroked idly and waited.

Her gaze dropped to my hand, and she watched, lips parted, as I repeated the rough caress.

Slowly, she sat up, the twisted and tangled blankets falling away to reveal flushed tits and those tight, perfect curves.

I grabbed the blankets and pulled them away, glad we slept in this room—myroom, not the boring room where we’d slept the first night.

“Who do you belong to, Tina?”

She lifted a hand and stroked the golden padlock nestled in the hollow near her throat. With a timid smile, she replied, “You.”

“Good girl.” I moved to the bed and took her hand, tugging her off the bed, then urging her to her knees. “Open.”

I barely gave her the time to comply before fisting my hands in her hair and thrusting into her mouth.

She moved, and I tightened my grip. “No. Be still,” I ordered. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, then your pussy, then your ass. You’re going to take it. And when I move to your pussy and your ass, you’re going to love it. Aren’t you?”

She gave an awkward shake of her head as best she could with my dick in her mouth. When my cock bumped the back of her throat, I didn’t pull out this time. “Swallow, Tina…swallow my dick. I want to feel your throat, baby.”

She tensed at first, jerking instinctively, then, slowly, she did as I ordered, and I groaned at the delicious sensation. Forcing myself to retreat before it became too much, I pulled out and let her catch her breath.

“Again,” I demanded, fisting my cock and pressing the tip to her lips again. This time, I kept my hand in place, marking her limit, while the other tangled in her hair, holding her in place as I did as I’d promised–fucking her mouth roughly.

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