Page 47 of Serving the Mogul

“Open, Tina. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

Whimpering, I opened for him, and he pushed slowly, oh so slowly in, the flared head of his dick breaching my lips, rubbing over my tongue, then withdrawing.

The second thrust went deeper, and the third even more so.

On the fourth, I tensed, and even though I tried not to jerk back, I couldn’t stop.

He immediately pulled back, settling into a lazy rhythm with his fist wrapped around his cock to mark my limit.

My pussy clenched, the longing pangs demanding fulfillment. Squeezing my knees together to find relief, I gripped his thighs.

“More?” James asked, one fist twisted in my hair.

I couldn’t nod, but he didn’t ease his grip, either.

“If you want more, look at me,” he said.

Rolling my eyes upward over the length of his torso, I met his gaze.

He moved faster, hips circling, falling in to match my rhythm easily.

He shuddered; the muscles in his thighs felt like iron.

“That’s good…Fuck. Tina. More…take more….”

I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure how. Whimpering, I pressed closer, and in the back of my mind, some random bit of line from one of those fashion mags for women popped into my mind. How to give great oral sex…and make them beg for more.

The columnist had talked about her technique for deep throating.

Before I could change my mind, I adjusted my position more, then took him in again, farther than before, until my mouth bumped against his fist, and he shuddered, that hand moving to twine in my hair like the other.

“Like that,” he muttered. “Don’t move…oh, fuck….”

Tears burned my eyes from the act, from how deeply I took him, and my shoulders jerked. Not prepared for how fully I’d taken him to the back of my mouth, even swallowing—or trying to. My body reflexes took over, and I had to pull away.

He let me, but only for a second, and then he was dragging me back, again and again. The empty pulsating ache between my thighs was so intense I wanted to cry.

Abruptly, Maximus stopped and tumbled me to my back, pinning me to the ground.

His mouth savaged mine.

I bit his lower lip, and he gripped my hip, hauling me up as he wedged his hips between my thighs.

The head of his cock rubbed against me, and I tore my mouth from him, crying out. “Please!”

He canted my hips higher and slammed into me.

“Your mouth,” he muttered, and that was all he said before kissing me again.

The heat of him scorched me, his mouth so deliciously hot and sweet, his cock so thick and massive, the ridges stroking me in the sweetest way. It felt…different.

In the back of my mind, reason tried to take over.

I kicked reason in the face and wrapped my arms around his neck, then tried to curl my legs around his hips.

He stopped me, shifting his angle so he could hook my knees over his elbows, opening me fully. From there, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down, eyes boring into mine as he slammed into me again and again…

The thickness of him was too much, and I came again.

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