Sitting On His Lap Novels & Stories

My breath hitched as I realized where I sat and honestly his thighs are thick that felt so goo-i mean comfortable. I kept staring at him while he just placed my hands around his neck and his hands were lying on my exposed thighs as my skirt rode up a little bit. Earthquake, volcano eruption, tsunami even though all these come at once then I won't be as effected as I'm now......... that is sitting in his lap. I gulped down and tried to get up from the heavenly and luxurious seat ever but his grip on my thighs tightened and his other hand was wrapped around my waist keeping me in place.

He winked at me and went to pull away. “Wait.” I gripped his shoulders, “Give me a second to get my legs back.” He smiles again and sweeps me up in his arms. “How about you have a seat instead, this may be a little while.” He carries me over to the seating area, but doesn’t set me on the couch, he sits with me in his lap with an arm draped over my leg and his other wrapped around me gently rubbing my hip. “What will your grandfather say about finding us like this?” I ask, feeling embarrassed and the man isn’t even here.

I’d been so sure he was away on a trip to Europe, just as Bianca had said. “Come here,” he ordered, his voice cool but commanding. Slowly, I limped over, every nerve in my body on high alert. “Sit,” he said, though there was only one chair—and he was sitting on it. “Where? There’s nowhere to sit.” I kept my tone even, but he just stared, unbothered. “Right. On the floor. Got it.” I began to lower myself when he grabbed my arm, pulling me onto his lap.

“I’m sorry, sir. I—” “Sit.” I hesitated. His stare hardened. I raced to sit down, three chairs away from him. He tsked. “On my lap.” My eyes widened. “Sir, someone might—” “It’s not a request.” His tone was sharp. Dangerous. Shaking, I walked to him and slowly sat on his lap, wincing as my sore backside met the solid strength of his thigh. He wrapped one arm around my waist, possessive, and pulled me closer. Then he pushed his plate in front of me.

I asked as he got up "Because I know you. Sit down and I'll sit on you because our table is full" He said to me and I did what he said. He sat on my lap but his ass was right on my shaft. "So um can you sit across my knee because I'm sure if you keep sitting like this, there will be a tent in my jeans" I said to him "Since you're wearing jeans it wouldn't be a tent just a bulge" He said laughing as he readjust himself

"Don't make me beg. I'm too tired for that." My feet move despite the warning bells in my head. I cross the room in quick strides and stop between his spread knees. He's slouched low in the leather chair, his head tipped back against the headrest, watching me through half-lidded eyes. He pats his thigh, inviting me. "Sit." I gulp again, but I'm already moving. I lower myself carefully onto his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs. His arms come around me instantly, loose but possessive, pulling me flush against his chest. The blood on his shirt smears against my sleep shirt.

he says, giving me one. I hold the stem, feeling my stomach flip as our fingers brush. He lifts his glass to mine, and we clink them. Seconds pass as we stare at each other until he takes a sip of his wine. I take more than a sip, hoping my nerves would calm. Then he drops his glass and meets my gaze. There’s a soft smile on his face that naturally sends warmth to mine. “Come sit on my lap, Sophia.” He utters, his voice low and relaxed.

I sat on the floor, my legs crossed. "I thought I might. Coral said I needed a routine. Is it okay?" I asked, having some qualms about it now. "Come here and sit on my lap. Like you would a customer at the club." I jumped up, and he pushed his chair back so I could sit between his open thighs, my butt on his lap. I heard his quiet groan. "Like this?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. He groaned again and smiled. "Perfect, my daughter, perfect."

"Find out for yourself." He smiled against my neck but pulled his hand away instead. "Not yet. I want you squirming first." He stepped back, leaving me flushed against the door, and sat down in one of the large chairs facing the screen. "Come here. Sit on my lap while we review this tape." I hesitated for a moment, then walked over. As soon as I straddled his thighs, facing him, his hands settled on my hips. He pulled me down until I was seated fully against the thick bulge in his sweatpants. The contact made us both inhale sharply.

He said, a small laugh sneaking behind his smile. The look on my face was stiff and I couldn't keep it, I stiffened in my spot as he slowly sat up and looked at me. There was a frown near his eyebrows. He looked at me in confusion. "What's wrong? Don't you like me borrowing your lap to sleep on? If you want, you can also lie on my lap." He patted his thigh immediately.