Sitting On His Lap Novels & Stories

He leans forward and places a cup of coffee in front of me. "Are you sure they will hit it off?" I ask when he starts to laugh "I know they will!" he only states and moves his cup to the side. "you know I can sit on my own chair!" I try to argue with him when he turns me in his lap and places my legs on his side instead.

“You didn’t say either way, so I’m flying blind here.” He sat next to me on the sofa again. “Pepperoni would be good.” “Okey dokey.” I put the order in and then set my computer on the coffee table. “Want another beer?” “In a minute.” He pulled me onto his lap again and kissed me. I was so unprepared for his ability to throw me around like I weighed next to nothing; I had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling off of him. He shifted me under him, stretching out beside me never once releasing my mouth as he stroked my neck, moving his hand to cup my bottom.

It smelled like him, cedar and smoke, and hung to mid-thigh. He glanced up, eyes softening. “Come here.” I crossed the room slowly, bare feet silent on the rug. When I was close enough, he pushed the chair back, caught my wrist, and pulled me down onto his lap in one smooth motion. I straddled him, knees sinking into the leather on either side of his hips, the sweater riding up to expose the fact I wore nothing underneath but a pair of his boxer briefs I had borrowed. He turned the laptop so we both faced the screen.

He asked one of the workers. "Yes sir," he replied Damien tilted his head and the man disappeared from his sight. I was also about to take my leave when, all of a sudden, he patted the seat beside him. "Sit" he ordered, his tone brooking no refusal. I didn't move. "If you don't want to sit on my lap, then sit here quickly." Left with no other option I sat on the chair, and he patted. He is injured enough to walk but not enough to make me sit on his lap.

He sat down and he pulls me down to his lap. Since it is 30 mins or more of waiting I might as well get comfortable. I adjusted my butt to his lap so I can sit more comfortably then then proceeded to lie on his chest so my face is lying on the crook of his neck. (Something like that😁) "Good girl." He murmured.

I say wrapping my arm around his neck, so I was a little more comfortable, but a simple scoff leaves his lips as he signs his name on the bottom of some item of paperwork. “We do not need a chair; my lap is the best seat.” He tells me pulling a piece of paper to the side so he could sign another, all one handed due to his other being on my waist. “You weren’t complaining last night, to me you enjoyed sitting on my lap.” He smirked once again referencing the time we spent together yesterday; another roll of my eyes erupts as I lay my head down on his shoulder and my legs across his lap so I wouldn’t get in the way.

On the other side, he lay down on his back. "Come here," he gestured to her, inviting her near. She scooted closer on the bed. "I want you to sit on my lap," he said, and she looked at him with widened eyes, feeling a bit nervous. "You... You want me to do what?" she stammered. "You heard me, sweetheart," he said, tugging her leg playfully and making her straddle him. Holding her waist, he lifted her slightly, allowing her to sit on his lap.

“Maybe a bit of both.” He finally looked at me, just for a few seconds, then sighed and set his book down. “Sit.” I walked slowly toward him, and just as I was about to settle into the single chair across from him, he patted his thigh once. A silent order. Sit here. I held back a smile, then obeyed. I sat on his lap, feeling how calm his body was, though I could sense the tension just beneath the surface. “One question,” he said directly.

I hiss, shifting my leg away. But he tightens his grip on my thigh, so much so that it hurts a little and I wince. “Having fun with you,” he answers simply and starts to ease himself out of his slacks. I stare out the window, pretending to be way more interested in trees and road signs than I actually am but from the corner of my eyes, I catch a glimpse of his cock springing free. Holy shit. Then, without a word, he pulls me over, lifts me up and sits me on his lap. He makes me sit on his upper thighs, so his erection rests between them, close enough that if I shift my hips, my pussy would drag against his cock.

" I was rolling my fingers around in my hands. I am getting so nervous. “So, come on! Sweetheart." Don't be scared." I know you want me." I want you to sit on my lap have a little conversation. " What you say?" He smiled." He grabs his crotch and pulled his cock out. My mouth drops open." Oh, sweet Lord! Wow! His huge! She thought. She licked her lips staring at his cock hanging out. She goes to him. She slowly, sits on his lap. “She yelps, ahh... he grabs her holds her down on his lap. “William! She yelled his name. “Oh, baby yes!" scream my name he said in my ear. I was trying to move off his lap. “Will! Can you let me up.”? Why? He said." Because I want to stand up." Please.! I said."