Sitting On His Lap Novels & Stories

"No. But you can have him around if you wish. You guys were kicking it off." "Please don't ever say 'kicking it off' again." "Noted." He smiled. Greg's boy was nice. I loved how polite he always was. I'll consider him. Maybe we'll laugh at the other bodyguard together. Or I'll laugh and he'll watch me. "Can I sit on your laps?" "What?" He remarked being taken aback. He nods soon after. I smile. I sit on his laps putting both legs on either of his side. I placed my hands on his shoulders. My fingers locked with each other behind his back.

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.

He swiftly grabs my waist and easily picks me up before sitting in the chair and placing me on his lap. "I'm way too big to be sitting on your lap Gage," I say and he just smirks. "I like you right here," he says and grabs a pen. I go to stand up but his arm securely holds my waist. "Alright, messaged received," I mutter and he chuckles before starting his work.

His jaw works. "The set I bought you." "I thought you'd want to see it before you took it off me." "I'm not taking it off you. You're going to keep it on while I make your ass match it." He pats his thigh. "Over my knee. Now." I drape myself across his lap. The position is immediately vulnerable – my stomach on his thighs, my ass in the air, my face toward the couch cushion, my toes barely touching the floor on the other side. His left hand rests on the small of my back – warm, heavy, holding me in place. His right hand settles on my ass. Cupping one cheek through the thin lace. Squeezing.

I feel his thumb gently wiping my tears and putting butterfly kisses all around my back. "We love you so much, sweet mate," he hums "we both love you so much." He sits on his legs, pulling me onto his lap with his cock still buried inside me. I rest my back on his chest, feeling how sweaty and sticky he is, as I think both of us are.

It was pointing and hard on the face of my butt! "I told you...it was your punishment...I won't stop until you couldn't walk anymore," he whispered dangerously and then he lifted me up. He lifted me towards him. I am now sitting on his lap and between us is his member standing proudly. "Ride me..." he huskily said.

"Come here." I looked up. "What?" He patted his lap. "Come sit on my lap." My eyes widened. "Keanu, I can eat perfectly fine from here." "I wasn't asking, Spitfire." The command in his voice sent heat straight to my core. I stood on unsteady legs and crossed to him. He immediately pulled me down onto his lap, arranging me so I was sideways across his thighs. "Much better," he murmured, reaching for a croissant and tearing off a piece. He brought it to my lips. "Open."

he replies. Sitting on the ground, he gets in position for sit-ups. I crouch down on his knees and hold his long and huge legs down with my weight. But he's kinda creepy. The way his eyes seem to be on me. The sit-ups have become really awkward. Every time he sits up, his face comes close to mine. I lean back a little, but not a lot. If I lean too much, I won't be able to hold him down.

I must be a glutton for punishment asking to hear all about his mate, the woman who truly has his heart. It's not a topic he’s ever truly elaborated on but I know it’s why he is here. Right down to the way he is holding me, close and fast to his body, sitting on his lap feels like the most natural thing in the world. He wriggles backwards, so his back is against the wooden frame of the bed. With a tug he drags the blanket down from the bed, enclosing us both in a warm, snug little cocoon.

I nod my head, moving my leg to nudge his knee ever so slightly. "So, we're okay?" I ask with a slight smile and a sense of hope. Rhodes nods his head, taking my hand in his and gently pulling me towards him. I manage to manoeuvre myself into a comfortable position sitting on his lap, the hem of the shirt lifting up ever so slightly.