Sitting On His Lap Novels & Stories

I roll my shoulders. “I feel fine” He smiles, standing next to me. “Here, sit” I stand up, moving the work towards me. Daniel sits, tugging on my waist. “What?” I ask, trying to solve the simple math problem. “Sit down” He whines, causing me to laugh. I sit on his lap and he grabs the pen out of my hand, his left arm around my waist. I sit on his lap while he finishes up his sheet. “All done. Now, lets go” He picks me up, throwing me on the bed.

I roll my shoulders. “I feel fine” He smiles, standing next to me. “Here, sit” I stand up, moving the work towards me. Daniel sits, tugging on my waist. “What?” I ask, trying to solve the simple math problem. “Sit down” He whines, causing me to laugh. I sit on his lap and he grabs the pen out of my hand, his left arm around my waist. I sit on his lap while he finishes up his sheet. “All done. Now, lets go” He picks me up, throwing me on the bed.

He took off his jacket. “Come here.”He said, his voice commanding. I stood up, leaving the safety of my robe behind, completely and I walked over slowly to him. He took my hand and I could clearly see the bulge in his pants which got me more excited. “Sit here.”He said and pulled me down to his lap. I started to sit on his laps like I would on a bench… “No, straddle me.”He ordered. I paused, then lifted one leg over him and sat on his lap, facing him.

he said pointing at his lap. The windows are foamed thankfully but why does he want me to sit on his lap. I blushed as I looked to my left. "C'mon, you can totally afford to do that," he urged. I tried to stand up and crossed to his side, I tripped over his leg and he luckily caught me before my head bumps into the window. He fixed my position on his lap pulling me towards him even more. "You won’t refuse me today, will you?" he asked in a manly voice that radiated dominance.

“This thigh hurts. Maybe sit on my lap,” I stood up and he adjusted his legs, spreading them open, then he gestured for me to sit again. I sat. But then my ass didn't meet his lap. It met his cock. My eyes widened. I gasped and turned my face to him. I didn't stand up. “That's your…cock, not your lap," "I know, just move on it. It feels so good,” he held my waist and whined it on him. I didn't resist. Didn't push him away. I didn't even force myself up from his cock.

he said before removing his belt and putting down his pants. He went back to his seat and gestured to me to sit on his lap. He stopped me when I was about to straddle him. "What?". I frowned. "Turn around," he said with his husky I was frowning but I willingly obeyed. I turned my back on before sitting on his lap doing a reverse cowgirl. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my nape that makes me lean back onto him. Both of his hands snaked in front of me and gently massaged my breast. He lightly pinched my crown that was rewarded by my loud moan. My legs are spread wide and his legs were in between mine. His other hand started to travel down to my cente

he patted the place again, "sit next to me." "I'm fine here." She said in her small voice. He pinched the bridge of his nose to quell his anger and the next thing she knew that she was dangling on his lap. Her legs were on one side and head on the other side of his legs and her waist was on his lap. "You have to fucking resist. Right?" he sneered.

I said. Without saying a word he walked towards the bed with me in his arms and sat down on the mattress. “ Let me go,” I said, as I wanted to free myself from his hold. “ No!” His voice was low but it carried a warning. I didn't want to piss him off so I stopped struggling in his arms. He made me sit on his lap with both of my legs on the other side of him as I was straddling him. The position itself was distracting enough to focus on anything.

I started to sit in the chair opposite him, but he shook his head lightly. “No,” he murmured. “Sit here.” He patted his thigh. My heart flipped. “On… your lap?” I whispered. He arched a brow, amused. “I won’t bite, Anya.” I could feel my entire face burn, but my legs betrayed me and carried me forward. Slowly—so slowly—I lowered myself onto his lap. His arm circled my waist instantly, holding me securely, warmly. My breath hitched at the contact. He didn’t smirk.

This time after keeping the spoon he pulled her up to make her sit on his lap. A small gasp left her mouth as her eyes widened due to that proximity. She was sitting on a man's lap who was neither Rajveer nor his father. That too being a 23 years old girl. A small trail of tears appeared in her eyes as she felt his hand stroking her back slightly while feeding her the entire content without glancing much. He was still in his office clothes being tired but didn't leave before finishing feeding her.