Page 101 of Damaged Mogul
I’m so stunned, I’m rendered speechless.
“Don’t freeze up on me,” he says. “Keep working your clit on my head.”
My hips sway.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
My whole body shakes as I chase after my orgasm.
The intrusion of his finger is foreign and pleasurable at the same time.
My pussy’s practically weeping, desperate for release.
“Use my cock.”
Dear God.
There are no words.
Gage alternates between dragging his swollen tip through my slickness and skating his head over my clit. His bare, tattooed chest heaves, a fine sheen of sweat coating his divine muscles.
What a sight.
My clit hums and it’s a struggle to breathe.
“I want you to come so fucking hard all over my cock, you’ll forget how to say anything but my name.”
I’m nearly there.
He accelerates my climax when he gropes my breast before closing his mouth over my nipple and biting hard.
“Oh, Gage?—”
I dive off the cliff into an abyss of pleasure.
I’ve traveled to a distant magical land where men are sworn to oath and face death if they don’t always make their sexual partner come so hard, they momentarily black out.
I never want to leave this fairyland.
Heck, I don’t even want to leave LA at this point.
When I go back to New York, this transcendental experience will only be a memory. What are the chances of finding a lover that matches Gage’s prowess?
“You’re still with me, angel?”
“I… I’m not sure.”
He chuckles.
I untangle myself from his body so our eyes meet. Since my disheveled locks are obstructing my view, I brush my curtain of hair away from my face.
Gage’s handsome face is almost unrecognizable.
The hunger I read in his eyes burns hot and wild and causes my pussy to pulsate.Again?
A horrible thought hits me. “You didn’t come?”
