Page 102 of Damaged Mogul
His huge cock is still nestled between my pussy lips.
“I always take care of you first.”
A warm smile splits my lips. “That’s so considerate.”
His expression changes.
“Let me guess. Mr. Cheater Douchebag made sure his needs were satisfied before yours.”
I respond with a one-shoulder shrug.
“Not with me. You always come first.”
I’m at a loss for words.
In case there weren’t enough reasons to like this man, he gave me an extra one.
Gage Hollingsworth is setting the bar too high.
He’s fucked me once so far, and he’s ruined it for all others.
The realization smacks me hard in the face.
I’m so screwed.
A pang catches in my chest.
This attraction is ill advised. Dangerous, even.
I try to slide off him.
His eyes narrow as if he senses my mounting panic, his hands closing around my hips. “Where are you going?”
“I should reciprocate. You know… a blowjob.”
“Baby, a blowjob is supposed to be pleasurable for you and for me. You’re as tense as a politician on election day. What happened?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“What if I don’t want a blowjob?”
I roll my eyes. “Every man wants a blowjob.”
“How many guys have you been with to entitle you to make such a blanket generalization?”
Ouch.
“Don’t you dare put me in the same category as Mr. Cheater Douchebag. I’m not a selfish asshole.”
I’m stumped.
He brings a hand to my face, cradling my jaw, his wintergreen eyes searching mine. “I can’t wait to fuck your pretty little mouth, but only if you want to suck my cock, and not as a way of deflecting whatever it is you’re hiding from me.”
Busted.
A few long seconds tick by.
“You make me feel good.”You also make me feel good about myself. Men in my life tend to do the contrary.
