Page 104 of Damaged Mogul
This is what this woman does to me.
My balls and abs are tender with a satisfied ache, but that doesn’t prevent my cock from being greedy as fuck.
I want more of her.
I want to make her cry out for mercy.
I need to hear my name on her lips again.
I snake an arm around her waist, pulling her close, pressing her backside against my front. I brush her cascade of hair. Leaning forward, my mouth moves over the satin skin of the curve of her neck.
She tilts her head against the pillow to give me better access.
I cover her neck with kisses as my erect cock relishes the heat seeping from her body. I close a hand over her breast, her puckered nipple scratching my palm. My fingertips pinch the tight bud until she lets out a little pleading sound.
“Is your cock always on alert?” Her voice comes out sounding groggy.
“I can’t controlhimwhen I’m around you.”
“Oh my, Mr. Hollingsworth, do you intend on taking advantage of my sleepy, hazy state?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“I don’t know if I have the energy for another marathon. I haven’t recovered from last night.”
“You don’t have to do a thing. Let me take care of you.”
“How can I say no to that?” The laughter in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You can’t.” Leaning in, I kiss her cheek. “You sore? I fucked you hard. And multiple times.”
She scoots her body closer to mine, her ass cheeks flirting with my tip.
I groan under my breath. “Eager much?”
“You made big promises,” she says. “All the benefits, without any of the work. I might have only lost my virginity yesterday, but I’m no fool. I know a good thing when I hear it.”
“So, you’re not sore?”
“Not enough to say no.”
“You’re sure?”
She tilts her hips back.
That’s all the confirmation I need.
I fist my cock and angle it. I don’t know why, but I hold my breath when my tip presses against her warm entrance. I slidemy cock between her drenched pussy lips until my head skates over her clit.
Christ, she’s ready for me.
I go at it nice and slow at first. Not for her benefit, but for mine. If I go any faster, it might give me a heart attack.
The mixture of the slickness of her arousal, her heady scent, and the lingering notes of her expensive perfume has me all riled up.
When I’m certain my heart won’t give in, I heighten the pleasure for her and for me. I rub my tip against her clit, applying extra pressure.
She moans.
