Page 136 of Damaged Mogul
Huh?
My head is still spinning from his bold declaration, it takes me several breaths for his request to hit me full force.
Is there no end to this man’s twisted mind?
“Didn’t you hear what I said?”
I heard you, but this is way, way out of my comfort zone.
When his request fully sinks in, I have a big decision to make.
Am I daring enough?
He reaches out and tugs my skirt down, concealing my pussy, and covering my naked thighs. “You’re not as exposed. This way, no one but us will know what you’re doing. It’s our little secret.”
I still hesitate.
Gage’s gaze moves over me, scorching a blazing path along my skin.
“If you don’t play with your pussy, neither will I.”
The axe falls.
That does it.
As if I’m under his spell, one hand moves to my inner thigh, caressing the skin with tentative fingertips.
“That’s it.”
Fueled by Gage’s approval, my hand glides higher, until my fingers slide underneath my wet panties.
He lets out a feral grunt, his hand squeezing his bulge.
“You touching yourself will become my go to material in my spank bank. I’ll jerk off, remembering how you pleasured yourself in front of me.”
I pant.
This shouldn’t feel this good.
I should be appalled. Insulted, even. Firecrackers shouldn't be going off inside me.
“Make it dirty for me.”
Isn’t this debauched enough?
“Take it up by ten notches,” he says.
I can’t believe I’m willingly doing unspeakable things in public.
I imagine Gage’s long fingers, his wicked tongue, or the fat head of his cock, stroking my hard clit.
Mother of God.
My fingers are a little rougher than usual.
“I love when you use your cock to play with my clit.” The confession drops from my lips without my permission.
“You and me both.”
