Page 137 of Damaged Mogul
I stroke faster, relishing each revolution around my pulsating clit.
Gage stops at a red light.
I glance in the direction of the car stopped to my right.
Oh shit.
That alone should prompt me to put an end to this insanity, but on the contrary. It jacks things up.
Gage Hollingsworth is transforming me into a woman I don’t even recognize.
With my free hand, I pull back my skirt, so he can see my fingers working my pussy.
A growl reverberates from him. “And I didn’t even have to ask.”
I can’t help my smile.
“You come off all sweet and innocent, but that’s a ruse. You get off playing with your pussy in front of others.”
I’m too far gone to remind him he’s the one who put me up to this.
“I want a taste.”
Of course you do…
“Quick, angel, the light is going to change.”
I remove my fingers from my dripping pussy and extend my hand.
Gage clamps his big hand around my wrist, pulling my hand to his mouth.
He licks my fingers clean in such a sensual way, the sight causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
The driver next to us honks his horn.
From my peripheral vision, I spot a blond man leaning against the door of a red convertible car.
“Fuck her real hard when you get her home, bro.”
I can’t believe he shouted that.
I doubt the man would recognize me, but that doesn’t stop me from bowing my head, using my curtain of hair to hide my face.
“I intend on doing that.” Gage is addressing the man, but his eyes are locked onto mine.
…And I’m fifty shades of red.
“Enjoy the ride,” the man says. “Can’t see her face but I'm sure she’s a sweet little thing.”
This is not happening.
“I will,” Gage says. “And she is.”
My mortificationdeepens.
The light must’ve changed to green because the driver next to me revs up his engine.
Gage lets go of my hand to shift gear, before accelerating.
