Page 145 of Damaged Mogul
I let go of her hair. “Unbuckle my belt.”
She does as she’s told.
“Unzip me.”
Her eyes are on me as she inches the zipper lower.
My cock throbs hard through my boxer briefs, begging to be freed of its confinement.
Soon.
“Pull my jeans down to my knees.”
Her hands grip my jeans and with one swift movement, she lowers them.
My cock springs free of my boxers, snapping against my stomach.
A low growl escapes me.
Her eyes grow wide. “You’re bigger than you were this morning. How is that even possible?”
“It’s all your fault. I’m in a permanent state of arousal when I’m around you.”
“You are?” She’s unconvinced.
“I can’t fake this.” I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke it a few times. “This is all for you.”
She licks her lips, her eyes fixed on mystroking hand.
“I don’t know how much restraint I’ll have, angel. If I’m too feral, tap out.”
She frowns.
I demonstrate.
“Got it.”
She’s ready to play.
I present my cock to her like an offering.
She reaches out, but I angle my body so she can’t touch me.
“I don’t want your hands on me.”
“How can I give you a blowjob if I can’t hold your cock?”
“This isn’t a lazy morning blowjob. I’m going to be fucking your mouth. No hands required. I need you to open wide, wrap your pretty little mouth around my big fat cock, suck me dry, and make me come so hard, I forget which coast I’m on. Then, and only then, will I allow you to come.”
Her mouth opens in shock.
“That’s it.” I grin. “Arms behind your back and open wider for me.”
She blinks.
“Stick out your tongue.”
She obeys.
