Page 151 of Damaged Mogul
“On your hands and knees.” My unwavering tone pushes her into action.
I kneel behind her on the floor.
It hits me.
With a brutal storm raging inside me, neither of us will be able to walk when I’m done with her if I fuck her in this position.
I scour the space, my eyes peering in the distance.
“This isn’t going to work,” I say. “I want you bent over with your hands gripping the high-back chair over there.” I point in the direction of the living room area.
She’s up on her feet and hurrying away on her tiptoes, her hips swinging left to right, her ass cheeks wiggling.
Damn, I want to bite right into that beautiful ass.
She assumes the position, legs spread apart.
Her dripping pussy is in full view, begging me to fuck her. I lick my lips at the invitation.
“You look so beautiful. You’re ready and willing.”
She wiggles her ass in response.
Two long steps and I’m standing behind her.
I caress her ass, my hands traveling up her back. I wind her long hair around my fist, tugging her head back so our eyes meet.
My other hand finds her hip. “Spread your legs wider for me.”
She does.
“Hold on for the ride, baby.”
She glances over her shoulder, her blue eyes darken with arousal.
I angle my hips and take my cock in my hand. I rub it back and forth over her eager hole before ramming inside her.
It’s so rough, she screams.
I let out an animalistic growl.
Even though I fucked her real good this morning, you’d never know.
I can’t get enough of her.
“Your pussy was made for me.”
She mewls.
I grip her shoulder in one hand and go to town.
I ride her like a stallion.
“I need to fuck you harder.”
“Please.” That one word drops from her lips on a shaky breath.
I give it to her.
