Page 152 of Damaged Mogul
My thrusts punish her with relentless force.
She’s dripping.
I fuck her harder.
Jesus, she’s a fucking waterfall.
“Your wet pussy is making lewd noises. Is my dirty little slut going to come gushing all over my cock?”
Lily nods, sobbing, working her hips back and forth in a dizzying rhythm to meet my brutal thrusts.
“Words.”
“More. More.”
That’s not the answer I was expecting, but to her credit, she gave me words.
I bury my cock deeper inside her, fucking her like a savage.
The wet sounds of her pussy intensify.
She gasps.
“That horny pussy of yours is going to make a big fat mess all over this floor.”
“You—you do that to me.”
My orgasm is looming.
I quicken my pace, my hips slapping roughly against her jiggling ass.
I lower my gaze to where we connect. “Your sweet little pussy is so tight.”
More juices come gushing out of her dripping pussy, running down her legs and mine.
The sight is filthy as fuck.
“You’re never going to find another man who fucks you the way I do.”
“No. Never.”
“No other man will make your pussy weep.”
“Only you.”
“Your pussy is molded to my cock now. You’ll never feel this full with another.”
“I won’t.”
I pound in and out of her.
“When I’m done with you, you’ll never want another cock for the rest of your natural life.”
“It’ll never be this good with another.”
“Fuck no, it won’t.”
I’m feverish, teetering on the edge. That’s the only explanation for all this gibberish flying out of my mouth without my permission.
