Page 153 of Damaged Mogul
“You’re dirty only for me.” This primal sense of possessiveness is foreign.
“Only for you.”
Damn right.
“No one else, Gage.”
The addition of my name hits me in the gut.
I was pleased with her response, but she had to take it up by several notches.
“Don’t you dare forget it.”
“I’ll never forgetyou.”
Ditto that.
Her pussy clamps and release around my cock, signaling she’s close.
Jesus.
“You’re gonna come hard for me?”
She doesn’t respond.
Her eyes shut closed.
“Lily—”
“Oh my God. Oh, Gage. Gage.”
A strong gush of her juices runs down my legs.
Damn.
My brain takes a leave of absence as my body takes over.
I pump into her from behind like a madman, my cadence so erratic, my big balls slap against her pussy. The sensation is as potent as a shot of ecstasy, the sound is lewd and debauched. The way I’m fucking her is primal and barbaric, but I can’t dial it down.
Lily’s body convulses. “Gage—” She clamps hard against my cock, milking it, clenching, and releasing her pussy around me.
“God, Lily?—”
The floodgates open.
Holy shit.
My body loses the battle.
I release the cum that’s been building up in my balls since she was playing with her pussy in my car.
I give in to a climax so strong, I see stars.
The intensity knocks me over. It’s something I’ve never felt before.
I’ve been starved for too many years.
Lily freed me of my self-imposed sentence.
