Page 154 of Damaged Mogul
Nothing compares to seeking pleasure inside a woman’s pussy.
For several heartbeats, our panting takes over the suite.
How I manage to remain standing on my shaky legs is a mystery to me.
With every breath, the storm inside me simmers down.
I caress her back, coated with a sheen of sweat. “You’re still with me?”
“I am.” Her voice is faint. “I’ll never have sex on a bed ever again.”
“I’ve corrupted you?”
She shakes her head. “I’ll ruin the sheets and bed.”
I laugh.
“I’m serious.”
I pull out of her and help her stand straight.
I turn her around so she’s facing me. “That was hot as fuck.”
“You say that because you’re used to this.”
I stroke her damp hair off her face. “I’ve never been with a woman who’s reacted that way.”
A veil of shyness covers her eyes. “You’re not just saying that?”
“No. The way your body responds to me is so hedonistic. You’re sexy when you come so hard your juices gush all over the place.”
“I’m sure not all men like…”—her eyes lower for a beat—“such a reaction.”
“You don’t want to fuck an idiot who can’t appreciate that. You want a man who gets turned on by it.”Like me.
“Thanks for making me feel sexy about my intense reaction.”
I tap the tip of her nose. “I fucking love your intense reaction.”
I place two fingers underneath her chin and lift her face up to mine.
Something passes between us.
She gets on her tippytoes and offers me her lips.
I kiss her. Slow at first, but it soon turns ravenous.
She matches my passion with as much fervor.
I suck her tongue as if I’m trying to steal her sobs and whimpers. I’m not complaining about fucking her from behind, but I missed not having my mouth on hers.
I haven’t kissed a woman in so many years that each time I lock lips with Lily’s, the contact ignites my soul.
Something thunderous beats at my chest. A foreign sensation I can’t quite describe.
What the fuck is this woman doing to me?
I pull away from her, freeing myself from the spell she has me under.
