Page 158 of Damaged Mogul
Shock registers on my best friend’s face.
I keep talking. “We came back to my suite and he popped my cherry. I didn’t tell him I was a virgin because I wanted him to be the one.”
Nadine’s mouth drops open.
“We spent all day yesterday together. Today, kicked off with a good, hard fuck, and ended the same way.” I shake my head and let out an audible exhale. “Let’s sayla petite mortwith Gage is a world apart fromla petite mortwith my ex.”
“The orgasms were good?”
“Not good. Earth-shattering.”
Nads’s eyes are enormous.
I keep spilling my guts. “By the afternoon, Gage was like a savage beast. To my shock, I loved every minute of it.”
Nadine cocks a brow.
“He spent the night fucking me to exhaustion and woke me up with his tongue between my legs. He needed a taste before leaving this morning.”
Nadine is doing a great impression of a guppy.
“Oh––” I lift a finger––“every woman should be lucky enough to have a lover who knows how to give her a G-spot orgasm. Until you’ve had one—or several—you have no idea what you’ve been missing. You know when people say it’s so good, your eyes roll to the back of your head? I can vouch for that.”
Nads is now doing a bang-up job doubling as a marble statue.
“Aren’t you going to comment?”
She blinks.
She blinks again.
She blinks a third time.
“Ma grosse bite? What a joke.” I keep talking. “Jean-Philippe is delusional about the size of his cock. There’s nothing dishonorable about an average size cock—I don't have double D’s or E’s—but please, wake up and smell the cappuccino. Don’t label your penis as giant unless it is.” I scoff. “And his isn’t. Not even close.”
“Ga—Gage has a giant cock?” Nads finds her voice.
“It’s not grotesque. We’re not talking Guinness World Records penis size, but it’s way bigger than Jean-Philippe’s.”
The stupor vanishes from Nads’s face as a beaming smile stretches her lips. “Aren’t you happy I convinced you not to cancel your trip? Fuck the film schools. LA was about connecting with a man who could rock your world.”
I’m about to agree with her, but she lets out an evil laugh.
“I’m afraid to ask what prompted that.”
I pace around the deck. “It wasn’t his plan, but your father gave you a birthday gift after all. Gage Hollingsworth is the ultimate milestone birthday gift.”
I burst out laughing. “What a difference a few days make?—”
“A few days that propelled you into womanhood.”
I nod.
“A flower blooming in late spring…” Nadine’s words trail.
“Only a florist would make that analogy.”
Amusement dances in her eyes. She cocks an eyebrow, a wicked smile pulling at her lips.
