Page 184 of Damaged Mogul
“What are you doing?”
Questioning eyes stare at me. “How else am I supposed to get undressed?”
“You’re not. You removeonlythe panties. That’s it.”
She corrects her error, sliding back in her high heel.
Her lips curl up as her hands land on her body. She traces the contour of her figure until her hands land on the clasp that holds the stockings. Watching her unclasp the garter belt and shimmy out of her G-string is a vision far more erotic than anything I’ve seen at the Crazy Horse Paris or Vegas burlesque shows.
I expected her to follow my command without much fanfare, but that’s not what I got.
Holy goddess.
I’m utterly captivated by the sexy-as-fuck strip show Lily grants me.
When she throws the scrap of black lace at me, I catch it with one hand and bring her panties to my nose.
I breathe her in.
“Fuck, I missed your heady smell.” I growl, burying my nose into the fabric.
Her eyelashes flutter.
Poor little lamb. Let me be your shepherd.I tap the bed. “Hop on.”
With hesitant steps, she approaches.
She gets on the bed.
She’s about to crawl, but I stop her. “Don’t go any further.”
She freezes.
“Move down a little. I want your knees right at the edge.”
She assumes the position.
I toss her panties aside and give her my full attention.
I reach for her ass, caress it, and drop a soft kiss on her cheek.
She glances over her shoulder.
With my eyes locked onto hers, I trace a finger between her pussy lips. “You’re so fucking wet. Is all that for me?”
“Being around you turns me on so damn much.”
I grope my hard cock and squeeze. “I feel the same about you.”
Even though she can’t see my hand, a wide smile stretches her lips.
I let go of my cock and hand her the vibrator. “Slide this little gem inside your dripping pussy.”
She obeys.
“Slide it in and out.”
She heaves in a breath and does as she’s told.
