Page 187 of Damaged Mogul
She makes a choking sound.
I do it again. Harder.
She lets out a long exhale.
Sweet Lily enjoys a little pain.
I nip it again, this time tugging back so I can make it hurt real good.
Her legs close around my head.
That’s it, angel, smother me.
That’s my incentive to tongue-fuck her without restraint.
I lose myself in my mission, my tongue more and more demanding. My cock is so fucking hard, it’s threatening to burst right through the zipper of my pants.
Lily takes it one step further.
She rubs the vibrator over her clit, chanting something that’s a cross between a curse and a prayer.
Fuck the butt plug.
I use my thumb to scoop up her juices before inserting it inside her puckered hole. Easing it in to give her time to adjust to the new sensation.
She wiggles her ass, wanting more.
Your wish is my command.
I push my thumb in to the first knuckle, teasing her mercilessly.
More ass wiggling.
Okay. You asked for it.
I slide my thumb all the way in and fuck her pussy with my tongue as I fuck her ass with my thumb.
“Gage— God— I’m— I’m going— God, I’m going to come.”
My tongue and thumb work in tandem.
A feral sound escapes from her lips, reverberating against the walls.
She’s so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard her in the main party room.
Lily comes, and comes, and comes.
I don’t rush her.
As soon as her orgasm simmers, I slide my thumb out of her asshole, and stand up.
She glances over her shoulder, her blue eyes veiled with lust. “Please, fuck me.”
I can no longer contain the bulging hard-on in my suit pants.
I undress at lightning speed.
My cock springs free.
