Page 188 of Damaged Mogul
I can’t wait to lose myself between her legs.
I bend down, searching my pants pocket for a condom.
I rip the packet open with my teeth and make quick work of sheathing my raging cock.
Her eyes are glued to my mighty erection.
I give myself a hard tug and place the head of my cock at her opening.
“This is going to be fast and furious. I want you too damn much to last long.”
“I don’t care. As long as you fuck me.”
Her response is my demise.
With a roar, I bury myself deep inside her pussy in one hard thrust.
Jesus Christ.
How did I survive two days without fucking this woman?
I drive into her.
In and out.
In and out.
I fist her hair and pull so our eyes meet.
She gasps.
“You’re dripping because of me. Slick, sweet juices only for me.”
“Yes, only for you.”
“I’m the only one who can fuck you this well.” Her pussy is so potent, I’m losing the grip on my sanity.
“Only you, Gage.”
Goddammit, I love hearing my name on her lips in the throes of passion.
Sweat beads trickle down my face as I fuck her hard.
A burning urge takes over me, and all movement halts.
I let go of her hair and pull out of her.
“Wh—why did you stop?”
“I want to see your beautiful face when you come for me.” Without giving her a chance to answer, I lift her in my arms, and walk us both to a nearby wall.
She laughs. “What’s up with your aversion to beds?”
“What’s the point of coming to an adult club if you’re going to keep it predictable.”
“Point taken.”
I carry her weight with one arm, as I line up my cock at her entrance.
