Page 189 of Damaged Mogul
With a loud moan, I thrust inside her.
Since she’s a little thing, this position will prevent me from breaking her.
My pace is as frantic as it was a few minutes ago, my insatiable need for her all-encompassing.
She reaches for my face and wipes away the sweat pearling my forehead. “You’re fucking me so hard, you’re sweating.”
“Too hard?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want your heart to give up before you make me come again.”
I didn’t see that coming.
My nostrils flare, and my gaze burns into hers. “Is that a challenge?”
She cocks a brow.
“Challenge accepted.”
I fuck her with such determination, it’s as if I’m trying to pin her body to the wall.
“Dear God, I’m never going to be able to walk tomorrow,” she says.
“Forget about tomorrow. You might not be able to walk all week. You asked for it.”
If she doesn’t respond with a wicked grin.
With that, I give her what she was itching for––a good hard fucking.
My heart pounds in my chest.
Fuck. She was right. My heart won’t hold.
What a way to go.
“I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.” I power inside her over and over, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
Her nails claw at my shoulders. “You are.”
“Don’t. You. Ever. Forget it.” Each word is punctuated by a punishing thrust.
I’ve lost it.
This is insane.
The way my body responds to hers…
She’s my drug.
Every time I fuck her pussy, she erodes pieces from the walls to my fortress.
Sorceress.
“You make me lose my mind,” I say on a breath as my hips move at the same velocity as a piston.
I’m teetering on the edge.
I crush her body against the wall, using the only leverage I have to make her come fast. My hands firm their grip on her hips, and I angle my body so my pelvis is rubbing against her clit.
