Page 266 of Damaged Mogul
I moan when he slides a finger under the edge of my panties and explores my needy pussy.
“Are you this soaking wet for your husband?”
“No. Only for you.”
“That’s because he doesn’t know how to fuck a woman like you. He’s prim and proper in bed, but you like it dirty.”
“I do. I really do.”
He bites my earlobe as he shoves my panties to the side.
The hissing sound of his zipper coming down followed by the swishing sound of his jeans makes me wetter than I am.
I moan when the demanding thickness of his cock wedges between my pussy lips.
Yes…
He’s still dressed—which makes this naughty escapade even raunchier—but his shirt rides up, allowing the hard flex of his abs and hips to rub against my ass.
“You want it rough?”
“Yes. Don’t hold back.”
These days, he’s not as unrepentant with me as he was at the beginning. My baby bump might have softened his alpha edge, but it hasn’t dulled it fully. It’s plenty dirty between us.
Rip.
It’s like my words unleashed the beast inside him.
Without preamble or a warning, he tears off my panties.
Good God.
He snakes an arm around my waist. “Spread them wide for me.” He leaves me no choice in the matter. He gives my foot a vicious kick with his own.
I whimper as I wobble a bit in my high-heeled slippers.
He firms his grip on me.
“Wider.” He kicks my foot again.
I’m spread so wide, the theme night should behard ass cop and thief. I’m about to get frisked. Not that I’d object.
“You okay, Mrs. Robinson?”
“I am. It’s been so long.”
“Don’t worry. You’re going to get my cock soon enough.”
He slides a finger between my wet pussy lips, skating through my slickness before he penetrates me in an unhurried slide.
“That feels so good.”
He pumps in and out of me in a languorous motion.
I hiss, which earns me a second finger.
A pleading grunt drops from my lips.
