Page 267 of Damaged Mogul
He growls.
He focuses on the textured spot inside me that sends a flurry of electric sensations throughout my body all at once.
I’m so wet, it’s embarrassing.
He withdraws his hand.
I whimper in protest.
With my face still pressed against the countertop, I catch a glimpse of him sliding his fingers inside his mouth and sucking them clean.
“From the heady scent of your cunt and by how dripping wet you are, I’d say your husband has been neglecting you, Mrs. Robinson.” His green eyes are dark when he says that.
“That’s why I need your cock so badly, Sawyer. Please fuck me.”
“You beg so beautifully.”
Thump.
Gage drops his heavy cock onto the top of my ass.
“Oh, fuck. Your cock is bigger than I remember.”
“I shouldn’t be this turned on by you, Mrs. Robinson, but I want you so damn much. I’m powerless around you. You make me weak.”
The searing heat of his tip flirts with my entrance.
I bite against my lower lip as he skates the head of his cock over my pussy lips, making me wet and ready for his invasion. He angles his wide crown and nudges my pussy, teasing me.
I moan.
Like a warrior on a mission, he invades.
His thick girth spreads my pussy.
My breath stutters and my fingers curl against the countertop.
He’s unrepentant, driving in and out of me, tunneling through my slick pussy with force.
His cock fills a void that made me ache for two weeks that felt like a century.
He pulls out, leaving the crown nestled inside me, and with hands on my hips and a low growl, he thrusts balls deep.
If it wasn’t for his hands holding me, I’d fall off my high heels.
“I bet you don’t have to struggle with your husband.”
I love that he keeps the game going.
“No. I don’t. You’re so, so much better than him and you’re so much bigger. You make me come. He’s never been able to, not even when I guide him.”
“Your cunt was made for my cock. Not your asshole husband.”
“It was. It really was.”
“Does he know you’re carrying my child?”
“How did you know?”
