Page 268 of Damaged Mogul
“I had my suspicions. If you were pregnant with his child, you wouldn’t want me inside you bareback and you wouldn’t want me to caress your belly after I fuck you senseless.”
A hand brushes over my belly.
I turn my head so I can catch his gaze.
He winks.
Fuck, I love this man.
“You’re so smart, Sawyer. This baby is our little secret. I’ve made excuses not to be with my husband for the past six months since the first time you came to fix my pipes. He thinks we had sex when he was too drunk toremember.”
“Fool.”
He pumps in and out of me fast and furious.
I can’t imagine how debauched I look, my face pressed against the countertop, my pussy stretched by his huge cock, him fully dressed, fucking me from behind.
Gage slows his tempo.
“I need you anchored down for what I have in store for you, Mrs. Robinson.” He nudges my feet back together with him still inside, and lifts my hips up. “Much better.”
The height difference is—and will remain—an issue for us. Even with my high heels.
“I’m about to prove to you how much I own your pussy, your body, and every fucking part of you.”
And he proves it without a shadow of a doubt.
He thrusts inside me with force.
Each time he pulls out his cock to the tip, it sends a flurry of thrills up my spine, and each shove back inside my aching pussy is a gift. He’s so deep, I swear his long cock is lodged somewhere in my chest.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You. Own. Me.” My words come out in staccato, matching each one of his thrusts.
“Damn right.”
His fingers find my clit.
I arch and twist under his sweet assault.
I’m wild. Unleashed, even.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Oh, fuck.
The sparkling pain heightens the pleasure.
I let out a shrieking gasp when his hand pulls down the top part of my chemise, causing my naked breasts to spill from thecups. As he keeps pumping in and out of me, they dangle. He gropes one breast with his strong hand.
“Fuck. Your tits are much bigger than they were the last time I fucked you.” He presses his front against my back and snags my earlobe with his teeth. “Get there, Mrs. Robinson. You need to come because I won’t last much longer. Unlike your good-for-nothing husband, I always make you come first.”
I’m turned on beyond reason.
