Page 269 of Damaged Mogul
I open my mouth to respond, but he squeezes my nipples hard.
A choking sound leaves my lips.
I grind my face against the cold surface of the countertop, in the hopes of containing the volcano threatening to erupt. It’s pointless.
I’m on fire, and there’s only one way out for me.
He does it again. This time, he traps my clit between his fingers with one hand, pinching my nipple with the other.
Dear God.
I shudder and freefall.
My orgasm arrives with two weeks of need roaring behind it.
I come, and I come, and I come around his big, fat cock.
“You’re such a good slut.” His lip flirts with my earlobe.
God, I love role-playing.
He doesn’t allow time for my feet to touch the ground.
He pushes off me, wraps my braided hair around his fist, and pulls.
“You ready for my cum?”
I’m panting so hard, I can’t respond.
Slap!
“I asked you a question, Mrs. Robinson.”
“Give it to me, Sawyer.”
He lets loose.
He’s hard as steel as his hips hammer into me, as if he’s trying to nail me to this island. He fucks me like he means it.
Harder.
Faster.
More punishing.
It’s so intense, I struggle to remember my name.
“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re going to get a lot of it.”
I squeeze my thighs together. “I want it all.”
One, two, three thrusts.
“Fuck—” He releases himself inside me, emptying himself into my greedy pussy, his cum filling me up before dripping down my legs.
An explosion of pleasure detonates inside me. Against the soundtrack of my delirious cries, I clench around his cock hard and give in to my second orgasm. I wail as my pussy milks his warm release.
He growls and keeps thrusting, fucking his cum deep inside me.
