Page 37 of Damaged Mogul
Myriad emotions run through me, all laced with lust.
A heart-thumping rush courses through my body at the thought of sexy Gage.
I’m drenched.
As I stare at myself, one hand travels down my stomach, until my fingers flirt with my pussy hair. The contact is enough to cause my pussy to clench.
God.
I take several steps back and lower myself to the king size bed.
I stare at myself in the mirror as I spread my legs, pull the fabric of my panties to the side, and glide a finger between my wet pussy. Remembering how my body felt nestled in Gage’s protective embrace, I stroke a languorous finger over my hard clit.
Urgency slams through me.
Fuck.
I wiggle against the mattress until I remove my panties, throwing them somewhere in the room. I unclasp my bra, releasing my breasts. It goes flying across the room. Then, I work my chignon with impatient hands until I pull out the pins, letting my long cascade of hair fall over my shoulders.
Better.
My nipples are so hard, they hurt.
I flick at my peaks and groan, surprised by how sensitive they are.
I hitch back a little and spread my legs wide with my feetflat on the edge of the mattress, stretching my pussy open, exposing my swollen pink lips.
What a provocative sight.
I imagine it’s Gage looking back at me and my breath hitches, my heart racing.
The desire in my eyes is unmistakable. Desire for him.
Under heavy lidded eyes and with my lower lip trapped between my teeth, I examine the woman I don’t recognize in the mirror.
She’s brazen.
Bold.
Unafraid.
Assertive.
Unwilling to bend to other’s will.
Uninterested in compromising.
This badass came to life when I landed in Los Angeles.
This is the first time I’ve touched myself in front of a mirror. I blame Gage Hollingsworth for pushing me outside my comfort zone.
I follow the trail of hair until my finger slides between my pussy lips, lodging deep inside me.
I don’t allow my head to loll back and I don’t close my eyes. For the first time ever, I want to watch myself come.
The thought makes me wetter, hotter, and I insert another finger and pump a few times, sending tingles to my needy clit.
I’d much rather if it were him.
