Page 38 of Damaged Mogul

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Down there.

Sucking me.

Kissing me.

Licking me…

I pull my fingers out of my slick warmth and use my juices to take care of my clit.

Brushing against his unmistakable erection was so hot.

I pick up the tempo, my pace frantic.

Life is unfair.

My previous chaperones set the bar low, so there was zero chance I’d be attracted to them. Perhaps if I’d done my homework, I wouldn’t have such a visceral reaction to the devastatingly gorgeous grump. A quick search would’ve given me ammunition. I wouldn’t have been consumed at first sight.

My body shivers as I flashback to his hands. His strong hands.

I bet the man has magical fingers.

My pulse quickens.

And a magical cock…

I push two fingers inside my yearning pussy, pumping them in and out of my wetness, as the digits of my other hand skate over my clit.

Dear God.

I’m so turned on.

I’m so slippery wet, it’s ridiculous.

My insides clench hard.

My breaths grow ragged with every thrust of my fingers.

I can’t believe it when the girl in the mirror slaps her pussy and gasps at the blissful sensation.

Good God. This is too good.

My fingers are practically sucked back into my pussy and I pump them like crazy, my horniness jacked up to another level, the orgasm starting to burn from somewhere deep.

I yank my fingers free and bring them to my breast, circling my nipple and coating it with my slickness. Needing more, I close my fingers around my other nipple, squeezing hard as my other hand teases my engorged clit.

There’s only one man occupying my thoughts right now.

A tall, brooding, mountain of a man.

I was desperate for his sexy mouth to kiss me.

I imagine his mouth, sucking on a nipple while he pounds my pussy with his big cock.

I stroke my clit faster, taken over by the desperate need to climax, gyrating my hips in a circular motion to intensify the sensation.

I’m delirious with pleasure.

A familiar hot sensation blooms at my core.

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