Page 39 of Damaged Mogul
I stop with a groan and then gasp when I slap my pussy once, twice, and three times is more than enough as I pick up my pace, back to rubbing my clit like crazy.
And then…
Holy shit. Time stands still. The girl in the mirror seems to lift from the bed. How I manage not to throw my head back as the orgasm bursts through me, I’ll never know. But I keep my astonished eyes on the girl in the mirror as she bucks and squirms.
Still panting for breath, I stare down at my trembling body.
My eyes shift to the mirror again. I don’t recognize myself.
My hair is disheveled.
My skin is flushed pink.
My pose is indecent.
All signs of a woman who’s come undone and enjoyed every toe-curling second.
I’ve never had such a strong orgasm in my life.
All thanks to one man.
A wicked thought enters my mind.
I can’t.
Yes, you can.
There’s a tug of war taking place inside me.
Should I?
Should I not?
The hell with it.
I channel the badass that embodies me now. “You only live once.”
I rush to the console where I left my handbag to retrieve my phone. I don’t even bother putting on a robe. Naked as the day I was born, I compose a message.
With my lower lip pulled between my teeth, I reread it.
Nope.
I jab a finger on my screen, erasing my paltry first attempt.
“Sans vergogne, ma vieille,” as my best friend Nadine would say.
Translation:Without fear, dear friend.
Lily: You were going to kiss me earlier?—
Too desperate. And too lame.
I erase it.
I compose another message.
I erase it.
