Page 41 of Damaged Mogul
My eyebrows shoot to my forehead.
I reread the message.
I read it a third time.
I thought I had the situation under control, and now she throws a curve ball my way.
Goddammit.
This woman is determined to unravel me stitch by stitch.
She deserves a lesson, and I have half a mind to administer it right the fuck now.
I pace the length of my bedroom, talking myself out of doing something stupid. My head gets it, my little head… not so much.
My cock is hard as a steel rod, making it difficult to walk.
My nostrils flare.
Down, boy.
Don’t do it.
Complicated isn’t your thing.
Do not fucking think about it. About her.
The helpless way Lily stared up at me––pouty lips eager for a kiss––flashes in front of my eyes.
Fuck.
My pep talk doesn’t quell my desire. On the contrary, it intensifies it. I want to run downstairs, slide behind the wheel of my car, make my way back to the Pompadour Hotel, bang on Lily’s door until she opens it, yank her over my shoulder, and march to the bed where I’d place her little, sexy body over my knee, and redden her fine ass for tauntingme.
How dare she?
I get where Larkin is coming from, but he’s never had to deal with Fisher Edgington. The last thing I need is for the man to ride my ass because I had to ride his daughter.
I stop my pacing.
With a frustrated huff, I throw my phone on my bed.
I need to purge these impure thoughts out of my system.
In a flash, I strip out of my clothes, leaving them on the floor in an expensive pile. A man on a horny as hell mission, I head to the bathroom and hit the shower, stepping straight in under the initial cold blast, gripping my cock as the icy thrill hardens my nipples and wakes up my eager balls.
As the hot water hits and steam billows around me, all I can see in the mist are those mesmerizing purple-blue eyes, that slender and so suckable neck.
Fisting my cock and jerking hard, thumping my gut with every stroke, I imagine the mist clearing, revealing her naked form. Perfect tits. Flawless, porcelain skin. Long legs, so pale as she spreads them, biting her lip, her gaze full of lust as she spreads her perfect pussy.
I turn the water off, panting into the steam, gritting my teeth and gripping my cock, so desperate to take her, to fuck her until she’s crying out my name.
But no… the dirty girl slides two fingers into her pussy and moans before finger-fucking herself fast and furious.
I’m done.
I jerk my solid cock like a madman and it’s me that cries out as I come, one leg trembling, the other braced against the wall.
Thick streams of hot cum mark the sweet angel. Cum hits her tits, her stomach, and with one final jerk, a satisfying ribbon of cum lands right on her pussy.
