Page 61 of Damaged Mogul
I’m glad it’s dark because my face is on fire.
His hands travel down my back before cupping my ass cheeks and squeezing hard.
My eyes roll into the back of my head.
The sensory stimulation is dizzying.
“Fuck, your ass feels so good in my hands.”
Granted, this is a little Jekyll and Hyde, but holy fuck is it ever hot. “You—you’re confusing me.”
“You took me by surprise last night, when I dropped you off and again with that text,” hesays.
“The one you never answered?”
He takes a step forwards, forcing me back against a wall, pinning me there.
Shit.
He places two fingers underneath my chin, forcing my attention to him. He leans into me, his mouth flirting with mine, sending my pulse leaping at the base of my neck.
“I can assure you, I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than answer your text. I wanted to get behind the wheel of my car and drive to your hotel, bust down the door, and wish you sweet dreams in person with my mouth on your pussy.”
“Oh.”
“I jerked off in the shower with that blatant invitation on my mind and visions of doing dirty things to you as punishment for taunting me. I came so fucking hard, I thought I was going to pass out.”
I’m so shellshocked by his lewd admission, I can only stare in disbelief.
“Am I still confusing you, angel?”
“Err…”
“What was that?”
I open and close my mouth like a fish.
He ducks his head, locking his eyes with mine. “That text was a tease. You know it. I know it.”
Answering would incriminate me.
“You wanted to poke the bear, Goldilocks? Game on. Now you’re going to live with the consequences.”
With his gaze fixed on me, he unbuttons my shorts
He waits for a beat, as if waiting for me to protest.
When I don’t, he proceeds to lower the zipper.
In the emptiness of the room, I can hear the illicit sound over my ragged breathing.
His hand snakes inside my panties until it’s nestledbetween my pussy lips. Long fingers explore my wetness, teasing my clit, causing my core to clench, and my thighs to tremble.
My mouth drops open, my eyelashes flutter, and my fingernails bite into his forearms, as if that’s all it takes to contain this blissful sensation.
This is so lewd.
So wrong.
