Page 63 of Damaged Mogul
“No, angel. I want your eyes on me.”
Mr. Grumpy Pants is commanding as fuck.
I open them, meeting his gaze.
“Good girl,” he says.
I’m no match for this man.
“You’re going to be fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
His words detonate something in me.
His fingers alternate between teasing my clit and filling my pulsing pussy.
I’m so close to the edge, I can’t think straight. Let alone breathe.
My core clenches with such force, I swear, I see stars.
“You’re close.”
“Yes.”
He picks up the pace.
Goosebumps pebble up and down my body as shockwaves of heat zip through me, threatening to make me dizzy.
“Don’t stop.”
My legs are wobbly as he skates over my clit again, and again, and again.
My hips tremble.
I’m there. I’m so there.
“Give it to me, Lily.”
There’s no going back now. “I will.”
“You’re going to come hard for me?”
“Yes.” With a single word, I pledge my promise.
The good girl in me feels so depraved for admitting that, but the badass is high-fiving me for riding this man’s fingers like a slut.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God?—”
“That’s not my name. What did I tell you?”
“You’re making it hard to think straight.”
All movement ceases.
A grunt of complaint leaves me.
“Is that a reproach?”
I shake my head. “Please don’t stop.”
