Page 74 of Damaged Mogul
His enchanting wintergreen eyes darken to inky black orbs, his wide chest rising and falling, his nostrils flaring.
He’s the Big Bad Wolf staring at Little Red Riding Hood.
“Fuck, I love your mouth.” His voice is as delightful as buttered toast sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon. “I can’t stop kissing you.”
I’m fifty shades of turned on right now, so much so, I don’t know what to do with myself. “Then, don’t stop kissing me.”
Fire ignites in his eyes, making me wetter.
He picks me up in his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist, climbing him like a tree. Gage takes a step until my back is pressed against the wall. I moan when he pushes against me. A sharp ache pulses between my thighs.
I’m desperate for relief.
I use the hardness pressing against my damp shorts and grind.
“You dirty girl.” His hands sneak underneath my shorts, groping my bare ass.
I gasp.
“Let me help with that,” he says.
I don’t have time to figure out what he means.
The hands groping my ass knead relentlessly, keeping me moving against his erection with intensifying friction.
All my nerve endings are lit up like fire torches.
This is so inappropriate.
So lewd.
So debauched.
Knowing I affect him in this way is such an aphrodisiac.
One large hand leaves my ass cheek to travel up, over my hip and rib cage, stopping under my breast. The back of hisfingers brush over my nipples and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Fuck, these are so nice,” he says.
“I don’t have huge breasts.” The words fly out of my mouth.
Crap.
Great timing for my insecurities to rear their ugly head.
There are so many women in LA walking around with DDs.
“Your tits are perfect,” he says before devouring my mouth. When his palm cups over my breast before squeezing hard, my eyelids flutter closed at the onslaught of blissful sensations.
He breaks our kiss, meeting my heavy-lidded eyes. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” When his mouth finds mine, he bites my lower lip.
A whimper escapes me.
Good God, this man needs to come with a warning.
He devours my mouth on a loud grunt, sucking my tongue until I writhe against him, his hips pressing upward, hitting me right where I desperately need it.
I’m going to come.
