Page 82 of Damaged Mogul
What a sight.
I plunge one finger inside her.
Her pussy clenches around it like a vice, so I slide a second one in.
With my digits pumping in and out of her, I focus on her clit, sucking on the tiny bud with fervor.
Her heavy breathing reverberates against the bathroom walls.
I curl my fingers inside her, stroking the right spot to send her flying.
“Oh, God, what are you doing to me?” She almost sounds panicked.
I lift my gaze.
Lidded eyes meet mine.
The pads of my fingers apply more pressure against the sensitive spot inside her, while my tongue toys with her hard clit.
She clenches around my intrusion as she writhes on the counter.
That’s it. Come all over my face.
“Your mouth…” She arches her back, her hips lifting off the countertop. “Oh, Gage.”
Use me, baby.
I rub and suck. Rub and suck.
She places her weight on her folded arms, lifts her legs, and hooks them over my shoulders.
Fuck, yeah.
Her angled hips allow me to finger-fuck her with moredetermination.
“Please, Gage. Please.” Her hips jerk upwards with each word.
I don’t disappoint.
Another rough jerk of her hips to the edge of the counter earns her a growl when the point of her heel digs into my back.
Christ.
She does it again.
Her heel digs deeper.
Fuck, that hurt so good.
I pin her hips down with one strong hand to hold her in place, and I growl into a series of long, languorous licks, dragging the tip of my tongue over her hard clit.
She grinds against my face without an ounce of shame. “Sweet baby Jesus…”
My eyes are on her, unwilling to miss a beat. I want to savor the expression on her face as she comes.
I close my lips around her clit, trapping all the blood there.
She rubs her pussy all over my face.
