Page 84 of Damaged Mogul
“You have your answer.”
She offers me a shy smile.
I want to make her come like that every single?—
What the fuck?
This is a fun fling.
She’ll be gonein a few days.
I stand up.
I grab her by the waist and pull her body against mine, pressing my covered erection against her pussy, allowing her to feel how much I want her.
Naked thighs come up to circle my hips, as she grinds against me in a kinky way that sends a pulse of electricity to my aching balls.
I groan. “You’re going to make me come in my boxers.”
She doubles her efforts, her juices soaking through the fabric of my underwear.
“Naughty girl.”
A slow, wicked smile stretches her lips.
Goddammit, it would be so sweet to lose myself inside her without any barrier.
Whoa.
Where the hell did that come from?
I’ve never fucked a woman without suiting up. Ever.
Lily is not only throwing me off my game, she’s messing with my head.
Condom, Hollingsworth. Always a condom.
I take a step back from the sorceress with the magic pussy.
I push my boxer briefs down my legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.
My cock is so hard, it points north.
From her freaked out expression, I expect her to call the whole thing off.
She doesn’t.
She tilts her head side to side, admiring my cock from different angles.
The fucker grows impatient.
I walk over to my jeans.
Do I even have a condom?
I fish inside my wallet and findone.
I check the expiry date.
