Page 85 of Damaged Mogul
We’re in business.
In no time, I’m sheathed—locked, loaded, and ready to shoot.
She’s still staring at me, dumbfounded.
“I’ve never wanted a woman more in my life, but if you’re having second thoughts––”
She places two fingers against my lips. “I want you, too, Gage.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
I reach for her hair. When I do, I catch my gaze in the mirror. My eyes are wild—veiled with lust.
This woman is unraveling me.
With impatient hands, I play around with her updo.
Her half-lidded eyes collide with mine. “Let me do it.”
I don’t argue. I’m in such a rush, I must be hurting her.
She removes several pins and places them on the countertop.
A cascade of raven hair tumbles down to her waist.
I’m mesmerized.
Fuck, this woman is a dream.
Still in a daze, I run my fingers through her thick mane. “It’s so long.”
“I know, I should cut it?—”
“Don’t you dare cut it.” The words are out of my mouth before I can catch them.
I have no right to be this possessive.
Little fingers walk across my chest. “I won’t.”
The contact jolts my cock.
I let go of her hair and fist the fucker.
I step between her parted legs. “The first time is going to be fast and furious. I want you too much. Do you understand?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“We’ll do it again, still furious, but not as fast.”
“Okay.”
I guide my cock between her pussy lips, dragging the head through her wetness. Unable to help myself, I circle her clit with my engorged head.
Round and round.
“That feels so good,” she says.
Too good.
