Page 97 of Damaged Mogul
My blush deepens, turning my whole face as hot—and I’m sure as red—as a stove burner.
He reaches for my underwear and bunches the lacy fabric in a large fist.
I expect him to tug aside the strip of material that shields my pussy, but that’s not what happens.
Rip.
Holy. Hell.
“Those were new.”
He checks the label. “French Appliqué. Noted. Don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ll replace them so I can rip them off your sexy body again, and again, and again.”
When he puts it that way, who am I to say no?
He run his finger down my slit until it glides between my pussy lips.
I gasp, folding over, using his broad shoulders for support.
“Since I’m the first cock you’ve ever had, I need to fuck you hard, in every position, multiple times so you never forget me. I want to ruin it for all the fuckers that will come after me.”
His filthy promise resonates all the way to my clit.
“So far, it’s been easy for me to put blinders on my needs—fucking my fist for salvation—that’s until a sexy little thing with raven hair and big, beautiful blue eyes the color of gemstones, came crashing into my life. My cock wanted to come out and play with the sexiest woman on the fucking planet.” He’s not done rocking my world.
If I thought I was wet before, now, my inner thighs are turning slick with my own juices.
“So, we’re gonna play some more?”
I nod, as if in a trance.
He leans forward and nips at my sensitive nipple with his teeth.
I let out a sound I’ve never heard slip from my lips before.
“Words. If I have to ask again, I’ll have to bite harder.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I want to play some more.”
“Better.”
My whole body is buzzing.
As if things weren’t too hot to handle, Gage wraps my shredded lacy panties around his cock. With his eyes on me, he strokes himself up and down in a tight fist.
Stunned, my mouth drops in an O.
Oh. My. God.
For a long moment, I forget to breathe as I stare wide-eyed at him working his cock.
When his other hand cups his big balls, I press my legs together, in the hopes of alleviating the aching need.
“Did I give you permission to do that?”
