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.