Page 129 of Scandalous Contract

I did. And the look in his eyes... it did something to me. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just hunger. It was...more.

“I want to see your face when I slide inside you.”

I nodded, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon when all I’d done was sit here and let this man do whatever he wanted to me. With one hand gripping his cock, he slid the other up my back and grabbed my nape.

Gush!

“Lean back,” he whispered.

Of course, I obeyed. Hands still on his shoulders, I leaned back further, giving him complete access to my pussy. He was in command of my body tonight. He rubbed his cock between my folds twice more and then pressed forward, easing the tip in.

He removed his hand from his cock and gripped my ass, lifting me a fraction until I was straddling his cock with the tip still lodge within me. Lifting his hips, he pushed into me slowly, going deep, stretching me wide. I couldn’t look away.

“That’s it,” he breathed, both hands moving to my hips as he eased me down onto his cock. “Take every inch. Let me fill this pussy up.”

I closed my eyes as he eased me onto his cock inch by inch. I rotated my hips when it felt like I couldn’t take more. But I knew I could. I could take all of this man. His thumb rubbed over my clit, making me slicker, making it easier for me to take him deeper.

“Fuck, Julian!”

“Yeah, baby. Take it. Take all of me,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “This pussy is fucking perfect. Even if you don’t love me yet, I promise you this pussy is already in love with me. We’re just waiting for you to catch up, love.”

I held his gaze as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, my body stretching around him, welcoming him home. He filled me completely, until I was gasping and gripping his shoulders for balance.

He bottomed out with a groan, body flush against mine. I felt full.Stuffed. Claimed. One with Julian Cattaneo.

“You feel that?” he rasped, dropping his forehead to mine. “That’s me.Allof me. Deep as I can go. Right where I belong. In you. With you. Can you feel all of me?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“I’m gonna fuck you just like this,” he growled. “Until you can’t think straight. Until you beg me to let you come.”

He started to move in slow, sensual strokes that hit deep, letting me feel every thick inch of the cock I craved. I moaned, breathless, my body melting into his, arms going around his neck.

Each slow thrust had my breath catching, had my thighs quivering where they rested on either side of his legs. I could feel him everywhere. Cock deep inside me. Arms wrapped around me. Chest pressed against me, his heart speaking to my heart.

“Fuck,” I whispered, forehead dropping to his as our bodies found a rhythm.

Julian cupped the back of my neck, holding me there, his thumb stroking my jaw.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he whispered against my ear, hips thrusting up as he rocked me on his lap. “Every time I thrust, it’s a fucking symphony down there. This pussy sings for me.” He tilted my head back and pressed a soft kiss to my lips before whispering, “This is my favorite song, sweet Stefanie. This is our song. Do you hear it?”

“Yes,” I groaned, the word drawn out on a gasp as his cock hit a spot so deep it made me shudder. My arms clung tighter around his shoulders, desperate for more of that perfect, rhythmic friction.

“Do you like our song?” he whispered, hips still rolling in that slow, devastating grind that kept my clit grinding against him.

“I love it, Julian,” I gasped, and the need in my voice made him growl low in his throat.

He dipped his head, tongue dragging over the pulse in my neck before he nipped the skin just hard enough to make me twitch.

“Do you want me to switch up the tempo?” he groaned.

My nails dug into his back, hips stuttering as I moaned, “Please.”

He thrust again, hard, rocking into me. My hands clawed down his back, and he just laughed, a dark, sexy sound that made my pussy clench tighter around him. I trembled in his lap, overwhelmed by the slow grind of his hips beneath me.

My head fell back, and he took advantage of the opening, trailing kisses along the curve of my throat. I was unraveling fast.

“I can feel every inch of you gripping me,” he murmured against my skin. “So tight, baby. So fucking perfect.”