Page 130 of Scandalous Contract

I clenched around him, and he growled, the sound vibrating through me. His grip on my waist tightened, and his pace picked up. I couldn’t sit still. I moved with him, riding his cock, bouncing on that dick, my thick thighs slamming against his thighs as I rode him.

“Fuck, Stefanie,” he groaned. “Just like that. Keep bouncing on that dick like that, baby.”

Each bounce sent shocks through my core. And when his thumb found my clit, and began rubbing circles on my sensitive nub, my arousal skyrocketed.

“I wanna feel this pussy milk my cock. Cum for me, sweet Stefanie,” he coaxed. “I can feel how close you are.”

I was. My body trembled, my nails digging into his shoulders. Every stroke hit that place inside me that made me see stars. My breath came in sharp little pants. My hips moved on instinct now, chasing the high only he could give me.

“Julian...” My voice cracked.

“I’ve got you. Let go, Stefanie. Give it to me.”

And I did. I shattered around him, eyes wide, mouth open, body writhing in his lap. My orgasm tore through me like a storm, wild and raging, tearing down everything in its path. I clung to him, burying my face in his neck, gasping his name as waves of pleasure rolled over me.

I found myself pressing kisses to his throat, biting him, marking him up as my pussy quivered around his cock, the pleasure setting my entire body on fire. And he fucked me through it, driving into me as I shuddered and whimpered his name against his throat.

And when my body finally ceased trembling, when I finally lifted my head to meet his gaze, I nearly gasped at what I saw in Julian Cattaneo's eyes. He looked at me like I was his whole world. Like, without me, there was no him. I swallowed, tears stinging my eyes.

“You,” he said, voice hoarse. “Are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

And I believed him, because when he looked at me, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. He cupped my face and trailed his thumb over my cheek.

“I hope you’re ready for more. Because I’m not done.”

“You’re not?” I whispered.

A smirk curved his lips. “I’m just getting started. I plan to be buried in this pussy all night, sweet Stefanie.”

Before I could catch my breath, he shifted us, rising from the couch with me still wrapped around him, his cock still pulsing inside me. I clung to him, stunned by the strength in his arms, the heat in his gaze.

He laid me back down across the couch, my body melting into the cushions. His body never left mine. Not for a second. He braced himself above me, one hand cupping my cheek, the other gripping my thigh and hitching it higher on his hip.

His next thrust was deeper, smoother, as he glided into the heat still pulsing between my thighs from the orgasm that just rocked me. The cream from my orgasm still coated his cock and he was about to fuck another one out of me. I could feel it building.

“Julian...” I moaned, arching into him.

“I know, baby. I feel it too,” he rasped.

His mouth captured mine in a kiss so consuming, it left me dizzy. Our tongues tangled, our breath mixed, our bodies surged together with the kind of hunger that left no room for doubt that this wasn’t just sex.

This was something else. Something deeper. Somethingmore. My fingers couldn’t have given me this. My toys couldn’t have given me this. No other man could’ve given me this. Only my JC. Julian Cattaneo.

He wrenched his mouth from mine to say, “I love you, Stefanie. And I don’t take those words lightly, and I don’t give them out randomly. I say them, knowing you come with a daughter I’ll have to prove my worth to. A daughter, I’ll prove my love for you to. And I know things can become challenging,” he told me as he thrust into my heat, sending pleasure radiating over my body.

“I don’t expect it to be easy. But saying I love you means I’m ready to put in the work,” he groaned, his hand caressing my cheek as he thrust deeper. “It means I’m ready to fight for you because you’re worth fighting for. It means I’m ready to protect you and your daughter because the moment I realized I loved you, you and she became just as important to me as my family.”

He shoved harder into my heat, causing my breath to catch at the feel of his cock and the truth in his voice.

“When I say I love you, it isn’t just three sweet words. It’s the foundation for a lifetime of trust, love, protection, honor, and loyalty.”

He thrust again, a little harder this time, making my body tremble beneath him. His next words came in a growl, laced with devotion and need.

“I. Love. You. Stefanie Adams.”

I stared up at him, my heart thudding so loudly I could barely hear anything else. But I nodded because I didn't know what else to do. I didn’t know what to do with his love yet. I didn’t know if I could accept it, if I could return it wholeheartedly.

And the last thing I wanted to do was hurt this man or lead him on. I’d been hurt. I’d been led on. No one deserved that. Especially not a man like Julian, who loved openly, with no shame, with a purity that was rare, a purity I was afraid I’d lost years ago. Though I couldn’t say those words back to him, I did say the only words I could.