Page 158 of Scandalous Contract

Hearing that, while going through what I’d been going through, had made me want to hear more. Plus, the woman on the phone was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. So, I followed her to the waiting room and sat a few chairs behind her, listening to her talk.

That day, I’d overheard Stefanie on the phone saying that her daughter had gotten hurt at school and needed a few stitches. The doctors checked the daughter’s blood type just in case she needed blood.

Stefanie told the person over the phone that it made her nervous when her daughter showed interest in knowing her blood type and knowing Stefanie's and Archie’s blood types. She’d feared her daughter would find out that there was no way she could be her mother since Stefanie was AB positive and India was O negative.

The person on the other end of the phone had been able to calm Stefanie down. But, hearing how worried she’d been about a child that wasn’t hers biologically made me think about my own mom.

Then watching her stand up and help a little girl who’d fallen down while running made me realize she wasn’t just a good mom, she was a good person, period. My gaze had drifted over her body.

The sexual attraction had been instant. To my surprise, it wasn’t just her curves that made me want to know more about this woman. In the waiting room, I’d watched her shed tears while on the phone.

Then I’d seen her smile at that little girl as she helped her up. It was that smile that did it. It made me realize that I needed to see every emotion in the world on this woman’s face. That thought floored me.

I’d never felt anything like that before. I’d never wanted to sit and watch someone, just watch them. I wasn’t in a hurry to approach her. I wanted to understand her. I wanted to know what she liked, what she didn’t like.

So, I watched her from afar. I followed her home. I found out her name, her job, and her socials. I’d gone to the boardwalk where she jogged and watched her there. During the times I watched, I got to see her happy, sad, distracted, upset, frustrated, and irritated.

But I was greedy for more, and it wasn’t long before watching wasn’t enough. And when fate brought us together by making my sister and her daughter roommates, I realized that there was no reason for me to just watch.

I wanted to touch her lips when she smiled. I wanted to wipe her tears when she cried. I wanted to kill whoever made her afraid. I wanted to know more about this woman and be moretothis woman.

I thought revealing that to her would scare her and that she’d retreat again, try to push me away, or something. Not that I’d let her, but I thought she’d try. However, that wasn’t what she’d done.

My Stefanie had simply smiled and asked me if I wanted to know what she’d thought of me when she’d first seen me. She’d wondered how big my cock was. That was her first thought of me.

That had made us both laugh. We spent the rest of the night revealing things about ourselves. Well, I revealed things about myself. I almost knew everything there was to know about the woman I loved.

She told me she was now on a mission to learn everything about me. And she didn’t want me to tell her everything. She wanted to stalk me online the way I’d done her. I needed to post more so she could stalk me better.

After talking for hours, we fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. But my mind was still on Stefanie because my dreams were filled with her. Erotic dreams. Filthy dreams. In my dream, Stefanie was pinned beneath me, body warm, pussy slick with arousal.

Her breathing was ragged as her nails dug into my back, her eyes fixed on mine, the corner of her lips lifted in that wicked little smirk that always made me lose control. I loved the feel of her body under mine, the feel of her pussy around my cock, tight, wet and fucking perfect.

In my dreams, I fucked her until her cream flowed over my cock and dripped down my balls. And as I drifted awake, I carried remnants of my dream with me. I could still feel her warmth around my cock.

My breath caught, and my hips jerked as my eyes opened. Staring up at the ceiling, I felt something hot, wet, and undeniably real slide over the head of my cock. I looked down and there she was, the woman of my dreams and my reality.

She was on her knees between my thighs, her hair falling around her face like a curtain of curls. She looked like an exotic angel. An angel with her mouth wrapped around my cock. She lowered that sexy mouth of hers onto my cock, taking me deep.

Her eyes were locked on mine, a devilish little smirk dancing at the corners of her lips. She raised up, mouth dragging up my cock until she released it with a wet pop.

"I was thirsty," she whispered, lips brushing the crown of my cock before swallowing me whole again.

I groaned, the sound raw and wrecked. “Fuck, baby...”

My hand found her hair, threading through it, gripping just tight enough to let her know I was awake now. Fully awake and needing more. Her lips tightened around me. Her mouth was fucking heaven.

Her tongue glided over the tip of my throbbing cock. Precum leaked onto her tongue as she sucked me like she owned me. And she did. She did own me. I was hers. All hers. My heart was hers.

And this cock that she was swallowing down so beautifully was hers. My body jerked as her saliva dripped down my cock, wetting me up and I fucking loved it. She hummed around me, the vibration making me curse under my breath.

“You trying to kill me?” I rasped, body trembling.

She pulled back slightly, her tongue teasing the underside of my length, mouth slick with my juices. “That’s the plan,” she said, eyes gleaming.

Then she slid me back into her mouth, and this time she didn’t hold back. She sucked me deep, her throat relaxing around the tip of me. One hand stroked the base while the other rested on my thigh, nails lightly dragging down my skin.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Every time she gagged and kept going, I twitched so hard I nearly came right then. My cock jerked against her tongue. I bucked into her mouth, tapping her throat, making her gag louder. Then, she moaned.