Page 159 of Scandalous Contract

She fucking moaned like sheenjoyedchoking on me. Her throat tightened and milked me, and I could feel my balls draw tight, a low growl ripping from my throat as my hand tightened in her curls and held her there.

She didn’t stop. She looked up at me, eyes watering, spit trailing down her chin, and that filthy fucking smile still curled on her lips like she knew I was right on the edge and wanted to shove me over it.

I thrust up into her mouth, fucking her throat as she swallowed around me. I was leaking precum, and she was slobbering all over me, slurping sounds filling the room as I bucked into her mouth, lost to the pleasure of this woman and the things only she could make me feel.

My head fell back against the pillow, my free hand gripping the sheets as she devoured me, sucking me with wild abandoned, making me feel shit I’d never felt before.

“Damn it, Stefanie,” I groaned. “Your fucking mouth... how can it feel this fucking good.”

She moaned in response, bobbing faster on my cock, gagging louder. My stomach tightened. My thighs tensed. That familiar burn curled low and fast in my gut, and I felt like I was about to explode.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” I warned, breath hitching, body bucking.

Her lips sealed tighter, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked like she was trying to drink my soul through my cock. My thighs trembled under her grip. My stomach clenched. With a ragged growl, I thrust faster, unable to control my body.

Her mouth was in complete control of me. I buried every inch of me down her throat as I came hard, shouting her name as my back bowed off the bed. My cock throbbed violently, pulse after pulse of cum erupting into her mouth.Hot. Heavy. Endless.

It hit the back of her throat, thick and overflowing, but she took it all, every fucking drop. I could feel her swallowing around me, tight little gulps that milked me through it, her throat flexing like she was addicted to the taste of me.

It was embarrassing how my body wouldn’t cease shuddering and how I couldn’t fucking stop saying her name as I spilled into her mouth. I looked down and saw her eyes flutter closed like she was savoring the taste of me.

Her fingers dug into my thighs as my cum spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin, mixing with her spit, creating a glorious, messy masterpiece on her beautiful face.

Even after the last twitch, she didn’t release my cock from her wicked mouth. She suckled gently, tongue lapping at the oversensitive tip, cleaning up the mess she made, making my entire body quake with aftershocks.

And when she finally pulled off with a wet pop, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and showed me some of my cum still glistening there before she swallowed it all down. That had to be the sexiest shit I’d ever seen in my life.

“Damn, baby,” I rasped, eyes locked on her mouth.

She smirked, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, “Sorry, I woke up thirsty and you were closer than the kitchen.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she purred, climbing up my body slowly, straddling my hips, her lips brushing mine in a soft kiss that was the complete opposite of what she’d just done to me.

“I think I’m addicted to your taste, Julian Cattaneo,” she whispered.

I let out a hoarse laugh, still catching my breath. “You ever do that again before I’m fully awake, and I’m marrying your ass in the kitchen with the toaster as the officiant.”

She burst out laughing, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. She kissed me again, even slower this time. Sliding to her left, she snuggled up next to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. For a while, we lay there in silence with her rubbing her thumb over my nipple and me trying not to shiver from her actions.

“Are you going to miss me when I go visit India in a few days?” she asked, with a yawn.

“I’m trying not to think about it,” I groaned, hating that she was leaving my side, but understanding that I couldn’t keep her all to myself every second of every minute.

“It’ll only be for a week,” she told me. “I wanted her to come home at first. But then Ronnie said some of her friends wanted to see her for her birthday, your sister included. And, I didn’t really think having them here was such a good idea.” She yawned before continuing. “Ronnie suggested closing his restaurant for a day and having her a big party there. India loved the idea.”

“I bet she did. I talked to Aubrey yesterday, and she said she was going to visit India and help her decorate for the party. I’m glad they get along so well.”

“So, am I,” Stefanie said.

But I could practically hear her overthinking.

“Don’t worry. India won’t find out about us until you’re ready for her to know,” I told her.

“It’s not that. It’s just...” she yawned again. “I can’t think properly when I’m tired.”

“Then go to sleep, love.”