Page 198 of Scandalous Contract

He moved down my body like a man possessed, eyes dark, mouth hungry. When he reached my center, he didn’t tease. He sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue flicking over my sensitive nub, fingers fucking into me faster until I was thrashing under him, hands grabbing at the sheets, back arching like a bow.

I came with a scream, body shaking, tears in my eyes from the pleasure. But he didn’t stop. He licked me through it, groaning into my pussy like it was his final meal.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” he said, kissing my inner thigh. “But I’m not done. I want to ruin you for every man who even thinks about breathing near you.”

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on his knees, gripping that thick, perfect cock that had stretched me better than anyone ever had. And then he was there, at my entrance.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I did.

He thrust in hard, one brutal, delicious stroke that knocked the wind out of me.

“Shit, Julian!”

“Yeah, baby,” he said, grinding deep. “Feel that? That’s yours.”

He pulled out slowly, then slammed back into me. Again. Then again. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls. He fucked me long and hard, going deep, making me shiver as pleasure radiated over my entire body.

I’d missed this, missed him, missed his thick cock and the way he pounded me like there was no tomorrow. He gripped my thighs, shoved them back, spreading me wide open, making my pussy bloom for him.

“You ready to come again?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“You want to feel my cum deep in that pussy?” he asked.

“Yes, please, Julian.”

“Then take it,” he groaned and pounded into me, relentless, cock dragging against every nerve inside me until I was babbling his name, nails raking down his back, crying from how full I felt, howrightit felt.

I came again violently, writhing under him, and he didn’t stop. He flipped me over, dragged my hips up, and slammed back into me from behind, gripping my hair, mouth at my ear.

“Don’t ever forget who you belong to again, Stefanie Adams. And don’t ever forget that I belong to you. You got that?” he rasped.

“Yes,” I gasped, rocking back onto him, greedy for every inch. “I’ll never let go again.”

“Damn right.”

He spanked my ass, hard, and I moaned. He grabbed my throat and pulled me back into his chest, still fucking into me deep.

“I love you,” he whispered into my ear. “Say it while I’m buried in you.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

He fucked me through every word, every sobbed confession, every damn apology. When he came, he buried his cock so deep inside me it felt like our souls collided. He growled my name, kissed my neck, and collapsed beside me, dragging me into his arms. We were wrecked. Sweaty. Bruised. Breathless. Blessed.

“You’re mine,” he said, voice rough.

“Always,” I whispered.

We lay there for a long time before Julian spoke again.

“Hey, I was ordered to invite you to my cousin’s wedding. Do you think you’d want to go to a wedding with me?”

“Sure,” I told him before yawning.

“You gonna catch the bouquet?” he teased.

“Do you want me to catch it?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’ve already caught you, but I still want you to catch it. I’ll point out the other ladies who’ll be trying. There’ll be Tatianna, Meka, and probably Toya. Then my sister, she’ll definitely try. A few of my cousins will, too. You can’t let them get it.”

I chuckled. “Don’t worry. That bouquet is mine, Mr. Cattaneo.”

“Just like me,” he told me before claiming my lips in another fierce kiss that led to me riding his cock until my headboard banged against the wall.

What started out with a scandalous contract ended as a love that could endure all seasons and all hardships. Julian Cattaneo taught me that true love didn’t hurt. It healed. And my daughter taught me that family didn’t always mean blood relatives. Life had never been fair to me. But when it came to love, I had to say that I was blessed.