Page 37 of Scandalous Contract

Following my directions, he carried me into the bedroom. The second he reached the bed, he laid me on it, following me down, his cock still buried deep. My legs spread wide as he settled between them, pressing me into the mattress. He pushed deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled under my breath, unable to believe that my body was getting aroused once again.

I hadn’t thought he could go deeper. I was wrong. His hips rolled as he climbed over me, his cock thrusting into me as he inched us both up the bed toward the pillows. This man was literally fucking into me as he slowly inched me up the bed toward the headboard.

Never in my thirty-nine years had I been fucked up the bed. This was a first! My body tightened around him, still oversensitive, and I moaned as his cock slid against that perfect spot inside me.

“Ahhh, baby, you’re clenching me again,” he rasped, mouth brushing mine as he pushed higher up the bed. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”

Once again, I couldn’t speak. Could barely think. The pleasure was blooming once more. My pussy was showing me that she could take a beating and keep on ticking. My hands slid down his back, nails dragging over muscle as he fucked into me.

By the time he reached the pillows, his thrusts had turned feral. He braced his weight on his forearms, his dark gaze locked on mine as he pounded into me. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room. I stared up at him, unable to look away, loving the fuck-faces he made.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled. “So wet. So fucking soft. Damn it, Stefanie, I can’t get enough of you.”

I couldn’t get enough of him either.

“Harder,” I gasped, thighs trembling, body hungry for him again.

“You want it harder?” His mouth twisted into a wicked smirk. “Can you handle harder, baby?”

I rolled my body against him.

He chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”

He pulled back and slammed into me, giving me exactly what I’d asked for. My back arched off the bed as he hit so deep I swore I could feel him in my stomach. He was driving into me with so much force the headboard was banging against the wall.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Are you gonna come for me again?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “I’m going to come so hard.”

“That’s my girl.”

My hips jerked, my body rocking against his, meeting him thrust for thrust as he fucked me. My pussy was squelching around his cock, wet and slick, soaking him in my juices.

“You’re dripping down my cock.” His mouth found my ear, his muscular arms caging me in. “I can feel it. I can feel you. Can you feel all of me?”

He ground his hips against me. My eyes drifted shut.

“Tell me you can feel all of me, baby,” he groaned, grinding into me again.

“Yes,” I rasped. “I can feel it all. Don’t stop giving it to me.”

I was falling apart. My thighs clenched around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he fucked me faster, harder. My pussy clenched around him, aching and desperate, needy.

“I’m close,” I gasped.

“Come for me,” he demanded. “Let me feel you.”

I shattered beneath him, orgasm slamming through me with enough force to make me scream his name. My body arched, legs trembling, pussy milking him as pleasure tore through me.

“Fuckkkk,” Julian groaned, head dropping to my shoulder.

His hips stuttered, cock throbbing hard as he shoved deep one last time, causing the headboard to bang against the wall. He let out a deep, guttural sound as he came, his release filling me in hot, pulsing waves.

His body jerked against mine, muscles trembling as he groaned my name against my skin. He stayed buried inside me as he caught his breath, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against my neck. “I could soak in this pussy forever.”