Page 11 of Deadly Don's Baby Contract

He's masturbating to the thought of me.

His hand speeds up, and that wet, skin-on-skin sound fills the air. I can see a thin film of sweat building on his body.

He's panting now.

I swallow as he stops stroking, cum spurting out of his cock onto what I assume is a towel on the floor.

I hurry away back to my room and close the door as quietly as possible.

I lean against it with my back and breathe steadily. I run a hand to my chest and hold it over my heart. It's beating fast.

The wetness between my legs is still there. I can still see Franco with his hand around his cock when I close my eyes. I lick my lips and breathe heavily through my nose. I didn’t know watching someone jerk off could be such a turn-on.

My hand slips from my chest to my belly, and I slide it into my panties. Gosh, I am so wet. The moment my fingertip touches my clit, I flinch. I am extra sensitive. How did I get so aroused?

I move my hand further down and dip my finger between my folds, then move it back up, smearing juices all over myself. The sensation is so good I moan out loud. Then I snap my mouth shut and spin around to look at the door.

Maybe this isn’t the right place for this. I giggle and, without moving my hand from my pussy, walk to the bed. I dim the lights, slip under the covers, and think of Franco when I close my eyes. I wonder what the thick cock would feel like in me. He’s so thick.

I moan again as I work my clit, using two fingers, and my hips buck involuntarily. I want more than I can give myself, but it’s what I got right now. My motions become erratic, and my breathing faster as my core tightens and my orgasm rolls through me.

I stroke myself two or three more times, making myself twitch, and then I lie still, panting. After a moment, a dry chuckle escapes me. I can’t believe I did that just because I watched Franco jerk off. I hope he never finds out.

With a shudder, I get out of bed and hurry to the bathroom. I strip out of my clothes and turn the shower on. Soon, steam fills the room, and I get under the water. The heat eases the tension out of my muscles, and I take my time scrubbing my body.

When I’m done, I wrap myself in the thick, fluffy gown hanging on the back of the door and go back into the bedroom. I turn on the TV and just lie in bed until I’m finally tired enough to sleep. Once the TV and the lights are off, and I’ve turned on my side to sleep, Franco’s face floats up in my mind’s eye.

“Urgh,” I groan and turn to my other side.

I battle for what seems like forever to get that man out of my head, but I eventually fall asleep.

Claira wakes me far too early in the morning, and I pull the blanket over my head when she opens the curtains in my room.

“It’s morning. Breakfast is ready in the dining room.”

“I’m coming,” I mumble from under my blanket, but I don’t know if Claira stays to hear it.

When I pop my head out, the maid is gone. I don’t know what her problem is with me, but I’m happy to avoid her whenever possible. She’s disrespectful.

I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then find some clothes. I never know what to wear in this house. They all dress so smart, but I don’t really go anywhere. I pull on my favorite blue jeans, a white blouse, and a cream cashmere sweater. I add a plain gold necklace and stud earrings. A hint of makeup completes the look.

As I approach the dining room, a woman arrives from the other side. She smiles at me as we meet by the door.

“Good morning, Aria. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Giulia Morelli.” She holds out her hand, and I shake it. Her grip is firm and warm.

“Nice to meet you, Giulia,” I reply, a little taken aback by this gorgeous and outgoing young woman. She has her brothers’ dark hair, but her eyes are lighter, kinder, and intelligent. She has a body to kill for, dressed in what I guess are designer clothes.

“How was your night?” Giulia asks.

It’s a simple enough question, and one that anyone would ask in the morning, but I immediately blush. I can’t get what happened last night out of my head. Franco’s cock hovers in my memory, and I clear my throat before I can answer her.

“Fine, just fine. Are you going to breakfast?”

Guilia hooks her arm through mine. “Yes, come on. I’m sure Franco is waiting. I’m so happy you’re here. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.”

I want to groan at her enthusiasm, but Giulia pulls me along through the white double doors into the spacious dining room. Franco is already seated at the long table, reading something on his phone. He sets it down as we enter and smiles at us.

“About time. I’m starving,” he says, his eyes on me.

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