Page 34 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

Her eyes popped open. “Huh?”

He grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock. Her fingers wrapped around his rock-hard length.Damn, he’s big.

“I told you it’s yours, and you’re in charge. If you want it, put it in,” he told her.

He was leaving the choice in her hands, literally. She had abigdecision to make. To put it in or to turn over and go to sleep? Sleep? That’s what she’d done every night for the past few months – sleep and cry.

Monique stared up at Orazio. His jaw was clenched as he awaited her decision. It was time to put him out of his misery. She stroked his cock. His eyes drifted shut as he pushed into her grasp.

With her decision made, she parted her legs wider and guided him toward her center. He trembled when she rubbed his tip between her wet lips. Then she poised him at her entrance before removing her hand.

They both gasped when Monique lifted her hips, causing his cock to slide into her. She lowered her hips, then raised them again, taking him in deeper. She dropped her hips again and was about to repeat her actions. However, Orazio had other plans.

He shoved into her with a force that caused the bed to rock. Another gasp escaped Monique as he filled her, stretching her inthe most delicious way. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder before whispering the sexiest words she’d ever heard in her ear.

“I hope you’re ready, sweet Rose. Because I’m going to fuck you all night.”

Chapter Seven

MONIQUE

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She’d never been dicked down this good in her entire life. Monique hadn’t known her body could experience half the things it was experiencing right now. Neither had she known her body could move or be bent into the positions Orazio Cattaneo had put her in.

Either he was a magician, or she was more flexible than she’d thought. The latter was more believable. So, she’d go with that one. But she had to give Orazio his props. This man was teaching her things no romance book or porn film had ever shown her.

It wasn’t only his moves that surprised her. The sounds he made as he fucked her turned her on even more. Was he a man or some type of sex beast? Perhaps a sex god. Each time he growled her name, she worked her hips faster, wanting him to say it again. She wanted him to get so worked up that words failed him, and the only thing he could do was moan her name.

“Damn, La mia Rosa.”

Damn, he’d done it again. Her heat grew slicker as a surge of arousal caused her walls to tighten around his cock. The act pulled another groan from Orazio. If she could, she’d freeze time so they could stay in this moment forever. Because of Orazio, she found herself wishing she’d gotten divorced much sooner.

Hell, she wished she was the one who’d filed for it. She could barely believe there was this type of dick out there in the world – good dick, high-quality dick, grade-A cock. Yet, she’d spent her best years dealing with a low-grade dick, a dick that wasn’t up to code, a dick that could barely function.

The type of dick that forced women to hide in the shower to touch themselves after sex. She wasn’t going to have to do that this time, not with Orazio. He had the type of dick that made you sleep in.

It left you too tired to think about anything other than recuperating. This was the type of dick that made women lose their minds and fight other women. The type of dick that made a chick give a man her entire tax return.

This was the type of dick that made women date men who they knew weren’t going anywhere in life. But they firmly believed they could change those men. Because if the dick was that good, surely the man was good too.

This was the type of dick she’d been missing all her life. And though this was the type of dick that changed lives, Monique wasn’t naive enough to believe it could change hers. She knew this type of dick was good for one thing, a distraction. And it was doing its job.

It was distracting the hell out of her. It was making her forget her woes and focus on nothing but the dick. She was thankful that she’d approached Orazio at the bar. And she was growing more thankful with each second that passed.

Their gazes met. Damn, this man was sexier when covered in a sheen of sweat. A moan escaped her when he placed her legs over his shoulder and placed one hand around her throat. He didn’t squeeze her neck. He just kept his hand there as he fucked her. She wrapped her hands around his wrist as he drilled her.

Lifting her hips, she met him thrust for thrust. The look on his face held her entranced. She didn’t have to guess whetheror not he was enjoying her. It was etched into his hungry expression. It was evident in his groans and the way he touched her.

This man was as enthralled by her pussy as she was by his dick. That made Monique want to jump for joy. Since she couldn’t jump at the moment, she made her pussy jump. Moving her hips faster, she fucked him back.

“Damn it, Rose,” Orazio groaned.

Removing her legs from his shoulders and his hand from her throat, he lowered his body to hers. Orazio trailed his hand up her body to cup her breast. Her hips jerked when he flicked his thumb over her nipple.

Her nipple had never felt so sensitive before, not even when she touched her own breasts. What type of spell was this man weaving over her flesh? And he wasn’t impervious to her reactions to his touch. She was pretty sure he’d expected it.

The proof was in the raspy chuckle that escaped him as his hand continued lower, rubbing over her stomach. Monique tensed, growing self-conscious about him touching her there. Even she didn’t like touching herself there.

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