Page 35 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“Every part of you is beautiful,” he groaned as if reading her mind. “Every part of you is mine.”

Again, he was working his magic. This time, with words. Her self-conscious feeling melted away. His hand inched lower until he reached her clit. One rub from his thumb against her tiny bud had her thighs trembling.

It didn’t take much to make her pleasure-starved body beg for more. And beg, she did. When he lifted his thumb from her clit, she followed with her hips, yearning for him to continue touching her there.

“Please,” she whispered.

He thrust into her, pinning her body to the bed as he slid his hand underneath her to cup her ass. With one hand under herbottom and the other behind her head, he held her steady as he shoved into her.

Monique forgot all about the clit massage she’d been yearning for mere seconds ago. Now, all she wanted was for him to keep pounding her body the way he was. Her arms slid around his large body, holding him close as their sweaty bodies rubbed together.

He lowered his forehead to hers and groaned, “This pussy feels so good.”

“Your dick feels so good,” Monique whispered.

“Rosa,” he groaned, lowering his head to her shoulder to kiss her there.

Her whispered words set off a fire inside of him. He thrust harder, diving deeper into her, pushing her closer to the edge of insanity. Once the onslaught began, it didn’t stop. Monique struggled to catch her breath as he fucked her.

He was touching all those hard-to-reach places that her ex hadn’t been able to locate. But she couldn’t fault Trevor. The poor man hadn’t had the right tools to find the places Orazio was reaching. Trevor hadn’t been working with the right equipment.

She’d thought the G-spot was a myth, something out of fairytales, like unicorns and leprechauns. She was now proof that the elusive G-spot existed because Orazio was stroking it right now.

Her body jerked and thrashed uncontrollably. He held onto her as she trembled in his arms. She tried to hold her groans in. With the way he was stroking her, that was impossible. Monique cried out, calling out his name. Through it all, he kept thrusting.

And she kept screaming his name, over and over again, until she was sure everyone in the hotel heard her. She didn’t care. She wasn’t ashamed. She’d never be ashamed of what she was experiencing with Orazio. His hand tightened in her hair as hegripped her ass. She felt him tremble. That pushed her over the edge.

The most powerful orgasm in the history of orgasms hit her. Her pussy squeezed him tighter as her orgasm rocked her body. She shuddered uncontrollably as her pussy convulsed around his length.

“Fuck,” he growled, then bit into her shoulder as his juices flooded her heat.

He kept bucking, pushing into her. Together, their bodies trembled as they rode the wave of pleasure. They were in their own little world where nothing else existed, only her and him. They clung to each other as their moans and groans filled the air.

Her orgasm was so powerful that she feared her body would never be able to handle mediocre dick again. Closing her eyes, Monique rode the wave of pleasure, allowing it to carry her away.

It was a long time before their bodies ceased shaking. An even longer time before their breathing returned to normal. Once the aftershocks ceased quaking their bodies, Orazio pulled out of her but didn’t move away.

Opening her eyes, Monique stared up at the ceiling as Orazio continued pressing kisses to her shoulder and neck. Her arms were still wrapped around him. She was waiting for an awkward feeling to overcome her.

It hadn’t come yet. Monique smiled. She wasn’t ashamed of herself. She’d feared she’d feel ashamed after the fact. She was wrong. She felt good about herself and what she’d done.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

After pressing another kiss to her shoulder, he raised his head to peer down at her. Monique swallowed back happy tears as she met his gaze.

“I’ve never been thanked after sex before,” he told her before grinning.

“This was more than sex to me,” Monique admitted.

This was like therapy – a very pleasurable therapy session. His grin disappeared, and his next words surprised her.

“This was more than sex to me, too,” he told her, leaving her speechless.

He looked serious. She didn’t know how to reply to that, so she remained silent. Unable to hold his gaze, she was the first to look away. He leaned closer to press a kiss to her forehead before resting his forehead against hers.

Silence engulfed them. But it was a comfortable silence. Neither of them was in a rush to move. It felt good being in his embrace. Too good. And that scared her. What scared her more was that she wasn’t ready to leave yet.

She wanted to spend more time with Orazio Cattaneo. Her battered heart was confusing good sex with love. No, love was too strong of a word. Her heart was making her believe she held a special affection for Orazio just because the sex was good.

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