Page 173 of Dangerous Contract: Part 2

Cas devoured her, eating her pussy from the back, his tongue exploring every wet, silken inch of her. He sucked on her clit, his hands splayed possessively over her hips, holding her in place as she squirmed, body trembling slightly.

“Meka,” he murmured, his breath hot against her soaked folds. “You taste so fucking good.”

Her hands gripped the sheets as she moaned his name, her voice high and breathless. He licked and sucked her, drinking her down as her juices coated his tongue. Her pussy was a gift that kept on giving.

The more he licked her, the more honey he was gifted. She trembled beneath him, her thighs quivering as her body gave in to him completely. When she came, it was with a cry that sent a thrill down his spine.

Her sweet, wet heat pulsed against his mouth, and he savored every drop, groaning as he licked her clean. Only when she ceased trembling did Cas move back. He positioned himself behind her, gripping his cock and rubbing the slick tip against her entrance.

“Ready, baby?” he asked.

“Always,” she moaned, her hips pushing back toward him, desperate for more.

With one powerful thrust, Cas buried himself inside her, groaning at the way her tight walls welcomed him. He didn’t hold back, gripping her hips as he set a hard, demanding rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her gasps and his guttural moans.

“You feel so fucking good,” he praised, his voice raw with emotion. “So perfect, Meka. So mine. All mine.”

“Cas,” she moaned, her voice shaking.

It was the only word she could manage, but it was enough. It was everything. He thrust harder, deeper, the intensity building as her cries grew louder. She fisted the sheets, pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Her body was made for him, and he worshiped every curve, every tremble, every breathless sound she made. He fucked her until a thin sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies until her groans sounded just as rough and animalistic as his.

He shoved into her sweet pussy until her walls convulsed around him, begging to be fed his cum. Her release hit her hard, her walls clenching around him as she cried out his name. The sensation sent him hurtling over the edge.

With one final, deep thrust, he spilled inside her, groaning her name, wishing this moment could last forever. He continued to push into her as he gave her what she needed, all of him. His body trembled with the force of his release, his arms wrapping around her as he held her close.

Carefully, he slipped out of her. He lay down on the bed and pulled her down beside him, wrapping her in his arms. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his lips brushing her forehead as she nestled against his chest.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion. “Thank you for being mine.”

She smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “I love you too, Cas. I was made for you. You were made for me. This love was planned before either of us was born. And nothing can destroy it. Nothing.”

Cas smiled, believing her. No matter what happened, no matter how hard things got, he knew he had a safe haven in Meka and she had one in him. Nothing could change that. They lay there in the quiet of their bedroom, their breaths evening out as sleep began to pull them under.

Cas held her close, his heart full, the chaos inside him quieted by the woman in his arms. The woman who owned him, body, heart, and soul. When he’d been lost to the dark depths of despair and on the verge of ending it all, God had sent him an angel.

And he’d worship her for the rest of their lives.

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JULIAN

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Julian sat in the dark, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as he stared at the cold cement floor. His mind should’ve been on work and the upcoming jobs his crew needed to work on. But it wasn’t. It was on her.Stefanie.

The woman he was in love with. The woman who wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The woman who enjoyed being fucked into oblivion but who wouldn’t give him her fucking heart. She kept pushing him away when things got too deep.

And just when he thought he’d convinced her that they could work, bullshit had entered their lives. Now, they were right back to square one. He was so tired of this shit. They’d been faced with obstacle after obstacle. But he’d overcome them all.

Yet, she still hit him with excuse after excuse.He was too young. Too reckless. Too tied to his crime family.That was just BS. His age didn’t matter, and she knew it. He was a grown-ass man with a career, real estate, and a bank account with enough zeros to keep them traveling around the world for the rest of their lives.

As for his bloodline, it wasn’t a threat to her. It was her best fucking protection. And as for reckless? He was a lot of things, but reckless with her?Never. He was serious as hell aboutStefanie. But no matter what he did, she wouldn’t let go of her fear of being judged by others for loving a younger man.

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his thumb against his knuckles as he went through every possible way to make her see reason – every way to break through those walls she kept stacking between them.

The only walls they needed in their lives were her pussy walls, which should be clutching his cock or tongue right now. As he tried to think of ways to repair their latest rift, the muffled cries of the man he had chained up in the Basement of his family’s casino sliced through his thoughts.

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