Page 128 of Scandalous Contract
“If you keep looking at me like that,” he murmured. “I’m going to think you love me back, sweet Stefanie.”
Before I could throw out a witty retort, the muscles in his abdomen flexed, and the words got stuck in my throat.
“Open those legs for me, Stefanie,” he told me, voice filled with hunger. “Let me see what’s mine.”
My thighs parted on instinct, my glistening pussy eager to show him just how wet she was for him. He made a sound low in his throat, something between a groan and a growl. I wasn’t sure which, but it made me gush for him even more.
And then he leaned down and lifted me like I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest as he turned and sat us both down on the couch. My knees straddled his lap, thighs spread wide across him. My pussy was now pressed against the hard line of his cock, heat to heat, silk to steel.
“I’ve missed you like this,” he murmured, hands trailing up my back. “Naked and wet for me.”
“I’ve missed...”
The words caught in my throat because his hand had slipped between us. Two fingers parted me, sliding through my soaked folds.
“What were you about to say love?” he whispered, thumb rubbing over my clit.
“I-I’ve missed this too,” I stuttered, my voice already shaking.
“Not as much as I missed you. Let me show you how much I’ve missed my sweet Stefanie,” he murmured, his mouth finding the curve of my neck, nipping lightly, then kissing lower.
I braced my hands on his shoulders as he slid a finger inside me, moving slowly, curling it just right.
“Damn, baby,” he murmured against my neck. “You’re dripping wet. This pussy is hungry for me.”
A second finger pushed in, stretching me. My back arched, nails biting into his shoulders.
“Julian,” I whimpered.
“Shhhh. Let me hear how wet you are,” he rasped, sliding his fingers out slowly, then pushing them in, only to slide them out again.
“You hear that?” he asked as he fingered me. “You hear how wet that pussy is for me?”
I could hear it. My pussy was snitching, telling him how much we’d missed him by making sluicing sounds as he increased his pace, fingering me faster.
“You’re soaking my fucking hand, baby. This pussy missed me, didn’t she?”
I couldn’t lie. I didn’twantto. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“That’s it,” he growled. “Open up for me. Let me stretch this pussy before I give you what you’re begging for.”
I bucked against his fingers as he pushed them in and out of me, playing me like I was an instrument he’d fine-tuned himself. My eyes drifted shut, and I moaned his name as the pleasure unfurled within me.
Then he withdrew his fingers, and I nearly cried out at the loss. I opened my eyes. My breath caught in my throat when he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked away the juices that coated them.
His eyes drifted shut for a second. “Still the best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.”
I whimpered, unable to hide how badly I needed him. All of him.
“Julian...”
“I know what you need, baby. I’m about to give you more.”
He didn’t waste time. He gripped my hips, angling me just right. Holding onto his shoulders, I leaned back, thighs spread wide as he gripped his cock. I felt him there, hard and thick, pressing at my entrance.
I was ready, more than ready. I was so wet I was pretty sure I was dripping onto his thighs. I stared down, wanting to see his cock knocking at my door. My breath stuttered at the sight of him rubbing the thick crown of his cock between my folds, coating the tip in my essence. My pussy clenched, already aching to be filled.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
