Page 28 of Scandalous Contract
I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s a sexy way of telling me to shut up.”
“I don’t want you to be quiet.” His gaze dropped to my most intimate area. “I want to see just how loud you can get.”
Gush!I could already feel the heat pooling between my legs, my panties damp with arousal. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I was already aching for him. I swallowed, heart hammering as his fingers brushed against my knee and traced a slow, torturous path up the inside of my thigh.
His touch had my stomach tightening, anticipation coiling through my body like a slow, burning fuse. I was going to try my best not to explode too quickly. He reached the hem of my dress and pushed it higher.
Cool air drifted over my skin as his fingers hooked into my panties. He dragged them down. Moving slowly. Watching me as I watched him. I lifted my hips without thinking, letting him pull them over my hips and bottom, then down my legs.
The fabric slid over my ankles, and then they were off. He turned to the side and tossed them on the front passenger seat before returning his gaze to me. I felt exposed in the most delicious way.
I knew what he saw when he stared down there. My girl was waxed, not a hair in sight. Just how I liked her. And I was sure she was already glistening for him. The look in his eyes let me know he liked what he saw. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her.
His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. That simple gesture had my pussy clenching air, wishing it was his tongue. Julian must be fluent inpussy-nesebecause he knew exactly what my body was saying.
“This pussy has been calling my name all night,” he murmured, his fingers sliding up my thigh, inching oh so close to the spot that was begging for his attention.
Still kneeling, he leaned forward, his breath wafting over my skin. A shudder rippled through me when he pressed his lips to my inner thigh. Soft. Warm. A promise of what was coming. He peppered my inner thigh with kisses, moving closer and closer to my sweet spot.
He wasn’t in a rush. His lips traveled slowly, kissing, sucking, nibbling his way to my center, every inch of my skin marked by his mouth. My pulse thundered, my clit throbbed, and my hips shifted as I squirmed against the seat.
“Stefanie,” he murmured, lips brushing so close to my pussy I could feel the heat of him there.
“Yes,” I breathed, fighting the urge to push myself forward and grind against his mouth.
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place. “Try not to cum too fast,” he murmured. “I’m a slow eater. And I want to savor every bite before I lick the plate clean.”
Gush! Motherfucking gush!
I nearly came just from that. I opened my mouth to fire off something sassy, but the first stroke of his tongue stole every word from my brain. Though I’d known what was coming, I hadn’t been prepared for how good it felt.
A sound I didn’t recognize slipped out of me as he slid his tongue between my folds, teasing my slit before flicking the very tip over my clit. I felt it everywhere. I gasped, head pressing into the seat, legs trembling as he did it again, slower, firmer this time.
My thighs tried to clamp around his head, but his grip tightened, spreading me wider, keeping me open for him. He licked through my folds, coating his tongue in my wetness, dragging it up, swirling over my clit oh so slowly.
Staring up at the roof, my fingers curled into the leather as pleasure shot through me, intense and insistent. I didn’t even try to hold in my moans. He’d told me to be vocal. So, I was. I moaned his name as his tongue teased my clit, wet and relentless.
“Fuck, Julian,” I gasped, my voice breaking.
My body was already betraying me, hips jerking, thighs tensing.Too soon.My mind screamed at me to hold back, to drag this out, to live in this moment as long as possible. But my body had other plans. I was close, oh so close.
Julian groaned, the sound vibrating against my pussy as his hands tightened around my thighs, spreading me as wide as he could, given our position. His grip was firm, making sure I couldn’t escape the onslaught of his tongue.
He didn’t rush. He savored me, enjoying this just as much as I was. His mouth played my pussy like an instrument, teasing slow circles around my clit before sucking it between his lips, applying just enough pressure to have my entire body arching off the seat.
The suction sent shockwaves of pleasure through my core, sudden and overwhelming. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I lifted my hips, grinding my pussy against his tongue. His groans reverberated against me, putting my vibrators to shame.
Then his tongue flattened, sliding through my slick folds, lapping up everything I gave him, drinking me in like he couldn’t get enough. He groaned low in his throat, the sound dark, hungry, like he was starving for me.
“Julian,” I whimpered, thighs trembling as his tongue worked me, ruined me, breaking me down, owning every part of me.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmured against me, his breath warm, his tongue flicking over my clit with slow, sensual strokes.
Every time he pressed against my swollen bundle of nerves, my stomach clenched, my thighs tensed, and my body begged for more. I was close, achingly close. My breaths came in gasps.
My legs trembled, my toes curling as heat coiled tighter inside me. He was relentless, keeping me on the edge, keeping me desperate. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me.
My breath hitched. My back arched off the seat, and a strangled moan ripped from my throat as his digits filled me. He didn’t tease, didn’t ease in, he gave me exactly what I needed, thrusting deep before curling his fingers against the spot that made my vision blur.
