Page 29 of Scandalous Contract
"Oh, fuck!"
I clenched around him, my thighs trying to close, but his free hand kept me spread open. I was helpless, exposed, completely at his mercy. And I fucking loved it! He fucked me with his fingers, going deep, fast, as I cried out his name.
His tongue never faltered, flicking, sucking, his lips sealing around my clit with just enough pressure to have my body spiraling. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I couldn’t even fucking hear.
No, I take that back. I could breathe. I could think. I could hear. With every breath I took, I breathed in Julian and the scent of my arousal. My every thought was consumed by Julian and what he was doing to me.
The sound of my moans and his groans as he feasted on me was the only thing I heard. My hands fisted in his hair, tugging harder than I meant to, but he only groaned, his fingers fucking me deeper, his tongue working me harder.
I was falling apart, unraveling against his mouth. I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. Why the fuck was I holding out anyway? We had all night. Julian Cattaneo belonged to me tonight.
"Let go," he murmured against me, his voice low, rough, a sinful vibration against my clit. "Come for me."
I did. My body shattered, pleasure ripping through me in violent, uncontrollable waves. A loud, helpless moan spilled from my lips as the orgasm tore through me, dragging me under, drowning me in its intensity.
My thighs shook, my walls spasming around his fingers as I rocked against his mouth, riding it out, letting him pull every last tremor from my body. And he didn’t stop. He licked me through it, sucking gently, prolonging the pleasure, letting me feel every last pulse of my orgasm until I was whimpering from the sensitivity, thighs twitching.
I couldn’t even think straight. My body was still humming, still throbbing in the best way. My grip loosened in his hair, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Finally, he pulled back, his fingers sliding out of me as he pressed one last kiss against my throbbing clit.
I groaned, barely able to lift my head, my limbs completely useless. Julian sat back, my leg still on his shoulder, his jaw slick with my arousal, his tongue darting out licking my juices from his lips.
His gaze flicked up to mine, those dark eyes burning with satisfaction. I swallowed hard, my pulse still racing.
His smirk was pure sin. “I hope you don’t think we’re done. I plan to keep you coming all night, Ms. Adams. Is that okay with you?”
Unable to speak, all I could do was nod. Julian reached over to the passenger seat, fingers closing around the lace fabric of my panties. His dark eyes flickered up to mine as he held them between his fingers, and something about the way he looked at me, so smug, so satisfied, sent another pulse of heat straight through me.
I felt like Cinderella, except instead of slipping a glass slipper onto my foot, he was slipping my panties back onto me. And instead of a prince, I had a man with a wicked mouth and a filthy tongue that had just ruined me in the best way possible.
He tapped my ankle lightly, signaling me to lift my leg. I obeyed without hesitation, watching as he slid the panties over one foot, then the other. His hands skimmed up my calves and over my knees, dragging the fabric up my thighs with agonizing tenderness.
Something about this was too intimate. But I didn’t tell him to stop. I let him take care of me, let him own this moment. Once he was done, he pulled my dress back into place and helped me sit up.
Without a word, he opened the back door and stepped out, facing away from me. I watched as he adjusted himself, rolling his shoulders and brushing his pants off. Then he turned to me, and I saw that cock standing at attention.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on that thing. A thrill shot through me when he reached for my hand and helped me out of the car. The night air was still crisp, still cool against my flushed skin.
Julian didn’t let go of me right away. Instead, he took a second to smooth my dress down, his palms skimming over my hips. Once satisfied, he turned and opened the front passenger door for me, gesturing for me to get in.
How could he be so damn gentlemanly after what he’d just done to me? I smirked and slid into the seat, watching as he leaned in and reached for my seatbelt again. This time, I didn’t bother moving to grab it myself.
I just sat there, waiting and letting him take care of me. As he clicked the buckle into place, I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his ear.
“If you behave and keep your eyes on the road, I promise to return the favor as you drive,” I whispered, letting my lips barely graze his earlobe.
His reaction was instant. A sharp inhale, a flicker of heat behind his eyes, the subtle clench of his jaw. His fingers twitched where they rested at my waist. He exhaled through his nose before releasing a husky chuckle.
“I’ll behave. I promise.” His voice was rough, but the teasing edge remained. His thumb brushed along the fabric of my dress, just below my ribcage. “But you don’t have to return the favor as I drive. I can wait until we get to your place so I can fuck your throat properly.”
Well, damn.The filthiness of his words, the naughtiness in his tone, and the sheer cockiness he exuded made this man irresistible. His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in, his mouth grazing the corner of mine.
“However, I will accept a kiss in advance for my good behavior.”
Before I could process what was happening, his hand slid into my curls, gripping just enough to tilt my head back. His mouth crashed against mine, claiming, demanding, owning. The moment his tongue swept between my lips, my entire body ignited.
He kissed me like he was trying to ruin me. Like he wanted me breathless, shattered, begging for more. His grip tightened in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me, his other hand pressing into my waist.
He kissed the same way he ate pussy, erotic and sensual as hell. He wasn’t in a hurry, he was savoring this, making me feel every second of it. I moaned into him, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt, holding on for dear life.
