Page 32 of Scandalous Contract
Refusing to show him mercy, I sucked him in slow, inch by inch, stretching my lips around him, feeling my jaw ache and my eyes water. But I didn’t stop. My tongue laved over the ridge of his tip, my hand stroking what I couldn’t fit yet.
All the while, I kept my gaze locked with his, watching his lips part on a ragged breath as he sank deeper and deeper into my mouth. I gagged around him, my throat tightening as I swallowed.
“Fuck, Stefanie...” he rasped, voice hoarse.
I knew a little of his self-control had been chipped away when his fingers found my hair, threading through my curls, gripping them tightly. But he didn’t thrust into my mouth. He let me work him at my own pace, let me get used to his size.
Hollowing my cheeks, I took him as deep as I could, tongue swirling around the tip before easing him out and swallowing him down again. His abs contracted, his thighs flexed under my hands as I took my time, letting my mouth adjust to his size.
The way his body responded only made me hungrier to please him. I could feel just how much he was holding back, and it turned me on even more. I won’t lie, I knew the corners of my lips were going to be sore in the morning.No pain, no gain.
I bobbed my head, slow at first, then faster, easing him out until just the tip rested against my lips, tongue flicking the slit. Then I sank my mouth onto him again, all the way down, until his cock damn near filled my throat.
I heard his breath stutter and felt his cock twitch against my tongue, the heavy throb of need pulsing through every inch. The first taste of his precum hit my tongue: salty, heady, and addictive.
I moaned around him, the vibrations teasing his cock. That was his breaking point. His hips jerked, and his grip on my hair tightened. His other hand slapped against the door behind me. And then he lost his fucking mind.
With a low groan, he thrust forward, pushing deeper, the thick crown of his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me choke on his length. But I didn’t stop. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away.
I kept sucking as he did what he’d promised; fucked my throat properly. My eyes watered more as I dropped my hands to my sides, surrendering completely. He was relentless now, pumping into my mouth, jaw clenched, chest heaving above me.
I took it all, let him use me, his groans growing louder, more desperate, more savage. He pulled back and thrust into my mouth again. Then again. And again. His moans grew rougher, louder with each thrust.
His eyes snapped shut, and he tilted his head back as he shoved into the warmth of my mouth. And I took it all. I wanted it all. I let him fuck my throat raw without holding back. The sound of wet, messy sucking filled the space between us.
Saliva dripped down my chin, my body on fire as he groaned, each sound making my pussy throb. Just as Julian lowered his head, hungry gaze returning to me, I reached between my thighs, pressing my fingers against my clit.
Needing some kind of relief, I massaged my clit as I sucked him off. His breathing was ragged. His rhythm stuttered, thrusts becoming chaotic. He shoved into my mouth harder, faster, hand trembling where he gripped my hair.
I fingered my clit faster when he dropped his other hand to my curls and lowered his forehead to the front door. Both hands gripped my hair now, tight, possessive, holding me still, his thrusts turning savage.
He was spiraling, orgasm quickly approaching, and I was hungry for the first splash of it against my tongue. My mouth was already slick with precum. I was ready for it to overflow with his essence.
His eyes were wild with lust, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. And then he growled two words that made me cum instantly.
“Swallow it.”
And I did. My orgasm slammed into me hard, my body jerking as his release hit the back of my throat: hot, thick, endless. I swallowed him down, moaning as I did, his cock still twitching on my tongue. His muscles locked, his entire body trembling as he groaned my name.
“Fuck, Stefanie,” he rasped, cock still pulsing while his cum spilled past my lips and slid down my chin.
His abs tightened, every line of muscle flexing as he leaned into the door, body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. A rough, guttural groan left his lips as he thrust deep one last time, letting me milk him dry.
Though his fingers loosened in my hair, his eyes remained dark and dazed, never straying from mine. He watched as his orgasm leaked from the corner of my mouth and dripped down my chin. I let it.
I wanted him to see what he’d done to me. I wanted him to see the mess he’d made. He held my head in place for a few more seconds, aftershocks causing his body to quake sporadically and causing his cock to twitch against my tongue.
Then the quakes stopped, and he stood there, not moving, just breathing hard as his body came down from the high. When he finally pulled out, it was slow, wet, and messy. His cock glistened with spit and the last remnants of his orgasm.
It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. He sank to his knees in front of me, his chest still rising and falling hard. Though we were both kneeling, I still had to stare up at him. I didn’t break eye contact. I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by this man.
“You kept your promise,” I whispered, my voice low.
He reached out and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, dragging it down to my chin to collect the drops that had escaped.
“I’ll always keep my promises to you,” he vowed, bringing his finger, now coated with his essence, to my lips.
Without breaking eye contact, I parted them, sucking his finger clean, savoring the taste of him. He watched, eyes filled with lust. His gaze burned into me as he repeated the action, wiping away every trace of his release and feeding it to me. I swallowed eagerly, a weird satisfaction coursing through me with each swallow.
