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"You're even more beautiful like this. Full of my cum, lips glossy with it. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
His words ignited a fresh wave of arousal within me. The way he stared at me, eyes filled with awe, only made me want more of him, all of him.
"How long before you're ready for round three?" I asked.
He gifted me his signature wicked smirk. "Give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready to fill that pretty pussy with my cum. Will it overflow as beautifully as your mouth did?"
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to stare away from his eyes.
“Good,” he rasped as he stroked my lips with his thumb. “After I fuck you, I want to watch my cum leak from you. Can I do that, Ms. Adams?”
I shivered. This man had a way with words. And I was ready for him to have his way with me. All night long. So I nodded, willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me.
CHAPTER NINE
STEFANIE
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“STAND UP, BEAUTIFUL. Let me undress you,” Julian told me. “I want to see you naked.”
Yes, sir. Mr. Cattaneo.I rose slowly, knees aching slightly from kneeling for so long. However, my body buzzed with anticipation of what was to come next. Julian remained kneeling, hands brushing lightly over my legs as he dusted off my knees.
His palms grazed my thighs, moving upward until his fingers reached the hem of my dress. He inched the fabric upward, bunching it over my hips, revealing the lacy panties underneath.
I expected him to pull them down in a rush. He didn’t. Instead, he just stared at me, gaze roaming over me as if every inch of exposed skin deserved his full attention. His hands slid down my legs, over my calves, then back up, grazing the back of my thighs.
I felt his fingertips moving higher until his palms were roaming over the curve of my ass. His hands slid along my hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of my panties. I felt them peel away from my skin, moving over my curves, dragging down my thighs, over my knees, until they pooled at my feet.
I stepped out of them without a word. He was at eye level with my pussy now, and he was staring at her like he was hungry for another taste of her. That quiet intensity in his eyes made me feel like I was the only woman who had ever existed for this man.
His gaze flicked up, catching mine. I didn’t look away. I didn’t even blink. I couldn’t. I, Stefanie Adams, was mesmerized by Julian Cattaneo. He rose slowly until he was towering over me again.
Once upright, he didn’t touch me immediately. He just stared, eyes drinking me in. Then, with both hands, he gripped the hem of my dress, lifting it inch by inch, his knuckles brushing my sides as the material slid upward.
His touch was careful, reverent. Like he was unwrapping something valuable, something he couldn’t risk breaking. I stood perfectly still, letting him unwrap his gift. Letting him see all of me.
