Page 35 of Scandalous Contract
He kissed me there before lifting his head to meet my gaze. His hands cupped my ass as he pressed his body against mine, his forehead resting against my forehead. I could feel his cock against me, hard and ready.
“Feel that?” he asked. His cock chose that moment to jerk against me.
I smiled. “It’s impossible not to,” I replied. “It would feel much better if it was inside me.”
His chuckle was low, deep, darkly sensual. I never knew such a sound existed until I was pulled into Julian Cattaneo’s orbit.
“Your wish is my command,” he practically growled, further arousing me.
I yelped when he squatted a bit and picked my thick ass up. The second Julian lifted me, I knew I was in trouble. His hands gripped my ass as he hoisted me against the door. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my heels pressing into the small of his back.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, unable to believe that he was really holding me up against the door. He lowered me a bit. And that’s when I felt it. His cock nudged against my entrance, the thick head teasing my slick folds.
Desire coiled tight in my belly. He pressed his body flush up against me, and I was truly caught between a rock and a hard place. But there was nowhere else I’d rather be. One hand slid down, and then I felt his fingers rubbing along my slick folds.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping wet for me.”
“Yes,” I gasped, nails biting into his shoulders as he teased me with his fingers, parting my wet lips.
His hips thrust slightly, his cock seeking entrance. The tip replaced his fingers, easing into me, my pussy blooming around the crown of his cock. But then he stopped and eased back a little.
“Julian,” I whimpered.
“You want all of this thick cock in that tight pussy?” His lips brushed my ear, his voice sinfully dark as he eased into me again, not giving me more than just the tip.
“Yes,” I whispered, pussy hungry for more of his cock, every hard inch.
He eased in a little deeper, sending tendrils of pleasure spreading all over my body.
“How bad do you want this cock?” he rasped, lifting me higher while easing out of me a little.
“I want it so bad,” I told him, desperate to have him fill me.
He lowered me onto his cock, still teasing me, not giving me all of him. This man was strong. He could probably keep me teetering on the tip of his length all night. But I couldn’t handle the teasing. I needed to be fucked.
“Please, Julian,” I begged, not feeling the least bit ashamed.
“Say that again,” he growled, lowering me onto more of his huge cock.
“Please, Julian,” I whispered.
“One more time for me, baby.” He eased more of that hard dick into me.
At this point, I was ready to do or say anything this man asked of me. I was completely dickmatized. I was in a dick-trance. Dick-combobulated!
“Please, Julian,” I groaned.
With a growl, he thrust up hard, driving into me in one brutal stroke. My head slammed back against the door with a soft thud as my mouth fell open in a soundless gasp. He filled me completely, every thick, throbbing inch of him stretching me to the point of pain-laced pleasure.
“Fuck... Julian,” I choked out, thighs trembling.
“Shit, Stefanie.” His head dropped to the curve of my neck, mouth brushing my skin as he stilled inside me, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him.
His body trembled as he held himself back. His cock throbbed, pulsing deep, and I swore I could feel him stretching me even wider with every heartbeat. That was impossible, right? Right? My mind had to be playing tricks on me. But I swore this man was growing even harder inside of me. Julian Cattaneo was truly the man of steel.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. His hips flexed, cock pushing deeper as my walls spasmed around him. “So damn tight.”
I whimpered, arms tightening around his neck as his hands gripped my ass harder. His lips brushed my ear.
