Page 36 of Scandalous Contract
“You’re taking me so fucking well, baby.”
My pussy clenched at his words. He felt it. I knew he did because he groaned, and his grip tightened.
“You like that?” he murmured, tongue flicking over the shell of my ear. “You like hearing how good your pussy feels to me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, legs tightening around his waist. “Fuck, yes.”
He groaned low in his throat, his hands flexing against my ass. Then he pulled back a little before driving into me again, harder this time. Pleasure shot straight to my core as he repeated his actions, thrusting into me again and again, spearing me with that thick cock.
A symphony of skin slapping against skin filled the room as my back hit the door, and he fucked up into me with a rough, punishing rhythm.
"You’re taking me so fucking well, beautiful,” he rasped, his lips against my throat as his cock filled me. "This pussy was made for me. You were made for me, Stefanie."
My fingers tangled in his hair as my body jerked with the force of his thrusts, my back sliding against the smooth door. My walls squeezed him, slick and desperate, as he hit deeper with every snap of his hips.
“Julian, fuck, Julian,” I moaned.
“Hearing you moan my name makes me want to fuck you harder,” he groaned.
He proceeded to do just that, thrusting deep into me, touching a part of me that had never been touched before, awakening a side of me that I hadn’t known existed. The sounds of my moans were foreign to my ears. I’d never made these kinds of sounds because I’d never felt this type of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, hips driving into me with a brutal force. “You’re soaking my cock, baby, and I fucking love it.”
My pussy quivered, pleasure fluttering over every inch of me.
“I can feel you squeezing me, love. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
I’d already lost my damn mind. I could barely breathe. Barely think. All I could do was feel. And these sensations I was feeling had me shuddering against the door. He pounded into me, every thrust sending waves of pleasure washing over me. My nails bit into his scalp. My thighs were shaking. I was unraveling fast.
“Ahhh, fuck,” he groaned. “That pussy is gripping me so tight. You’re about to come, aren’t you, baby?”
I couldn’t hide it. My body was spiraling, arousal spiking, desire overflowing.
“Be a good girl, and come on my cock.”
“Julian,” I gasped when he thrust deeper.
“You can take it,” he growled. “Give it to me, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
I came with a loud cry, my body arching against the door as my orgasm hit me hard and fast. My pussy clamped down on his cock, spasming around him, and he groaned, hips jerking as he fucked me through it.
“Fuck, Stefanie,” he gritted out. “That’s it. Just like that. Squeezing me so fucking tight. Soaking my cock. Keep coming, baby. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop. My body was still twitching, still shuddering, as he pulled back and drove up into me again. Normally, my orgasms lasted a few seconds, just long enough for me to release a couple of moans and then slowly come down from the brief high.
This was nothing like what I was used to. Seconds turned into a full-blown minute or two of me shuddering uncontrollably as he fucked me through the hardest orgasm of my life. I’d never experienced anything like this.
It was like an out-of-body experience. No, an out of this world experience. Out of this galaxy! The sloppy sounds my pussy was making would’ve been embarrassing if I wasn’t already so far gone. It took forever for me to cease shaking and for my eyes to open, my mouth to close, my moans to stop.
My breathing hadn’t yet returned to normal when he murmured, "I need to get you in bed so I can get deeper in this pussy."
Wait... there’s more?He hadn’t come? We weren’t done?Fuck!I didn’t know if my body could handle more. And how much deeper could he get? If he went any deeper, he’d be in my guts.
He didn’t pull out. He turned, still buried deep inside me, still holding me against him, and walked through the house with effortless strength. He was acting like I weighed nothing. My arms clung to his neck, and I felt his cock shift inside me with every step, each movement sparking another aftershock of pleasure.
“Which way?” he groaned.
“Right. The door should be open,” I whispered against his neck.
