Page 44 of Scandalous Contract
I faced him in my seat, crossing my legs so the front of the robe opened a bit, revealing my smooth brown thigh.
“I’m ready for you to feed me, sir,” I told him.
He licked his lips. My pussy clenched the air at the sight of his tongue. With his mug in one hand, he grabbed a plate from the counter and then walked my way. After placing both items on the table, he stood in front of me, staring down at me.
My gaze was eye level with the tent in his pants. I was ready for him to unleash that beast. I wanted to see it, to touch it, to lick it. Placing a finger under my chin, he lifted my head so I could stare up at him.
“You like calling me sir, huh, Ms. Adams?”
“The question is, do you like it when I call you sir?” I countered.
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s you.”
My pussy fluttered.
“We should hurry up and eat so I can hear you moansirwhile you ride my face,” he told me.
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled and then licked his sexy ass lips. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, talking more to himself than me.
Even so, I answered, “You can start by letting me have one taste of you before I eat my food.” My gaze dropped to the tent. “Just one lick...sir.”
The smile evaporated from his face. His fingers dropped to the front buttons of his pants. In less than five seconds, his cock was in my face, long, thick, hard. I started to lean forward, but Julian’s words stopped me.
“Relax, I’ll bring it to you.”
This fucking man!I stayed still as he came forward until the tip of his cock was inches from my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked the crown of his cock, loving the way it jerked against my tongue.
I opened my mouth wider, preparing to welcome him into my warmth, but Julian stepped away, taking my treat from me. My gaze jerked to his.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“You said one lick,” he told me while pushing his cock back into his boxers and zipping his pants up.
“But...” I started.
“No buts,” he told me. “I’ll give you whatever you ask for. So be sure you ask for what you really want.”
With that said, he returned to the counter to get his plate. I thought he’d move to the other end of the table and sit across from me.Nope. He pulled out the chair right next to me and sat down.
“Let’s eat,” he told me.
I stared down at my food, no longer interested in bacon and sausage. I wanted a different kind of meat.
“Are you pouting, Ms. Adams?” he asked.
I didn’t have to look at him to know he thought this was funny. I could hear the humor in his voice.
“You’re stingy,” I told him.
He chuckled. “How? You asked for one lick.”
I did, didn’t I?
