Page 52 of Scandalous Contract
“It’s yours,” I breathed, orgasm approaching, driving away every last bit of my sanity.
“This is your punishment, baby,” he groaned. “And your reward.”
He pulled me back onto him, fucking me from behind while I held on tight to the sheets, every movement of his hips pushing me higher. The sting from the spanking still burned under the heat of his thrusts.
Pleasure on top of pain, on top of pleasure. I swear there was only so much a girl could take, and this man was pushing me to my limits. A low moan escaped me as he thrust harder, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me.
His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled out and shoved into me again, the sound of skin slapping against skin drowning out my moans as he fucked me harder and faster. The pleasure rose, fireworks sparking all over my body.
The combination of his dominance and the raw pleasure he delivered left me utterly undone, surrendering to the intoxicating rhythm he set. My moans filled the room, his name leaving my mouth over and over.
“Julian. Julian. Julian. Fuck, Julian!”
“Mine,” he groaned as he fucked me harder.
I didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. Not ever. I was so close. So damn close. And I knew he was too. His hips bucked against me. My ass jiggled. He groaned my name and drilled me harder. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a cry, I came, creaming all over his cock, body shuddering, pussy clutching his cock tightly. His hands were at my shoulders now as he continued to buck into me, the wet sounds of our arousal filling the air.
He was moaning something about my pussy feeling so good, about how it belonged to him. But I was too far gone to process any of it. His body jerked, and then his cum filled me. The strength in my arms finally gave out, and I sank onto the mattress.
He followed me down, still thrusting into me as he rode the wave of pleasure. He pressed kisses to my shoulders as aftershocks rocked our still-joined bodies. My eyes were closed, chest heaving. I felt his lips against my cheek.
“Sweet, Stefanie,” he whispered. “I’m addicted. To this pussy. To your presence. I just can’t get enough of you.” His arms slid underneath my body, and he held me close.
The sane part of me had been fucked to sleep. So, there was no part of me awake to tell him that I wasn’t someone he could become addicted to. I remained silent as he trailed kisses over my cheek, neck, and shoulder.
The desire this man felt for me was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. The coffee and breakfast were long forgotten. So was the averted crisis. For now, I was letting myself be selfish. No, I wouldn’t call it selfish. I’d call it self-focused. Self-care. Self-love.
I let myself want. I let Julian Cattaneo give me everything he had. I let myself indulge in my addiction. Guilt could wait. Right now, all I cared about was how good it felt to be wanted this damn much.
After another round of filthy sex, we showered, then reheated our food and coffee and ate in bed while watching the local news. We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Around two pm, Julian woke me up and told me he was returning to his hotel room to get some clothes.
He didn’t ask. He told me. I wanted to point that out, but I held my tongue. Why? Because I wanted him to return. I tried not to overthink things. He was on vacation. So was I. There was nothing wrong with us spending a little time together.
While he was gone, I washed the sheets and replaced them with a new set from the closet. I combed my hair into a high ponytail and dressed in black booty shorts and a Tupac t-shirt that read:All Eyez On Me.
When Julian returned, I was seated on the living room couch with a blanket draped over my legs, watching a movie. The first thing I noticed when I let him in was that he’d changed into a pair of light gray jogging pants, gray and black Nikes, and a dark gray t-shirt.
I swear this man could look sexy in anything. The second thing I noticed was the large black suitcase he had with him. I held in my smile. My eyes went wide when I realized he’d brought Chinese food. Yum.
I locked the door behind him and took the food from him. I headed to the kitchen while he headed to the bedroom with his suitcase. I didn’t want to mention how domestic we were behaving after having only known each other for twenty-four hours.
If I thought about it too hard, I’d start to overthink things and end up asking him to leave. So, I went with the flow, opening up the bag that contained our containers to see what he’d brought us. He’d gotten us both the same thing, and to my surprise, it was one of my favorites.
“I hope you like what I brought,” he said, entering the kitchen, shoes off.
I stared down at his socks. This man had really made himself at home.Red flag.Yet, I ignored it with my temporarily colorblind ass.
“I love what you brought us. It’s one of my favs.”
“Great,” he murmured before kissing me on my cheek.
He pulled back a chair and nodded for me to sit down. “I’ll handle this,” he told me.
Sitting down, I watched him separate the food and the drinks. He placed a pair of chopsticks on top of my container.
“I need a fork,” I told him. “I’m not good with chopsticks.”
