Page 76 of Scandalous Contract
CHAPTER NINETEEN
JULIAN
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THAT NIGHT, I FELLasleep with Stefanie on my brain. It’s no surprise that I ended up dreaming about her. Filthy dreams. Erotic dreams. Dreams that left me shaken even after I woke up drenched in sweat, chest heaving.
My cock was rock fucking hard, and my heart was pounding like I had just gone round after round with the woman I craved. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, frustrated because what I dreamed hadn’t been real.
It had sure as hell felt real, though. In my dream, I’d felt her breath on my skin, her nails in my back, her mouth around my cock. Her moans had echoed through my room as I’d pleasured her inthishouse, inthisbed,ourhouse,ourbed.
“Fuck.”
I looked down. My dick strained against my boxers like it was trying to rip through them. I slid my hand into the slit of my boxers, wrapping my fingers around my cock. Fuck! The tip was already wet, leaking precum, all thanks to Dream-Stefanie.
Though, I’d rather have the real deal, tonight, my hand would have to do. Closing my eyes, I worked my length slowly while thinking of my Spring Break with Stefanie. I could still hear her in my head.
I could still picture the look on her face when she released that first breathless moan as I pushed inside her, going deep. I remembered everything about those nights. Her gasps. Her groans. The way she whimpered my name.
The way her pussy clutched me like it never wanted to let me go.Shit!I needed her. I gripped my cock tighter and pumped it faster, matching the rhythm I’d moved in when I fucked her that night.
“Stefanie...” I groaned.
My hips jerked off the bed, chasing that same pleasure, already knowing it wouldn’t be the exact same but desperately wanting it to be. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted to feel it spill out as I soaked in her juices.
My body bucked, my breath coming in harsh pants as I fucked my palm. I imagined her mouth on my cock instead of my hand. I pictured myself gripping her hair as I fucked her throat until she gagged on my cum.
And even then, my sweet Stefanie would crave more and swallow it all with no complaint. Tension coiled through my body as my jaw clenched tight and the muscles in my abdomen locked down.
I was about to come.Hard. I rocked into my palm, my body shuddering as my orgasm slammed into me.
“Fuck,” I hissed, spilling onto my hand, making a mess, just like I’d made a mess in Stefanie’s mouth and pussy.
My body jerked as I continued stroking myself until I’d wrung every drop from me. Catching my breath, I lay there, staring up at the ceiling. My cock twitched like it wanted more. But more of my palm wasn’t what I needed.
I neededher. This shit with the Clarks had to end fast. I needed to be free of it all so I could go to her. Be with her. Touch her. Cherish her. Because I didn’t know how many more nights of this I could take.
Once I finally caught my breath, I climbed out of my bed and cleaned up the mess I’d made. I changed my boxers and headed to the living room to watch some television. The couch was where I fell asleep, only to dream about Stefanie again.
My mind, heart, and body were trying to tell me something. But it wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know. I needed Stefanie Adams. She was my addiction. And if I didn’t have her soon, I’d go through withdrawals.
I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t be good for anyone.
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THE NEXT MORNING, Iwent to the office early, determined to get some work done and catch up on all the paperwork I didn’t get to yesterday. I clicked my pen and started going through them, one sheet at a time, while also checking their digital copies.
