Page 15 of The Contract

He pulls away from me, and I release him with a pop.

“Scoot back and spread your legs, Trouble. Let me see what belongs to me.”

I smirk, one brow cocked, removing my heels and sliding myself back.

“Only for tonight,” I remind him.

“Even still. Mine.”

He nods once.

“But you have far too many clothes on, baby.”

He holds out his hand while the other strokes his long cock, and I can’t stop myself from watching.

Lifting my hips, I hook my thumbs under the thin straps and remove the black lace panties, giving them to him.

“Spread them.”

His heated gaze is fixed on my pussy as I open my legs wide, my hands splayed on my thighs, rubbing myself as he looks at me.

“So fucking beautiful.”

My panties move to his other hand. Then he wraps them around his cock, sliding them up his length.

He closes his eyes and drops his head back, stroking himself with my underwear.

“You’re already so fucking wet, and I haven’t even touched that sweet cunt yet.”

He lifts them to his nose, inhaling deeply, like it’s saving his life.

Holy shit.

This man is lethal.

“I can’t wait another second to taste you, Trouble.”

One knee hits the bed, then the other as he crawls to me, his warm mouth kissing and licking up my long legs until his nose runs up the slit of my pussy, his cock hanging out of his pants.

With a deep inhale and a growl, he looks at me.

My mouth parts, and I watch his tongue with rabid interest as he takes his time with the first lick.

Long.

Slow.

And fucking unbelievable.

“The sweetest troublemaker I’ve ever had.”

He licks again before rubbing two fingers between the lips of my cunt, spreading me.

His eyes never leave me, memorizing every inch before he utterly destroys me.

Licking turns to sucking.

“Oh my God.”

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