Page 159 of The Contract

The word is barely a breath.

She moans softly, the vibrations shooting straight through me.

“Yeah.”

Again, the word is meant for her.

Not for Marcus. Not for the fucking land survey. Not for any of the bullshit waiting outside this room.

Just for her.

And she knows it.

Her pace quickens, her tongue flicking along the sensitive underside before taking me deep, her throat flexing as she swallows around me.

My entire body is tense, heat pooling low in my spine, coiling tighter with every stroke of her mouth, every swirl of her tongue.

Marcus is still talking, oblivious, his voice a distant hum in my ear as Elena’s fingers tighten around my base, working me in a way that has my vision blurring.

I clench the sheets, trying like hell to keep my voice steady. “Understood,” I grind out, my free hand gripping her hair, guiding her faster, deeper.

I’m seconds away from losing it.

And then she hollows her cheeks, sucking me hard as her nails rake lightly down my thigh, her other hand squeezing my balls.

Gone.

Dead and fucking buried.

I snap.

With a strangled growl, I shove the phone into the pillow, cutting off whatever the fuck Marcus was saying as my hips jerk up, spilling deep into her throat.

Elena moans around me, swallowing every last drop like it’s her favorite fucking treat.

My chest heaves, my fingers flexing in her hair as she slowly licks up every bit of me, her tongue flicking one last time over my sensitive tip before she pulls off with a satisfied hum.

She grins.

Smug. Satisfied. Triumphant.

She fucking lives for this. For ruining me.

And I let her.

But not without a little punishment of my own.

I hook my hands under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly, shifting her up my body until she’s straddling my face, her glistening pussy inches from my mouth, her creamy thighs bracketing my head.

She gasps, her hands gripping the headboard to steady herself, already knowing what’s coming.

I inhale deeply, running my nose up the slick heat of her cunt, taking my time as she shudders above me.

Then, with one hand, I reach blindly for my phone.

I press speaker.

“Yeah, I’m still here,” I say, voice smooth, controlled.

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