Page 160 of The Contract

Elena tenses. I can feel the shock ripple through her, but I don’t give her time to react.

My tongue slides up her wet slit in a long, deliberate stroke, swirling around her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

She chokes back a moan, her thighs trembling.

Marcus’ voice crackles through the speaker, oblivious. “Right, so as I was saying, the commissioner’s office claims the survey issue is being re-reviewed. They’re trying to determine whether this falls under an environmental protection clause or if we need to petition for a special variance.”

I hum against Elena’s clit, the vibrations making her shudder.

She bites her fist, muffling the moan threatening to escape.

I smirk against her, my hands gripping her ass, guiding her closer, urging her to ride my mouth.

“Told them we already obtained those clearances,” Marcus continues. “But it looks like someone’s pushing for an independent review. We might need to?—”

I flick my tongue faster, circling her clit before dipping lower, tasting her, fucking her with my tongue, stroking deep as her hips start to move.

Her grip on the headboard tightens, her breath ragged, thighs flexing around my head as I devour her like she’s my fucking last meal.

She’s trying so hard to stay quiet.

I won’t let her.

Not when she just spent the last ten minutes sucking my soul out through my cock while I was on the phone.

Payback’s a bitch, baby.

“Damien?” Marcus prompts, waiting for a response.

I pull away just enough to answer, letting my breath skim over Elena’s soaked pussy.

“We’ll file an injunction if we have to,” I say evenly, watching her pulse throb, watching her face contort in pure, tortured pleasure as she fights to stay composed. “And get our attorneys on the line with the commissioner’s office today.”

Elena’s eyes widen, murder and desperation flickering in her gaze.

Because as soon as I finish that sentence, I dive back in—licking her slow and deep, swirling my tongue over her swollen clit before sucking her hard.

Her body bucks, her spine arching.

She’s so fucking close.

I feel her tighten, her slick heat pulsing against my mouth, and fuck, I love knowing I can bring her to the edge with just my tongue.

Marcus keeps talking, but I don’t hear a fucking word.

All I hear is her.

Her hitched breaths.

Her strangled gasps.

The wet, filthy sounds of me fucking her with my mouth.

Her thighs squeeze around me, and her fingers are digging into my hair—pulling, tugging, her hips grinding down.

She’s trying to hold out, but I don’t let her.

I seal my lips over her clit, suck hard, flicking my tongue over it in rapid strokes.

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