Page 17 of The Contract

He’s under me.

His arms wrap around my thighs, pulling my cunt down to his mouth.

My mystery man is famished for me, and the thought makes me clench.

“Oh my fucking God, yes,” I breathe out, my eyes closed tight as I ride his tongue.

He fucking wants it.

And I tell him as much.

“You want me to fuck your pretty face, mystery man?”

He growls.

He wants me to say his name.

And I want it too.

I want to scream it as I start to come again.

But no names.

No expectations.

His teeth graze my pulsing clit.

“You feel so good,” I cry out, each throb of my orgasm making me grunt as I work my hips against his mouth.

“I’m coming.”

My hand grips the headboard, using it to keep my pace steady.

“You’re making me come so hard.”

I realize I’m pulling his hair, and as my pleasure fades, I release my hold and slow my strokes.

“Holy shit.”

Tipping my head back, I close my eyes and pant, catching my breath as his fervent sucking turns to tender licks and soft kisses.

“Lean forward. Get those beautiful tits on the bed and keep this ass in the air.”

He pulls my hips as I drop my chest to the mattress.

He kisses my ass cheek before he smacks it.

“God, just fucking kill me so I can die a happy man.”

I hear a drawer open, then the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped.

After a beat, the head of his hard cock teases my pussy, and I lean back like a cat in heat.

The dark rumble of his chest rolls over me as he chuckles.

“I’m going to take care of you, Trouble.”

He slides his dick up and down my slit, making me moan.

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