Page 18 of The Contract

Making me desperate to have him fill me.

“Hold still for me, baby.”

One hand grips my hip as the other holds his cock at my entrance.

He pushes into me so slowly, and I swear I feel it—like a rope being pulled tight in my belly.

“Fuck, Trouble.”

Both hands grip my hips as he pulls nearly all the way out, then thrusts in deep.

My back bows, and I cry out.

It feels so fucking good.

“You’re so tight.”

He thrusts in, pulling nearly out, then back in again. The pacing is perfect. His long cock hitting so deep inside me every time.

I could get addicted to this.

To him.

He presses soft kisses against my spine, leaning over me and grasping a handful of my hair.

“I knew you were going to feel so fucking good, Trouble. But this?”

He fucks me faster.

Harder.

“This pussy is heaven, baby.”

His grip is bruising on my hip as he slams into me.

Our flesh slaps against each other, our moans mixing together, his grunts raw and broken as he works me toward another orgasm.

“Fuck me harder,” I cry out, the first wave of pleasure rolling over me.

“No, Trouble.”

He quickly widens my legs and pulls my ass up more, deepening the arch in my back.

My eyes roll back in my head.

“But I’ll fuck you deeper.”

And Christ, he does.

I’ve never felt this full—never felt someone this deep inside me before.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

It’s the only word my vocal cords can form, and I say it over and over again.

“You take my fucking cock, Trouble. Every goddamn inch.”

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