CHAPTER EIGHT
S TEFANIE
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I WAS STILL REELING from his kiss. Never had a kiss left me so shaken, so aroused. My lips were swollen, my brain scrambled. I’d just come in his mouth, and his kiss had me riled up again, ready to come on his cock.
Julian leaned back just enough to stare at me, his thumb swiping the corner of my mouth, cleaning up the mess he’d made.
“I smudged your lipstick,” he whispered.
I wasn’t worried about my lipstick. In fact, I wanted him to smudge it more.
“Let’s get you home,” he added. “So I can kiss the rest of it off.”
Yes. Let’s do that. Better yet, I want you to fuck it off. Smudge the rest of it off with your cock.
He pressed a brief kiss to my forehead and then closed my door and strode around the front of the car just as headlights appeared behind us. Another vehicle was approaching, driving slowly.
I quickly adjusted in my seat, smoothing my dress down, hoping my face didn’t scream that I’d just gotten my pussy eaten in the backseat. The other car pulled up beside us just as Julian reached his door. The window rolled down, and a guy in a baseball cap called out to Julian.
“Y’all good? Need help with anything?”
Gotta love Southern hospitality.
“We’re fine,” Julian told him. “Just had to fix a tire so we wouldn’t have a bumpy ride home.”
I bit my lip, holding back a smirk. He was the reason the ride turned bumpy, not the tires.
The guy nodded. “Alright, man. Drive safe.”
With that, he drove off, his taillights disappearing down the dark road. Julian climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car. From his stoic expression, you wouldn’t have guessed he’d just been on his knees in the back seat of the car, making me come hard against his mouth.
He kept his promise. He behaved the entire drive to my rental. Not once did he look my way. It was me who found it impossible to take my eyes off him. I couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of his tongue working its magic on me.
I couldn’t stop imagining what his cock would feel like sliding against my tongue. By the time he pulled up in front of my rental, I was already craving more. Ready for round two. Julian cut the engine and stepped out, moving around to open my door.
I placed my hand in his, letting him help me out. I expected him to release my hand once I was out of the car. He didn’t. And I didn’t pull away. We walked toward the front door together, his palm warm against mine.
I pressed the security code into the door panel and opened the front door. Releasing his hand, I stepped into the house and tossed my phone and keys onto the couch. Julian followed, moving just enough to the side so I could close and lock the door behind us.
I turned and came up short. He was right there, right in front of me. Too close. Towering over me, making it where all I could see was him, all I could feel was him. This man was too intoxicating to be real.
Yet, here he stood before me, flesh and blood. As real as real could get. He placed his hands on my hips, steering me gently, guiding me until my back was pressed against the door. My breath hitched, heart racing as he leaned in, his voice low, deep.
“I behaved as you asked,” he murmured.
My stomach flipped. I already knew what was coming next. It was time for me to return the favor as promised.
“Now, I want what you promised.”
I swallowed, the heat between us suffocating.
“Right here?” I asked, voice softer than I intended, a blush creeping over my skin.
“Right here,” he confirmed, taking a small step back.
I watched, breathless, as his hands went to his belt. His fingers worked the buckle loose, then moved to his button, popping it open, the sound of his zipper lowering sent a shiver down my spine. He unbuttoned his pants but didn’t pull them down. All the while, his gaze never left mine.
Then, he demanded in that deep voice of his, “On your knees, Ms. Adams.”
Gush! My core tightened, a deep throb pulsing between my legs. I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t overthink. Didn’t give myself a chance to. I sank to my knees in front of Julian Cattaneo, ready for him to fill my mouth with every inch of his cock.
Julian didn’t break eye contact as he reached for his shirt, removing it and tossing it onto the couch. My mouth watered as I counted his abs. He looked carved from stone, all broad shoulders, ripped pecs, and a six-pack so defined I wanted to trace my tongue over every ridge.
He shoved both his slacks and boxers down in one fluid motion and kicked them aside. He stood before me now, clad only in black socks. Gaze dropping to his cock, my lips parted on a silent oh, fuck.
I’d had expectations, but this? I wasn’t mentally prepared for this. I’d seen the tent in his pants, so I’d known he’d be big. But this was something else. This was... this was... where the hell was I supposed to stuff all of this?
This was the kind of cock that should come with a warning label. Warning: May rearrange your guts and your gums. Thick and long, his cock stood at full attention, veins visible, the head swollen and flushed, already glistening at the tip, desperate for relief.
My eyes flicked from his dick to his face, then back down. I was pretty sure his length was casting a shadow over my face. That’s how big he was. Julian smirked like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I’m sure he was used to this reaction. Did he enjoy watching women mentally prepare for what he was about to do to them? The challenge was unspoken, but I saw it in his eyes. What he didn’t know about me was that I never backed down from a challenge. If this was the cOck-lympics, then I was aiming for a gold, not a bronze medal.
I’d rather have his cock break my jaw than admit to defeat. So, I did what any self-respecting, grown-ass woman would do. I leaned in and licked the tip. That cocky smirk evaporated instantly, his breath rushing from him in a harsh hiss.
This was my way of saying: challenge accepted . I wouldn’t consider myself the victor until I’d damn near swallowed him whole. I kept my eyes locked with his as I dragged my tongue over the swollen head, slow and teasing, tasting the salt of his arousal.
My hands slid up his thighs, nails grazing his skin as I inched closer to my target. I felt him shiver under my fingertips. I twirled my tongue around the tip of him as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock.
He was so damn thick. I gave his cock a gentle squeeze. His body tensed, his jaw clenching. I ran my tongue along the underside, tracing the veins, mapping out every inch of him the same way he’d mapped out every inch of my pussy.
He stood rigid, fists clenched, and I could tell he was struggling to hold back. I would let him continue to struggle. Soon, he’d break and fuck my throat as he promised. Until then, I would have fun with him. I opened my mouth and took him in. The curse he emitted was low, guttural.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned.
Refusing to show him mercy, I sucked him in slow, inch by inch, stretching my lips around him, feeling my jaw ache and my eyes water. But I didn’t stop. My tongue laved over the ridge of his tip, my hand stroking what I couldn’t fit yet.
All the while, I kept my gaze locked with his, watching his lips part on a ragged breath as he sank deeper and deeper into my mouth. I gagged around him, my throat tightening as I swallowed.
“Fuck, Stefanie...” he rasped, voice hoarse.
I knew a little of his self-control had been chipped away when his fingers found my hair, threading through my curls, gripping them tightly. But he didn’t thrust into my mouth. He let me work him at my own pace, let me get used to his size.
Hollowing my cheeks, I took him as deep as I could, tongue swirling around the tip before easing him out and swallowing him down again. His abs contracted, his thighs flexed under my hands as I took my time, letting my mouth adjust to his size.
The way his body responded only made me hungrier to please him. I could feel just how much he was holding back, and it turned me on even more. I won’t lie, I knew the corners of my lips were going to be sore in the morning. No pain, no gain.
I bobbed my head, slow at first, then faster, easing him out until just the tip rested against my lips, tongue flicking the slit. Then I sank my mouth onto him again, all the way down, until his cock damn near filled my throat.
I heard his breath stutter and felt his cock twitch against my tongue, the heavy throb of need pulsing through every inch. The first taste of his precum hit my tongue: salty, heady, and addictive.
I moaned around him, the vibrations teasing his cock. That was his breaking point. His hips jerked, and his grip on my hair tightened. His other hand slapped against the door behind me. And then he lost his fucking mind.
With a low groan, he thrust forward, pushing deeper, the thick crown of his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me choke on his length. But I didn’t stop. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away.
I kept sucking as he did what he’d promised; fucked my throat properly. My eyes watered more as I dropped my hands to my sides, surrendering completely. He was relentless now, pumping into my mouth, jaw clenched, chest heaving above me.
I took it all, let him use me, his groans growing louder, more desperate, more savage. He pulled back and thrust into my mouth again. Then again. And again. His moans grew rougher, louder with each thrust.
His eyes snapped shut, and he tilted his head back as he shoved into the warmth of my mouth. And I took it all. I wanted it all. I let him fuck my throat raw without holding back. The sound of wet, messy sucking filled the space between us.
Saliva dripped down my chin, my body on fire as he groaned, each sound making my pussy throb. Just as Julian lowered his head, hungry gaze returning to me, I reached between my thighs, pressing my fingers against my clit.
Needing some kind of relief, I massaged my clit as I sucked him off. His breathing was ragged. His rhythm stuttered, thrusts becoming chaotic. He shoved into my mouth harder, faster, hand trembling where he gripped my hair.
I fingered my clit faster when he dropped his other hand to my curls and lowered his forehead to the front door. Both hands gripped my hair now, tight, possessive, holding me still, his thrusts turning savage.
He was spiraling, orgasm quickly approaching, and I was hungry for the first splash of it against my tongue. My mouth was already slick with precum. I was ready for it to overflow with his essence.
His eyes were wild with lust, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. And then he growled two words that made me cum instantly.
“Swallow it.”
And I did. My orgasm slammed into me hard, my body jerking as his release hit the back of my throat: hot, thick, endless. I swallowed him down, moaning as I did, his cock still twitching on my tongue. His muscles locked, his entire body trembling as he groaned my name.
“Fuck, Stefanie,” he rasped, cock still pulsing while his cum spilled past my lips and slid down my chin.
His abs tightened, every line of muscle flexing as he leaned into the door, body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. A rough, guttural groan left his lips as he thrust deep one last time, letting me milk him dry.
Though his fingers loosened in my hair, his eyes remained dark and dazed, never straying from mine. He watched as his orgasm leaked from the corner of my mouth and dripped down my chin. I let it.
I wanted him to see what he’d done to me. I wanted him to see the mess he’d made. He held my head in place for a few more seconds, aftershocks causing his body to quake sporadically and causing his cock to twitch against my tongue.
Then the quakes stopped, and he stood there, not moving, just breathing hard as his body came down from the high. When he finally pulled out, it was slow, wet, and messy. His cock glistened with spit and the last remnants of his orgasm.
It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. He sank to his knees in front of me, his chest still rising and falling hard. Though we were both kneeling, I still had to stare up at him. I didn’t break eye contact. I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by this man.
“You kept your promise,” I whispered, my voice low.
He reached out and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, dragging it down to my chin to collect the drops that had escaped.
“I’ll always keep my promises to you,” he vowed, bringing his finger, now coated with his essence, to my lips.
Without breaking eye contact, I parted them, sucking his finger clean, savoring the taste of him. He watched, eyes filled with lust. His gaze burned into me as he repeated the action, wiping away every trace of his release and feeding it to me. I swallowed eagerly, a weird satisfaction coursing through me with each swallow.
"You're even more beautiful like this. Full of my cum, lips glossy with it. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
His words ignited a fresh wave of arousal within me. The way he stared at me, eyes filled with awe, only made me want more of him, all of him.
"How long before you're ready for round three?" I asked.
He gifted me his signature wicked smirk. "Give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready to fill that pretty pussy with my cum. Will it overflow as beautifully as your mouth did?"
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to stare away from his eyes.
“Good,” he rasped as he stroked my lips with his thumb. “After I fuck you, I want to watch my cum leak from you. Can I do that, Ms. Adams?”
I shivered. This man had a way with words. And I was ready for him to have his way with me. All night long. So I nodded, willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me.