CHAPTER NINE
S TEFANIE
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“S TAND UP, BEAUTIFUL . Let me undress you,” Julian told me. “I want to see you naked.”
Yes, sir. Mr. Cattaneo. I rose slowly, knees aching slightly from kneeling for so long. However, my body buzzed with anticipation of what was to come next. Julian remained kneeling, hands brushing lightly over my legs as he dusted off my knees.
His palms grazed my thighs, moving upward until his fingers reached the hem of my dress. He inched the fabric upward, bunching it over my hips, revealing the lacy panties underneath.
I expected him to pull them down in a rush. He didn’t. Instead, he just stared at me, gaze roaming over me as if every inch of exposed skin deserved his full attention. His hands slid down my legs, over my calves, then back up, grazing the back of my thighs.
I felt his fingertips moving higher until his palms were roaming over the curve of my ass. His hands slid along my hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of my panties. I felt them peel away from my skin, moving over my curves, dragging down my thighs, over my knees, until they pooled at my feet.
I stepped out of them without a word. He was at eye level with my pussy now, and he was staring at her like he was hungry for another taste of her. That quiet intensity in his eyes made me feel like I was the only woman who had ever existed for this man.
His gaze flicked up, catching mine. I didn’t look away. I didn’t even blink. I couldn’t. I, Stefanie Adams, was mesmerized by Julian Cattaneo. He rose slowly until he was towering over me again.
Once upright, he didn’t touch me immediately. He just stared, eyes drinking me in. Then, with both hands, he gripped the hem of my dress, lifting it inch by inch, his knuckles brushing my sides as the material slid upward.
His touch was careful, reverent. Like he was unwrapping something valuable, something he couldn’t risk breaking. I stood perfectly still, letting him unwrap his gift. Letting him see all of me.
I didn’t look away from him when he tossed the last of my attire onto the couch. He stood close, too close, yet not nearly close enough. His gaze burned into me, roaming over me so slowly and carefully that it felt like a physical touch.
I licked my lips when his hands lifted, fingers brushing along my cheeks. His thumbs swept over the curve of my jaw before sliding down to my neck. He lingered there, fingertips resting against the pulsing beat beneath my skin.
The look in his eyes... it was more than lust. More than desire. It was devotion. Like he couldn’t believe he was touching me. Like he was afraid if he let go, I might disappear. My pulse thundered beneath his touch, racing beneath the warmth of his palm.
His hands drifted lower, sliding over my collarbone, brushing along the swell of my chest. My breath stuttered, and my eyes fluttered shut as his fingers skimmed the curve of my breasts. The heat of his palms scorched my skin as he trailed down, slow and unhurried.
He wasn’t in a rush. He was savoring this, taking his time with me, seducing me. When his thumb brushed my nipple, a soft moan escaped me along with a shiver of pleasure that I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. His hand cupped my breast, lifting it slightly, his thumb circling the hardened peak.
He rolled it between his fingers, a light pinch that sent a jolt of heat between my thighs. My breath left me in a shaky exhale, and my head tipped back against the door with a soft thud. This man had me so aroused I could probably cum from the slightest breath against my pussy.
“You’re exquisite,” he whispered.
My eyes opened slowly, just in time to see his gaze drop to my lips. His mouth was close, so close I could feel the ghost of his breath against my skin. His hand slid back up to my throat, thumb resting at the hollow just beneath my jaw.
He wasn’t squeezing, wasn’t applying pressure, but the possessiveness of the gesture made my pulse race beneath his touch.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmured. “I must have you, Stefanie Adams.”
My breath caught, not because of the words themselves. I’d been told I was beautiful before. But the way Julian said it, paired with the way he looked at me, the way he touched me... well, it left me reeling, spiraling.
And that made him dangerous. That made me want to believe him. My eyes searched his face for any sign of a lie. I found none. Only hunger. Awe.
“You really want me... that much?” My voice was barely above a whisper.
His eyes darkened. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want you, Stefanie Adams.”
My chest tightened at the certainty in his tone. He wasn’t feeding me lines. He wasn’t trying to seduce me. He was simply speaking the truth. And God help me, I believed him. No one had ever looked at me like this before.
Not even the man I married fresh out of college. No one had ever touched me this way. If I wasn’t careful, Julian Cattaneo would wreck me for any other man, and I couldn’t let that happen. All I could give him was tonight. Tears sprang to my eyes.
“Julian....” I started.
“Shhh,” he whispered, thumb brushing along my lower lip. “I didn’t tell you that to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know that this isn’t just a fuck for me. This isn’t a cheap thrill. I want you. I need you, Stefanie. But let’s save the deep conversations for the morning. Tonight, I want to be buried deep in this pussy.”
His words made my pussy gush. He was standing so close that I felt his cock jerk against me. It seemed he, too, was ready for the next round. That , I could handle. Sex , I could handle. Anything beyond that wasn’t in the cards for me.
But as he said, that was a conversation for the morning. Tonight, I wanted to fuck his brains out. I wanted to make him feel just as good as he was making me feel. Come morning, neither of us would have any regrets.
We’d look back on this experience and think only happy thoughts. My breathing was a little shaky as his other hand slid down my side, fingers skimming my hip, tracing the curve of my waist.
“You’re trembling.” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes,” I admitted. I had no reason to lie.
“Why?” His thumb traced my bottom lip again. “Because of me?”
“Because no one’s ever touched me like this.”
His grip tightened at my waist, the primal flare of hunger in his eyes making my knees weak. I saw the flash of possessiveness in his eyes, that dark hunger simmering just beneath the surface.
His hand slid up my side, thumb brushing the curve of my breast before grazing my nipple. My breath escaped in a gasp. His mouth tilted into a smirk that was entirely too sexy.
He leaned in, chest pressing against my chest, his mouth brushing my ear as he whispered, “Let me show you how a man is supposed to make his woman feel.”
My heart nearly stopped. His lips trailed down the side of my neck, pressing the lightest kiss to the fragile skin there. My pulse fluttered beneath his mouth, quick and erratic. His hand slid down my back, fingertips tracing my spine.
I arched into him without meaning to. My body responded to him instinctively, the heat of his mouth raising goosebumps on my skin. His lips moved lower, finding the curve of my shoulder.
He kissed me there before lifting his head to meet my gaze. His hands cupped my ass as he pressed his body against mine, his forehead resting against my forehead. I could feel his cock against me, hard and ready.
“Feel that?” he asked. His cock chose that moment to jerk against me.
I smiled. “It’s impossible not to,” I replied. “It would feel much better if it was inside me.”
His chuckle was low, deep, darkly sensual. I never knew such a sound existed until I was pulled into Julian Cattaneo’s orbit.
“Your wish is my command,” he practically growled, further arousing me.
I yelped when he squatted a bit and picked my thick ass up. The second Julian lifted me, I knew I was in trouble. His hands gripped my ass as he hoisted me against the door. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my heels pressing into the small of his back.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, unable to believe that he was really holding me up against the door. He lowered me a bit. And that’s when I felt it. His cock nudged against my entrance, the thick head teasing my slick folds.
Desire coiled tight in my belly. He pressed his body flush up against me, and I was truly caught between a rock and a hard place. But there was nowhere else I’d rather be. One hand slid down, and then I felt his fingers rubbing along my slick folds.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping wet for me.”
“Yes,” I gasped, nails biting into his shoulders as he teased me with his fingers, parting my wet lips.
His hips thrust slightly, his cock seeking entrance. The tip replaced his fingers, easing into me, my pussy blooming around the crown of his cock. But then he stopped and eased back a little.
“Julian,” I whimpered.
“You want all of this thick cock in that tight pussy?” His lips brushed my ear, his voice sinfully dark as he eased into me again, not giving me more than just the tip.
“Yes,” I whispered, pussy hungry for more of his cock, every hard inch.
He eased in a little deeper, sending tendrils of pleasure spreading all over my body.
“How bad do you want this cock?” he rasped, lifting me higher while easing out of me a little.
“I want it so bad,” I told him, desperate to have him fill me.
He lowered me onto his cock, still teasing me, not giving me all of him. This man was strong. He could probably keep me teetering on the tip of his length all night. But I couldn’t handle the teasing. I needed to be fucked.
“Please, Julian,” I begged, not feeling the least bit ashamed.
“Say that again,” he growled, lowering me onto more of his huge cock.
“Please, Julian,” I whispered.
“One more time for me, baby.” He eased more of that hard dick into me.
At this point, I was ready to do or say anything this man asked of me. I was completely dickmatized. I was in a dick-trance. Dick-combobulated!
“Please, Julian,” I groaned.
With a growl, he thrust up hard, driving into me in one brutal stroke. My head slammed back against the door with a soft thud as my mouth fell open in a soundless gasp. He filled me completely, every thick, throbbing inch of him stretching me to the point of pain-laced pleasure.
“Fuck... Julian,” I choked out, thighs trembling.
“Shit, Stefanie.” His head dropped to the curve of my neck, mouth brushing my skin as he stilled inside me, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him.
His body trembled as he held himself back. His cock throbbed, pulsing deep, and I swore I could feel him stretching me even wider with every heartbeat. That was impossible, right? Right? My mind had to be playing tricks on me. But I swore this man was growing even harder inside of me. Julian Cattaneo was truly the man of steel.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. His hips flexed, cock pushing deeper as my walls spasmed around him. “So damn tight.”
I whimpered, arms tightening around his neck as his hands gripped my ass harder. His lips brushed my ear.
“You’re taking me so fucking well, baby.”
My pussy clenched at his words. He felt it. I knew he did because he groaned, and his grip tightened.
“You like that?” he murmured, tongue flicking over the shell of my ear. “You like hearing how good your pussy feels to me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, legs tightening around his waist. “Fuck, yes.”
He groaned low in his throat, his hands flexing against my ass. Then he pulled back a little before driving into me again, harder this time. Pleasure shot straight to my core as he repeated his actions, thrusting into me again and again, spearing me with that thick cock.
A symphony of skin slapping against skin filled the room as my back hit the door, and he fucked up into me with a rough, punishing rhythm.
"You’re taking me so fucking well, beautiful,” he rasped, his lips against my throat as his cock filled me. "This pussy was made for me. You were made for me, Stefanie."
My fingers tangled in his hair as my body jerked with the force of his thrusts, my back sliding against the smooth door. My walls squeezed him, slick and desperate, as he hit deeper with every snap of his hips.
“Julian, fuck, Julian,” I moaned.
“Hearing you moan my name makes me want to fuck you harder,” he groaned.
He proceeded to do just that, thrusting deep into me, touching a part of me that had never been touched before, awakening a side of me that I hadn’t known existed. The sounds of my moans were foreign to my ears. I’d never made these kinds of sounds because I’d never felt this type of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, hips driving into me with a brutal force. “You’re soaking my cock, baby, and I fucking love it.”
My pussy quivered, pleasure fluttering over every inch of me.
“I can feel you squeezing me, love. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
I’d already lost my damn mind. I could barely breathe. Barely think. All I could do was feel. And these sensations I was feeling had me shuddering against the door. He pounded into me, every thrust sending waves of pleasure washing over me. My nails bit into his scalp. My thighs were shaking. I was unraveling fast.
“Ahhh, fuck,” he groaned. “That pussy is gripping me so tight. You’re about to come, aren’t you, baby?”
I couldn’t hide it. My body was spiraling, arousal spiking, desire overflowing.
“Be a good girl, and come on my cock.”
“Julian,” I gasped when he thrust deeper.
“You can take it,” he growled. “Give it to me, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
I came with a loud cry, my body arching against the door as my orgasm hit me hard and fast. My pussy clamped down on his cock, spasming around him, and he groaned, hips jerking as he fucked me through it.
“Fuck, Stefanie,” he gritted out. “That’s it. Just like that. Squeezing me so fucking tight. Soaking my cock. Keep coming, baby. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop. My body was still twitching, still shuddering, as he pulled back and drove up into me again. Normally, my orgasms lasted a few seconds, just long enough for me to release a couple of moans and then slowly come down from the brief high.
This was nothing like what I was used to. Seconds turned into a full-blown minute or two of me shuddering uncontrollably as he fucked me through the hardest orgasm of my life. I’d never experienced anything like this.
It was like an out-of-body experience. No, an out of this world experience. Out of this galaxy! The sloppy sounds my pussy was making would’ve been embarrassing if I wasn’t already so far gone. It took forever for me to cease shaking and for my eyes to open, my mouth to close, my moans to stop.
My breathing hadn’t yet returned to normal when he murmured, "I need to get you in bed so I can get deeper in this pussy."
Wait... there’s more? He hadn’t come? We weren’t done? Fuck! I didn’t know if my body could handle more. And how much deeper could he get? If he went any deeper, he’d be in my guts.
He didn’t pull out. He turned, still buried deep inside me, still holding me against him, and walked through the house with effortless strength. He was acting like I weighed nothing. My arms clung to his neck, and I felt his cock shift inside me with every step, each movement sparking another aftershock of pleasure.
“Which way?” he groaned.
“Right. The door should be open,” I whispered against his neck.
Following my directions, he carried me into the bedroom. The second he reached the bed, he laid me on it, following me down, his cock still buried deep. My legs spread wide as he settled between them, pressing me into the mattress. He pushed deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled under my breath, unable to believe that my body was getting aroused once again.
I hadn’t thought he could go deeper. I was wrong. His hips rolled as he climbed over me, his cock thrusting into me as he inched us both up the bed toward the pillows. This man was literally fucking into me as he slowly inched me up the bed toward the headboard.
Never in my thirty-nine years had I been fucked up the bed. This was a first! My body tightened around him, still oversensitive, and I moaned as his cock slid against that perfect spot inside me.
“Ahhh, baby, you’re clenching me again,” he rasped, mouth brushing mine as he pushed higher up the bed. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”
Once again, I couldn’t speak. Could barely think. The pleasure was blooming once more. My pussy was showing me that she could take a beating and keep on ticking. My hands slid down his back, nails dragging over muscle as he fucked into me.
By the time he reached the pillows, his thrusts had turned feral. He braced his weight on his forearms, his dark gaze locked on mine as he pounded into me. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room. I stared up at him, unable to look away, loving the fuck-faces he made.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled. “So wet. So fucking soft. Damn it, Stefanie, I can’t get enough of you.”
I couldn’t get enough of him either.
“Harder,” I gasped, thighs trembling, body hungry for him again.
“You want it harder?” His mouth twisted into a wicked smirk. “Can you handle harder, baby?”
I rolled my body against him.
He chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”
He pulled back and slammed into me, giving me exactly what I’d asked for. My back arched off the bed as he hit so deep I swore I could feel him in my stomach. He was driving into me with so much force the headboard was banging against the wall.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Are you gonna come for me again?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I’m going to come so hard.”
“That’s my girl.”
My hips jerked, my body rocking against his, meeting him thrust for thrust as he fucked me. My pussy was squelching around his cock, wet and slick, soaking him in my juices.
“You’re dripping down my cock.” His mouth found my ear, his muscular arms caging me in. “I can feel it. I can feel you. Can you feel all of me?”
He ground his hips against me. My eyes drifted shut.
“Tell me you can feel all of me, baby,” he groaned, grinding into me again.
“Yes,” I rasped. “I can feel it all. Don’t stop giving it to me.”
I was falling apart. My thighs clenched around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he fucked me faster, harder. My pussy clenched around him, aching and desperate, needy.
“I’m close,” I gasped.
“Come for me,” he demanded. “Let me feel you.”
I shattered beneath him, orgasm slamming through me with enough force to make me scream his name. My body arched, legs trembling, pussy milking him as pleasure tore through me.
“Fuckkkk,” Julian groaned, head dropping to my shoulder.
His hips stuttered, cock throbbing hard as he shoved deep one last time, causing the headboard to bang against the wall. He let out a deep, guttural sound as he came, his release filling me in hot, pulsing waves.
His body jerked against mine, muscles trembling as he groaned my name against my skin. He stayed buried inside me as he caught his breath, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against my neck. “I could soak in this pussy forever.”
Him and his filthy words! I lay there, arms still around his neck, legs still around his waist. I didn’t try to move. I’d probably fall apart if I did. I focused on breathing. I was glad that he was having the same trouble recovering from that explosive orgasm as I was.
We lay there together, our breathing the only sound in the room. I could feel his come leaking from me, his semi-hard cock still buried deep. A few minutes passed, and then he pressed a kiss to my jaw and raised his head to stare down at me.
I stared up into his handsome face that was illuminated by the dim patio light drifting through the blinds from the back porch. He pushed a tendril of hair out of my face. The way he was staring at me had me growing self-conscious.
“Is something on my face?” I asked.
“Yeah. Me,” he answered.
“You?” I asked, chuckling.
“My sweat,” he said, brushing my forehead.
“I’m sure some of that’s mine,” I told him.
He continued staring at me. “I thought you were gorgeous when you were coming on my cock. But you look even more beautiful when you’re thoroughly satisfied.”
Was he trying to keep me blushing and keep a smile on my face?
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Remember when I said I wanted to watch my cum leak from you?” he asked.
My eyes widened. “Yes.”
“I’m ready to do that now.” He slowly eased out of me and moved back, spreading my legs wider.
All I could do was shake my head as I watched him lie down between my legs. The patio light flowed through the window, illuminating my body as I stared down at Julian, whose eyes were fixed on my pussy.
He licked his lips. My poor pussy was waving the white flag while he looked ready to feast again. I swear, this man was going to be the death of me. But what a way to go.