Page 93 of Ruthless Contract
The next morning, the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes was Blossom Brooks. More specifically, the wet dream I'd had about her. In my dreams, she’d started out wearing the mask that Juliet wore.
I entered her office wearing my mask as well. She’d swiveled around in her seat to face me. Her voice had been robotic when she spoke through the modulator.
“Hello, Romeo.”
“Hello, Juliet,” I’d greeted, voice just as artificial-sounding as hers.
She’d been dressed in a sheer lingerie set, nipples and nipple ring visible through her bra. And dangling from her nipple ring had been my initial.R. Seeing that turned me on. But I’d wanted to do more than just see it. I’d wanted to touch it, to lick it, to rub my cock against it.
“Come closer, lover,” she’d whispered.
I’d done just that, moving further into her office as she sat in her large pink chair, watching me. When I finally stood before her, she spread her legs open and whispered...
“It’s time to keep your promises, lover. It’s time for you to lick this pussy until I cum down your throat.”
That was indeed a promise I’d made her during one of our video chats. And I was a man of my word. Going to my knees before her, I slid her panties aside and came face to face with her pretty pink pussy.
Like an addict, I leaned forward and inhaled the sweet scent of the woman I craved. Closing my eyes, I shivered, so damn happy that I finally had her in front of me. I opened my eyes when she gripped my hair and steered me where she wanted me.
I removed my mask. My gaze met hers. I wanted her to see me, the real me, the man who loved her and who wanted to cherish every part of her. Holding her panties to the side, out of the way, I kept my promise, feasting on her until her legs trembled, until she was panting, moaning my name.
Her manicured nails dug into my scalp. But I didn’t care. I welcomed the pain and the pleasure. With my free hand, I gripped my cock, pumping it, wanting to rub a quick one out so I could spend the next few hours buried deep inside her.
“Look at me, Rome,” she groaned.
I looked up in time to see her remove her mask, eliminating all secrets between us. Staring back at me was Blossom Brooks. My Juliet, the hacker, and My Blossom, the florist, were the same person.
And they were both mine.
All fucking mine.
I licked her until her thighs clamped against my face and she screamed my name. Then she creamed on my tongue as her body trembled uncontrollably. I joined in her ecstasy, cominghard all over my hand, body jerking as I swallowed down her juices.
And then my alarm blared, and I woke up to my sheets a fucking mess.
Fucking Juliet.
Fucking Blossom.
I stared up at the ceiling for several minutes before groaning and sitting up. The sheet was plastered to my cock and parts of my thighs. I’d have to do laundry this morning. This woman was becoming a serious problem.
"Fuck," I muttered before dragging a hand down my face.
I sat there for another full minute, staring off into space, lost in thought. Finally, I tossed the covers off me and climbed out of bed. I used my sheet to finish cleaning myself up, wiping away cum.
Then I gathered up the linen, carried it to the laundry room, and started a load of clothes. Once that was going, I headed for the bathroom, needing a cold shower. I bathed quickly and washed my hair.
After drying off, I rebandaged my healing wounds, dressed in a pair of boxers, and strode into the kitchen. I decided on cereal for breakfast because it was quick and easy. While eating, I pulled up my housekeeper's number and hit call. She answered on the third ring.
"Good morning, Mr. Cattaneo."
"Morning, Sally."
"How can I help you?"
"I need the beach house readied."
There was a brief pause.
