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“I got you coffee,” she said timidly, tugging the shirt down to cover her knees. She never failed to surprise me. One moment she was wanton and rocking her hips like a porn star, and the next, she was shy and timid, like a schoolgirl with her first boyfriend. I liked her both ways.
I swatted her hands away and snaked mine between her thighs, finding her pussy needy and wet. Warmth rushed to my groin. Tangling my hand in her hair, I pulled her down for a kiss. She was hotter than yesterday. How that was possible, I had no clue. But she looked hot in my dress shirt. All ruffled up like she’d been fucked all night long.
Breathless, she came up for air resting her hands on my bare chest and pulling away.
“Coffee.” She turned to grab my cup.
I sat up while sipping my hot espresso, just the way I liked it. I hoped she wasn’t tired because, despite the discarded condoms lying around the bed, my dick was up and ready for the next run.
“Rosa should bring Cora home any minute,” she points out while sipping her own coffee.
Fuck!
Had I forgotten all about my baby and the rest of the staff coming home? I couldn’t remember the last time I let sex be the decision-maker.
“Can you grab my phone? I think it’s on the floor next to you.”
I tried not to grasp her naked ass as she leaned back to get it. Tempting as it was, I really couldn’t lounge the day away in bed with my hot wife with a baby and staff running around.
I scrolled through all the messages, skipping the angry ones from my mother. Reading Rosa’s message, I smiled, tossing my phone aside and placing my cup back on the nightstand. It seemed my staff understood me well.
“They’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Oh, did you arrange that?” A shy smile crossed her face.
“No. Rosa did.”
Her skin flushed. Did she really think the staff didn’t know we were fucking like rabbits?
“So,” I drawled, enjoying her embarrassment. I wondered if she would ever disperse it. “What do we do today?”
“I don’t know,” she said coyly, even though her flushed skin and glittering eyes hinted at a few ideas.
“I have a few plans,” I interjected.
“Oh.” She perked up.
“We could visit my mother.” She pushed her teeth onto her lower lip. “Or go out for lunch.” I walked my fingers on her knee. “Or …”
“Or …” she croaked.
“You could ride my cock.”
She gasped, spilling coffee on my shirt.
“You are filthy,” she hissed, putting her coffee away and trying to clean herself.
Desire was coffee on caramel.
“Tesoro mio,” I muttered reaching for her waist and hauling her on top of me amidst her squeals. “Let me show you how much you like my filthy words,” I whispered as coffee trickled down to her erect nipples. The sight made my groin go up in heat.
I unbuttoned my shirt and latched on to her nipple. It was incredible how responsive she was. Hearing her moans was like having her fist on my cock. Need rushed through my veins. I hadn’t fucked her yet today, and that was a few hours too late. Putting on another rubber, I lifted her up and slid her effortlessly onto me. My vision blurred, and a groan escaped me. She did things to me no other woman had.
She leaned forward with her hair cradling her face. I caught my breath. What a sight. Shirt parted, perky breasts with coffee stains stopping on her chocolate nipples. I licked my lips. I had never enjoyed my caffé more.
Putting my hands on her thighs, I encouraged her, “Ride me, mia cara.”
She started slowly, hesitant. Feeling her own rhythm out. Did she realise how well she tortured me?
