“So good, waiting for me to finish work in such a pretty swimsuit.” Cesare crooned as he leaned in, gently kissing her lips. He sucked her lower lip between her teeth and gently nipped at it, grinning at the sound of Sabrina's gasp. He kissed a leisurely trail down her neck, and ducked down to place a kiss between her breasts. He nuzzled her soft skin exposed by the bathing suit as he wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her hips into the bulge of his thick hard cock.
Sabrina gasped as Cesare let out a low groan. He leaned in to press a kiss against her lips. “You smell like fucking cake.”
“I smell like cinnamon rolls.” She gave a breathless laugh.
“Wrap your arms around my neck, tesoro.” He instructed.
“I brought you cinnamon rolls.” She said breathlessly, as he picked her up off the sun shelf and turned them around so he was sitting down on the underwater bench; his redheaded nymph firmly seated on his lap, her legs straddling either side of him.
“That was very nice of you.” Cesare grinned. “But right now there’s only one thing I’m hungry for.”
He pressed his sweet tesoro against him so that her pussy was lined up against his hardened length, and like a hormonal teenager he ground against her through the damn layers still separating them.
Sabrina’s uncertain movements reminded him once again how inexperienced she was, and the thought only made him harder. “You can do it, baby. Just like that.” He encouraged as he dragged her hips back and forth against him.
He knew he had hit the right angle when she cried out his name in that breathless husky sirens voice of hers. It echoed off the tiles of the poolroom, as he repeated the same movement.
“Fuck, just like that.” He encouraged, guiding her as she held the rhythm. “Do you like having this cock between your legs? You’re doing such a good job practicing, baby.”
Sabrina nuzzled into his neck. “Practicing?” She repeated the word breathlessly.
“You’re learning how to ride daddy’s cock, baby. And soon, very soon, it’s going to be inside you when we do this.”
Sabrina let out an aroused whimper as she continued to drag her hips in the rhythm they were dancing together, huffing when her thighs shook. She let out a soft, distressed sort of pout. “I need help, I can’t.”
“Need help with what, baby?”
“I want to come.” She cried out softly as a shudder of pleasure rippled through her, so close but not enough.
“Does my baby girl need her pussy filled? Is itachingfor it?” His voice was low and guttural.
Sabrina continued to grind against him as she gave a pitiful sniff. “Yes. Please.”
“Please what, baby?” He gritted, reaching up her thighs, his fingers stopping just shy of where she really needed them.
“Please. Please let me come.” She begged.
“Who am I, baby?” He asked, his voice so damn gentle. For her. In his world of constant battle, he could be gentle for her.
Sabrina pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes fluttering with pleasure, gently nudging her nose against his in a gesture that was so playful and wholesome it tugged at something with feelings somewhere deep inside. “You donated the grant money.” She whispered, her voice thick with arousal. “I’ve been waiting for two years and they approved it today.”
Cesare blinked, his mind still caught with single focused precision on the feel of her legs wrapped around him, and her body moving against his.
“It was supposed to be anonymous.” He grunted, pulling her even closer.
“It was you.” Sabrina panted against him, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “You took care of it. We’re going to have everything we need, because you took care of it.”
Cesare took her mouth with his as he dragged her sweet pussy over his aching cock. “Who takes care of you, baby?” He ground out, swirling his fingers around her lower lips, but refusing entrance. “Whose cock are you going to take?”
“Yours!” She cried out softly. “Yours, Cesare.”
Cesare’s brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with a yearning and a hunger that wrapped itself around Sabrina’s heart and squeezed.
“Try again, baby. What am I? Who takes care of you?” He coaxed.
A tear slipped down Sabrina’s cheek as she drowned in his gaze, and the pleasure he was giving her. “Daddy.” She whispered hoarsely.
“That’s it, baby. So fucking good for daddy.” He praised. “This pussy is mine to take care of, isn’t it? Nobody else has ever touched it, and nobody else ever will.”
