Page 53 of Forgotten Deal

Glancing at the clock, I want to chuck it into the Atlantic Ocean for reminding me this perfect weekend is almost over. That is, until I remember I owe Katerina a creative wake-up call.

I slip out of bed and tiptoe to the kitchen, returning with a glass filled with ice cubes. Crawling in beside her, I pop a piece into my mouth and pull down the covers. She’s laying naked on her side facing me, her pussy swollen from a night of non-stop fucking. I couldn’t help it; I got a taste, and now I’m addicted.

Scooting down the bed, I position my head at her gorgeous cunt, kissing it before popping the ice cube halfway out of my mouth and rubbing it along her pussy lips.

“Oh!” Katerina’s eyes jerk open as she tries to sit up in a state of confusion.

Sucking the ice cube into my mouth, I position it to the side with my tongue as I push her back down onto the bed with the flat of my hand. “Good morning, Katerina.” I swipe her clit with my cold tongue.

“Fuck yes, it is,” she murmurs, settling into her pillow and spreading her thighs wide for me.

“There’s my bad girl.” I hum, licking her pussy with long, slow swipes with the tip of my tongue. Her lithe body writhes so beautifully underneath me as I spread her lips open with my fingers, working my tongue around her piercing.

“Fabio,” she moans, and my dick throbs violently at the sound of my name on her lips.

Lowering my head, I spear her opening before licking my way back up to her pulsating clit. “Fuck, I need to be inside this tight cunt one more time,” I tell her, toying with her clit ring.

Katerina moans again, but it’s not the kind of moan I’m going for. “No, I’m too sore.”

“I’ll be gentle,” I promise, crunching on the nearly dissolved piece of ice in my mouth and swallowing it.

“You’re writing checks your dick can’t cash, Mr. Mazza,” she informs me, and I chuckle, knowing she’s right. “But why don’t we make this a good morning wake-up call for the both of us?” She sits up. “Lay on your back,” she commands, and I’m certainly not going to argue with the woman.

Climbing on top of me with her ass hovered above my face, she leans down and laps the excitement leaking from the head of my dick. But I nearly jerk off the bed when she surprises me by taking my dick all the way in her mouth. “Fuck, Katerina.”

Wanting to pleasure her more than chasing after my own release, I try to ignore what she’s doing to me as I spread her ass cheeks open wide and dive into her pussy from behind.

“Oh my God,” she mumbles, her lips still wrapped around my dick.

I growl against her swollen clit. “Fuck, your desire is the most intoxicating scent. I want to rub your pussy juice on my neck and wrists; wear your sex like a damn cologne. Catch a whiff of you later today and jerk my dick thinking about this pussy plastered to my face.” Spreading her ass cheeks, I go back to eating her pussy like a man on death row devouring his last meal.

“Oh my God!” Katerina screams like a fucking banshee as her pussy squirts all over my face and inside my mouth. I swallow as best I can—like trying to shotgun a can of beer I wasn’t prepared for.

But Christ, nothing could have prepared me for Katerina squirting on me, and I lose control. “Oh fuck!” I grit, squeezing her ass cheeks hard I empty every last drop of cum down her throat.

She rolls off me, and I move down the bed so my body’s facing the same direction as hers; both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon. “Um, so you have a little?—”

I take my hand and rub it through her juices dripping down my chin—dabbing it on my neck and wrists.

“Oh my God.” She covers her face with her hands.

Pulling them down, I capture her plump lips in a kiss. “Don’t move.” I hop out of bed, hurrying to the door.

“Don’t worry, I can’t,” she calls after me with the voice of a woman who’s been thoroughly fucked.

Smiling, I walk to the kitchen and turn on the espresso machine. I don’t understand why Katerina likes grinds in her coffee, but when both cups finish brewing, I add a scoop of grinds to hers. Grabbing a tray, I load it with Italian pastries before returning to the bedroom.

“I’m not asleep, so no more wake-up calls,” Katerina declares, her eyes tightly closed. “You’re seriously trying to kill me.”

“Would a man trying to kill you bring you breakfast in bed?”

“Why didn’t you say so?” She snaps open her eyes and sits up with her back against the headboard. “Feed me already; I’m starving.”

I gasp. “Am I not taking care of my pet?” She sticks her tongue out at me, and I chuckle. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to sit on the dry side of the bed.”

“You’re proud of yourself; aren’t you?” she sasses.

I grin from ear to ear. “Damn right.” I place the tray down on the bed in front of us, handing her the tiny cup of espresso.

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