Page 11 of Tammaro DeLuca

“Here you go.” The cashier said.

Ro grabbed the bag, tipped her, and then lead to a table to sit.

“I thought this was to go.” I said.

“Sit with me.” He pulled out my chair, and I accepted the offer. “Now, coffee was meant to be savored. I will not rush the experience because you don't want to be seen in public with me.”

“It's not that.” I sighed. I just don't want this messy.

“Then?”

I swallowed, not sure how to word it.

“Ah. I'll be right back, okay?”

I nodded, and he took my bags and left. When he came back, the bags were gone. He sat down and picked up his first cup and sipped.

“This isn't bad.” He went for a second sip, almost as if to firm his decision. “Try it.”

For a second, I almost denied him because I didn't drink after people. Then I remembered that I'd sucked his dick and had his cum in my mouth. Guess that theory went out the window.

“It's okay. Not exactly what I would go for.”

“Me either.” He moved to the second cup. “That's damn good.” He took a few more sips. And hummed while he did. “Mhm. That's a keeper.”

When he handed it to me to taste, I giggled when I recognized it.

“This is my fav. Dark chocolate and caramel.”

“Good choice.” He took the cup back and kept it near.

“Are you safeguarding it?” I teased.

“Definitely.”

I giggled, understanding the addiction to it. The need to savor it.

“This is really close to what I usually drink.” It had to be the Italian specialty blend. “It's nice. A little crispier than I like, but delicious. When I order it next time, it needs a little extra milk.”

I was just happy that he liked it.

We sat there talking mindlessly while we finished our coffee. He trashed the first one, drank the third one, and saved the second one. He went to the cashier and paid for something, and then came back to the table. Ro helped me to my feet and then escorted me toward the back, where the bathroom was. He led me inside, where he kneeled in front of me, reached up my dress, and pulled down my panties.

“Ro, what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.

“What we're good at.” He dropped to his knees, lifted my leg over his shoulder, and pressed his mouth against my pussy.

I gasped at first contact.

“I don't mind you being my personal whore. But every once in a while, I like to show off what's currently mine.” He growled against my thigh.

“Wait, what?” Trying to gather my thoughts, I struggled because he was damn good with his mouth.

“We agreed to fuck. I'm good with that. You said as long as I'm in it, it's mine. It's good pussy. So, I'm going to live in it for a while. Making it mine till it's not. I'll be as nasty as I want. Dirty as I need to be. Making you my personal whore. You're going to satisfy all my desires.”

“I'm nobody's whore.” I pushed him away.

“You hang on to the world's view of what a whore is. I'm not paying you. You're going to let me use your body because I want to. Let me fuck you because we do it well. When I want you on my face, you’re going to do it.” He stood and came over to me, grabbed the back of my head and pressed his mouth to mine. Heat blossomed again, and I melted into him. He pulled away quickly and bent me over the sink. “My little whore. Don't knock the term of endearment.” He unbuckled his pants, sheathed himself with a condom, and penetrated me.

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