Page 55 of Finally Moore

“Yes, chef,” she tells me, and I almost come on the spot.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” I remind her as I trail kisses down her spine. Once I reach her perfect ass, I give the plump flesh a small nibble, grip her ankle, and bring it with me as I stand. Scarlett leans up as I rest her leg on the counter, spreading her wide for me. I grip the edge to keep her steady as my free hand guides the tip of my cock into her entrance.

“Oh my...” she cries out as I enter her.

“Fuck, Angel, this pussy is so fucking hot and wet.” I savor the sensation of having no barriers between us by pulling in and out of her slowly. Picking up my pace, I struggle to hold on as she mews beneath me. As much as I want to come, mark her as mine, I don’t want this moment to end. “I love how good you are at taking my cock.”

“I’m so close,” she cautions as her body coils tight. Her thigh muscles flex against my forearm.

I fuck her faster and push her over the edge. I hold on by a thread as she comes, because I’m nowhere near finished with her yet. I help her lower her leg and turn her to face me. Her cheeks and sweater are covered in flour as I crash my mouth to hers and guide her to the floor, so that she’s on top of me.

Scarlett takes the lead as she slams down on my cock. “Fuck,” I groan, and she shoots me a cocky grin before she rides me. “Good girl… Faster.” I encourage her with a slap on the ass.

She rips her sweater over her head. The blindfold comes off in the motion, and I’m grateful because it allows me to watch her beautiful face as she comes. Scarlett braces herself on my shoulders as she maneuvers her hips. Her tits slip out of the tank top she’s wearing. I lean up and suck her nipple in my mouth. Scarlett digs her nails into me as her movements become more erratic.

“I love how wild you are when you come.” I hold on to her hips to guide her as we both reach our respective climaxes. She collapses on top of me, spent, and I press a kiss to the top of her head as I stroke her hair back. “You’re incredible,” I tell her.

She smiles at the compliment instead of shying away. “Um, Scott… I should’ve asked this sooner, but when do you expect Letty and Jake to get home?” Scarlett asks as the realization that we’re mostly naked on the kitchen floor of someone else’s house finally dawns on her.

I chuckle. “Jake said he was on shift, so not until the morning. I’m not sure about Letty, but I think he said she was closing tonight.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Scarlett relaxes in my hold and sighs. “Tell me something.”

“Something,” I tease.

“No.” She playfully hits my chest as she gazes down at me. “I want you to tell me something about you, something that no one else knows.”

“Something that no one else knows?” I lift my arms and slip them behind my head as I try to think of something to tell her. The linoleum is killer on my back but I have no intention of moving right now. Not with a view this good…

“Yup,” Scarlett prompts as she traces a finger across my pecs.

“Okay, but you can’t share this with anyone. Not a soul. No one, not even my family, knows about this.”

Scarlett perks up a bit. “Oh, now, this is juicy.”

I give her a pointed glare, and she zips her lips shut. Taking a deep breath, I hesitate, until I realize I actually want to tell her. “I hate coffee.”

“What?” she sputters.

“Yup, it’s fucking disgusting. I love the aromatics of it, but I can’t stand the taste. No matter how much cream or sugar I pour in, it still tastes like ass.”

“You,Mr. Makes the best coffee I’ve ever had in my life, hate coffee? How do you make it then? It isn’t like you just brew a good cup. You have specialty drinks.”

“Mom… she was the coffee connoisseur. She established all the blends, and I’ve never messed with them. As for the lattes and stuff, I know flavors and quality. Also, Gia helps. She’s been working there almost as long as I have and practically lives with a caffeine IV pumping in her veins.”

“So no one knows? Seriously?” Scarlett asks in disbelief.

“I think Mom suspected, and maybe Gia too, but neither ever called me out on it.”

“How do you function? I mean, I can’t tie my shoes without a hefty dose of caffeine.”

I chuckle. “I still get caffeine.” She waits for me to elaborate. “Tea,” I explain.

“Tea?”

“Yup, tastes a thousand times better, and it has other properties that can provide a similar stimulation without the overdose of caffeine.”

“So, you’re saying less is more?”

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