Page 44 of Café Diablo

“Your mouth is a sin,” she purrs, my teeth scraping against her silky flesh as my fingers hook into the sides of her shorts and move them down along with her panties. However, due to our position in the hammock—with her legs open and straddling me—I can only drag her clothes a few inches down her hips. Still, I manage to expose the top curve of her mound and I kiss the heated skin, feeling her buck and twitch with each tease of my lips.

“Wasn’t there a tart down here somewhere?” I tease, my arm around her ass, angling her hips higher and allowing me to inhale the spicy aroma between her thighs.

She’s wet, and I’m not sure I have the will power to not tear these shorts off of her and take her in the hammock. But this woman has teased me too many times and for too long for me not to return the favor.

Her salty perfume makes me lightheaded and I can’t resist a small taste. My tongue dips down as far as it can reach to flick against the top of her cleft.

“Oh, God!” Her hips lurch as my tongue feathers against the centimeter where her folds begin. “Oh my God! That’s way too hot!”

Her ass bounces as I dig deeper, just the tip searching for her pearl of nerve endings. Every time her ass leaps, thrusting her hips into the air—momentarily suspended—it allows me to pull her shorts further down the curve of her derriere.

“Mmmmm,” I moan against her hooded flesh. “And you thought I needed frosting to taste this.” I keep fluttering my tongue against the swollen folds that hide her clit, making her moan and writhe and beg me to give her a proper tasting.

After several minutes of torturing her, I’ve finally got her shorts and lacy underwear low enough that they’re strung taught against her upper thighs and her ass and pussy are bared.

She’s frosted with her own glaze of heat and it’s so beautiful my cock is pressing painfully against my zipper, wanting to be free. Her frosted pussy in my office is an image that’s going to haunt me for life, but even without the charged atmosphere of the sunlight and the fact that I was at work, she’s just as slick and enticing. It’s so humid that her whole body is misted, but the treat in front of me smells like a sin I want to spread all over my cock, then watch her ride me till she breaks this hammock.

From this angle, she isn’t fully spread, not like when she was on my desk, but I have enough access to hook my chin over her strung panties and lick down her whole inflamed seam.

Olivia’s hands fly to her face to muffle something loud and indecent. I lash her again just to hear her unravel, and then I keep doing it until her throat is raw and graveled.

If Georgia O’Keeffe could paint the view I see from this angle—with her cunt rippling and her belly taught and those beautiful mounds of her breasts blushing pomegranate—fuck, I’d buy that original painting in a heartbeat and I’d mount it on my wall like a heathen. I don’t want to forget what she looks like trembling under me.

I push my thumb through her slick folds, plowing her open and exposing the swollen pearl of her clit to me. “Olivia, you’re a dirty girl,” I scold, and her thighs tremble as her pussy sucks on my thumb because I haven’t properly given her my cock or my tongue. “I think I need to punish you for flashing this hot tart in my office and then making me wait before I could devour it.”

I ring her clit with my thumb and she bucks, her pussy clenching with excitement.

“Edwin,” she pants. “If I knew you were going to start talking dirty to me, I would have followed you into that bathroom that day in your office and begged you to fuck me.”

I thrust my thumb inside her and cover her clit with my mouth, my dual assault making her cream and cry out. I suck hard on her throbbing nub, my lips buttered as my tongue rings and lashes. I think about how she took me on the Flambé rooftop—thoroughly and with abandon—and I’m going to make sure she’s just as ravaged.

I work her till her gasps are raw, stroking and teasing and sucking, giving her two fingers and then three—but pulling back every time she’s close to orgasming. I feel her pussy ripple on my touch and I slow my assault, causing her to beg and snarl as I so rudely soften my charge.

She’s so delirious, she’s managed to push her shorts and panties all the way down to her ankles, thrashing naked in the hammock with her thighs opened wide for me. It’s so fucking hot that I feel like I’m as thick as a stallion, and if I drove myself deep between her folds, she’d be so wet she’d take me in one hot plunge to the hilt.

If that wasn’t hot enough, Olivia’s turned so feral she’s been running her own hands over her tits and stomach as if her whole body were as sensitive and aroused as her clit and every brush of her skin brings her closer and closer to unraveling.

I lash my tongue deep inside her, making her skin shudder and clench several more times as I bring her to the brink of orgasm and then pull back. She’s so caught up in the ebb and pull that she doesn’t notice what I’m doing with my hands.

My mouth sucks her pussy, but my fingers are unhooking those shorts from her ankles and dropping them to the floor so she’s fully naked in the hammock. My tongue licks her full length, clit to entrance, inside and back again, but my hands are unbuckling my pants. Her thighs are trembling as I pull the condom out of my pocket, tear it open, and slide it over my rock-hard length. I suck on her bud, lash and pleasure her, stealing gasps and breath, before pulling back to adjusting my hips so I’m between her open legs. Her hands are on her face, totally gone from my oral assault, that she doesn’t see me position myself at her entrance and—

“Oh God!” Her eyes flash open and she jolts up in shock as my cock pushes between her folds and slides inside her hot tart. “Edwin! Oh God, you’re—!”

Her eyes widen as my cock stretches and enters her.

“Oh, wow!” she praises.

I pull back and start pumping before she has a chance to finish her gasp, my cock thrusting into her powerfully as she gawks at each wicked plunge.

“You’re so—” she moans. “Oh God!”

She seems to still be registering the shock and excitement that I’m inside her and we’re fucking as all the freckles on her tits and cheeks and neck flush hot pink.

For all the times she’s shocked me, it’s surprising to see the tables turned as she whispers my name like it’s a prayer, and completely submits.

I kiss her hotly, using the swing of the hammock to slide in and out of her. Her cunt starts to ripple and spasm and I know she’s only moments from orgasm.

“Edwin! I’m—”

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