Page 118 of Capri

I grin. “It would be a shame to put it to waste then, wouldn’t you say?” I settle myself on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. The feel of Jones’ calloused hands gliding across the curves of my hips floods my body with heat.

I moan. “See. When you touch me like this, all I can think about is riding your face. Feeling your tongue eat my pussy like you’re fucking famished.”

He squeezes the globes of my ass. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want me to taste you, tell you how starved I am for your pussy? Because I can do that.”

My head falls back, and Jones takes the opportunity to pepper kisses along my heavy cleavage before licking a line up the length of my neck.

“Mhmm. Just like that,” I cry, my core throbbing.

As if he knows, he swiftly grabs the fabric of my panties and pulls, the thin material straining tightly against my clit.

I could combust.

His chuckle is deep. “That’s it. Just what I like to hear. That sharp little breath you take when the pleasure becomes too much but you don’t want it to end. Like a greedy little slut. Aren’t you, Capri?”

“I’ll be anything you need if it gets you to fuck me,” I say breathlessly.

“You’ve come so far from the sweet woman I met in Italy.”

Having had enough of the talking, I ghost my lips along the shell of his ear. “Learned from the best. Now, you gonna take care of me, or should I do it myself?”

The switch has flipped. Gone is my gentle Jones and awakened is the savage Jones I’ve come to love just the same.

Love.

There’s no doubt, no question, no worry in my mind that I love him.

“Take my cock out, Capri. You get to choke on it before I fuck you.”

Thought you’d never ask.

“Happy to, Captain.”

I slide off Jones’ lap and settle myself between his legs. Still suited to perfection, I unbuckle his pants and slide down his navy dress pants.

I smile. “This cock for me?” I ask him, boxers coming off next.

“You bet your ass it is, baby,” he says. “Let’s see what you can do with it.”

That’s all the direction I need before taking him all the way. No breath, no time to catch up, just Jones’ massive cock hitting the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he exhales. “I never doubted you. Give me some more.”

With pleasure.

My tongue runs up the underside of his shaft as I thrust him in and out of my mouth. The hiss that leaves Jones’ lips only makes me hungrier to please him. Hungrier to hear the animalistic growls I know he’s capable of.

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

Tears run down my cheeks as his grip moves to my hair, shoving me on his cock and bruising the back of my throat. I moan through the roughness because it feels so fucking good.

I never knew how much I’d love to be tossed around and praised.

I suck on his length, reaching for his balls and rubbing them with the tips of my fingers. My lips graze his tip before taking him deep again and choking on his fullness.

In one swift movement, I’m pulled free and flipped onto my back on the bed. Jones locks eyes with mine before standing and taking the rest of his clothes off.

“Even now, my heart is still racing,” he says, surprising me with his vulnerable admission. “The same way it did when I first saw you. It’s never changed, Capri.”

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