Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,36

my body. His teeth marks are on both tits and on my hip. I wash my hands and then look for a robe but find one of his white T-shirts. I put it over me and walk out to see him sitting down in one of the leather chairs. He is wearing one of the robes as he has his phone to his ear.

“That sounds good,” he tells them and opens his arms for me to sit on his lap. I look over and see covered plates on the table. I point toward the table, then walk over to it and pour myself a cup of coffee. My whole body aches when I take a sip and then sit down in the same chair he sat in last night. I put the cup to my lips again to hide the smile when I see my ass cheek mark on the table.

“What is that smile about?” Nico asks when he gets off the phone. He walks over to me, and I see his cock at half-mast. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it not hard before. “Morning.” He stops in front of me, and I’m ready to put my cup of coffee down and have his cock in my mouth. But he bends and kisses my lips.

“Hi,” I whisper back, holding his head in one of my hands and kissing him one more time. “Morning.”

“That look means trouble,” he says, sitting down in the chair next to me.

“Well, for one, I thought you were going to let me eat your cock for breakfast.” I wink at him as I see his cock spring into action. “Then my ass print is on this table.” I point at the table, and I see him laughing.

“I didn’t even notice,” he says. “I ordered everything on the menu,” he says, getting up and closing his robe when his cock comes out. He takes the silver domes off the food. “This we can have later.” He winks at me as he moves the bowl of strawberries over to the couch. He then picks up the phone. “Hi, can I get some whipped cream and some chocolate?”

“Two!” I shout at him as he hangs up the phone. “You’re not going to have all the fun,” I say, and he shakes his head.

We eat breakfast sitting next to each other when there is a knock on the door. He walks over to the door, and I hear voices. “Thank you,” he says, closing the door and coming back in carrying the big silver tray.

“They didn’t walk it in?” I ask, and he looks at me, walking to the living room area and sets down the tray.

“You’re naked,” he says, and I look down and see that the T-shirt is semi see-through, but my nipples are pebbled, making it a little bit more see-through than it should be.

I stand. “I’m not naked,” I say, putting my hands on my hips. He walks over to me and picks me up around my waist. He carries me over to the desk and puts me down on it. His hand goes into his pocket to grab a condom. My hands stroke his cock, working it with my hand. I’m about to take off the T-shirt when he rips the collar down under one of my tits.

My mouth opens in shock. His arm goes around my waist again, picking me up and slamming me down on his cock. My hands wrap around his neck as he carries us to the couch. He sits down as I straddle him. “Mine,” he says, leaning down and taking the nipple into his mouth as I move up and down. His hand goes to my hip as he guides me, and I watch him.

My head falls forward, and I grab his bottom lip between my teeth. His hand squeezes my nipple, sending a shiver down my whole body. “Fuck,” he hisses when I squeeze him with my pussy. “How does it get fucking better?”

I laugh, kissing him, and then place my hands on his knees behind me. I fuck him faster. He moves the shirt up and licks his thumb. He plays with my clit, his eyes never coming up again as he watches his cock disappear into me. “Faster,” I say, moving my hips, and he flicks it, and I come with his name on my lips. He lets me come down from it. His hands go to my hips, and just like that, I’m picked