Caprice turns around as Sergio moves his hands down to her ass, his strong hands squeezing. He kisses Caprice firmly, his tongue pushing apart her lips, sucking on her tongue.
Caprice reaches down, grasps Sergio’s cock, hard and swollen. She is hot and wet, hungry, ready to take all ten inches. He lifts Caprice and she wraps her long tanned legs around his waist as he guides himself into her, fucking Caprice up against the shower wall, the warm water dripping over their bodies.
“Ahh…….yes, Sergio……..fuck me, harder,” Caprice moans, as Sergio pumps even faster, Caprice’s lovely breasts bouncing and jiggling.
Sergio bends down, licks one of her nipples, then clamps down on it, sucking, then biting it. Caprice moans with pleasure, the sensation of Sergio’s mouth on her nipples causing her to fall over the edge.
Caprice bucks against Sergio, moaning his name. Sergio slams his cock into her as she shudders, her orgasm coursing throughout her body.
Sergio, still hard and ready for his release, kisses Caprice. “You know what I want, mia bella,” he whispers, his voice heavy with lust.
“Mmm…….yes, I know,” Caprice says, licking her lips. She gets down on her knees, the warm water running down her back, down her ass. She takes Sergio in her mouth, sucking just the head of his cock while she cups his tight balls.
“Take it all, mia bella,” Sergio growls, his cock ready to explode. Caprice opens her mouth wide, taking all of his cock, his head hitting the back of her throat.
God, I love this man’s cock, Caprice thought, closing her eyes.
Sergio looks down at Caprice, the sight of her sucking him turning him on even more. He loves watching her head bob up and down on him, her full lips wrapped around his cock.
“Suck it, come on, faster,” Sergio says, his hands in her wet hair. He can feel himself getting close, ready to pop any second. He grabs Caprice’s head, fucking her mouth faster now. Caprice looks up at him with her gorgeous, smoldering dark eyes, her mouth stuffed with his cock.
“Ahhh…….” Sergio moans, shooting his thick, salty come in Caprice’s mouth as she swallows it all down.
After a few moments, Sergio pulls Caprice up. “That was incredible, mia bella,” he says, kissing Caprice deeply. He never had a woman suck him off the way Caprice does.
“Yes, it was,” Caprice murmurs contentedly, her orgasm just what she needed to start the day.
Caprice, refreshed from the shower and orgasm, gets dressed in a Versace black leather mini, fitted red sweater, and Jimmy Choo knee-high boots – a casual look for Caprice. She admires her reflection in the mirror, turning from side to side, satisfied with her choice of outfit.
“Sergio, when will we be leaving London?” Caprice asks, trying to conceal the impatience she was feeling.
“Soon.” Sergio turns his back to Caprice, facing the terrace overlooking Hyde Park, the first time he’s noticed the view since arriving.
Caprice rolled her eyes. “Soon? What does that mean, exactly?”
Sergio turned back around, facing Caprice. “It means soon. I have work to do here.”
“Yes, mio caro,” Caprice says, deciding not to push it. “Well, what shall I do in the meantime?” Caprice asks innocently, hoping he would take the bait.
Sergio knew what to do to pacify Caprice. He pulls out a wad of cash, peels off several bills, and hands them to her.
“Here, mia bella. Take this and have fun,” Sergio says. He pauses, then peels off another couple of bills, feeling generous after Caprice swallowed his come.
“Grazie, amore mio,” Caprice said, lowering her eyelashes, smiling. Suddenly all thoughts of leaving London vanish from Caprice’s mind.
She leaves after kissing Sergio goodbye, happily strutting through the hotel lobby, all eyes on her. Caprice giggles as a male passerby stared, unable to take his eyes off her, while the man’s wife glared at her.
She exits the hotel, the doorman nodding to her. The limo was waiting for her at the curb.
“Harrods, please,” Caprice sang out to the chauffeur.
Sergio paced inside the hotel suite, cursing Nick Stone. He was supposed to meet the son-of-a-bitch today. It was the entire reason for being in fucking London, Sergio thought angrily. And not a single word from Nick. No call, no text, no message. Nothing.
Sergio was done with this fucker. Oh, he’d meet with Nick, hear him out. Then, once Sergio returned to Naples, it would be over for Nick. Sergio would make sure of it. He would put his best men on it. Nick would be pumped full of lead and thrown out in the fucking ocean for wasting Sergio’s precious time.
He picks up his phone again, checking to see if Nick had called or texted. Furiously, Sergio throws his phone down. He considers calling Nick, but decides against it. Nick works for him, so Nick should be contacting him, not the other way around. Clenching his fist, he punches a hole in the wall, unable to control his fury.
After hitting the wall, Sergio feels slightly better and pours himself a glass of red wine. He downs the entire glass in two gulps, pours himself another glass.