Page 51 of Dark Breaker

My tongue is feeling better today. Maybe I’ll try to kiss her later. I also want to lick her pussy at some point. I bet it tastes fucking good.

While my tongue feels better, my cock isn’t in as nearly as good shape. I’ve never fucked anyone all night like that before. If this keeps up, I might have to look for some chaffing cream or something that I can apply to aid recovery.

So this is what married life feels like. Nights that are sleepless and days that are dominated by a sore cock.

I guess, like anything else in life, moderation is key. Though I’m not sure I can moderate with Rosa. She’s just too fucking hot. I didn’t actually intend to have sex with her last night. I wanted to tease her, punish her for her earlier behavior, but I couldn’t do it. I wanted her too badly, and what I did to her stretched the limits of my control. I had to have her.

I finish the shower and dry off. I slide some hand cream onto my dick, but thoughts of Rosa come to mind, and I can’t help the sudden boner I get. I resist the urge to masturbate, not wanting to inflict any further damage, preferring to save my cock for her.

Besides, if I really want to get off, I could simply go into the next room and have my way with her. She won’t resist. I can tell she wants me just as much as I want her. She can’t deny it anymore. Last night proved that amply.

After I put on a fresh pair of underwear, I leave the ensuite bathroom, but can’t find Rosa. I throw on a dress shirt and jeans and continue exploring. She’s not in the kitchen nor the living room.

I’m tempted to call her, but then I notice she’s left her new phone on the kitchen countertop. I’d rifle through it, but I already know it’s locked, and I don’t know the PIN code. There are probably ways around that, but I don’t really feel it’s worth the time and energy at the moment.

I find her on the private rooftop. She’s leaning her forearms on the railing and staring out across the Palermo skyline. She’s wearing my tuxedo shirt; it hangs down over her waist so that only her sensuous legs are visible.

I join her.

“The views are amazing,” she comments.

I glance at her. I’m tempted to lift up the hem of her shirt if only to confirm she’s not wearing any underwear, but if I do that I know it’ll be all over. I want to get at least some work done today.

“We should be on Corsica right now,” I tell her.

She gives me a curious look. “I thought we agreed we didn’t want a honeymoon?”

“Maybe that was a mistake,” I reply.

She studies me. “What were your words? ‘I don’t have time for a honeymoon?’ Too busy working, remember?”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Too busy. Even so, the vacation would have been… pleasurable.”

She gives me a flirtatious smile. “We can still plan something.”

I nod. “Maybe I’ll buy tickets. Surprise you.”

“Might be fun,” she agrees. “You know, we haven’t even been on a real date yet.”

“Didn’t we decide to keep our relationship strictly physical?”

She frowns and looks away. “Oh yeah.”

“I mean, you’re beautiful, but usually, whenever you open your mouth you spoil the mood…”

She gives me a withering look. “The same thing can be said of you, a-hole.”

I shrug. “We are what we are. This is why we agreed not to talk too much. We’ll just get on each other’s nerves and ruin the relationship.”

She sniffs. “Wouldn’t want your little alliance to sour so soon, huh? So no dates then. Fine. Where are my clothes, by the way?”

“Have you seen the boxes in the main hall?” I ask. “All your stuff is there. And your Vespa is in the parking lot downstairs. I left a spare key to the elevator next to your phone. Along with the passcode. Memorize it.”

“I will.” She heads for the stairs.

“By the way, I threw out all your leather jumpsuits,” I tell her.

She stops. “What?”