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Caprice fucked Sergio just the way she liked to – with her on top, grinding on his massive cock, her tits in his mouth. Her orgasm was exactly what she needed – waves of exquisite pleasure surging through her body, making her feel powerful as she bucked against Sergio. Caprice then sucked him, even more expertly than usual, her technique causing Sergio to roll his eyes back in his head, moaning and groaning her name.

That’s right, enjoy it. Because you won’t be getting this for awhile, thought Caprice, narrowing her eyes at Sergio while she licked and sucked.

Then for the finale, Caprice lay on her back while Sergio stuffed his enormous cock in between her breasts, pumping away as fast as he could as Caprice pushed her breasts together. Sergio’s face contorted as he got closer, unable to control himself. He came all over gorgeous breasts, shooting out in long, hot spurts, the best orgasm he’d ever experienced.

Sergio rolled off Caprice, completely out of breath. Caprice promptly got up from the bed and took a quick shower. She walked back to the bedroom, Sergio still lying there, a contented look on his face, his eyes half closed. Caprice got dressed, began putting her jewelry back on.

“What are you doing, mia bella?” Sergio asked, sleepily. “Come back to bed, time for sleep.” He patted the side of the bed next to him.

“Not tonight,” Caprice said matter-of-factly. Caprice slipped on her stilettoes, sauntered across the room and picked up her purse.

She left with Sergio calling out her name, begging her to come back. “Fine!” he shouted, frustrated. “You’ll be sorry!”

No, Sergio, you’ll be sorry, Caprice thought as she left his villa. She got into her car, and sped off as quickly as she could.

Caprice ignored Sergio for the next two weeks. She refused to accept his phone calls, deleted his texts. She called in sick to work. Caprice even checked herself into the very comfortable and luxurious Royal Continental Hotel in Naples for a week, just in case Sergio got any crazy ideas and decided to show up at her apartment harassing her.

At first, all of this infuriated Sergio. He was not used to a woman treating him like this. Ignoring him! How dare she make a fool out of him! Then he became desperate. He realized how much he needed Caprice, how much he loved fucking her. She had gotten under his skin, and he was desperate to see her again. There was no other woman like Caprice Belmonte, and Sergio would do anything to get her back.

Finally after two weeks, Caprice decided to forgive Sergio. She had punished him long enough. Caprice hadn’t forgotten about her acting dream, and thought she could work Sergio down to where he would eventually agree to her career. Besides, she was missing his cock.

Caprice contacted Sergio, and he immediately answered her call. Sergio wined and dined her, taking her out to the most expensive, exclusive restaurant in Naples. He showered her with red roses, and presented her with a gorgeous pink sapphire necklace, her favorite color.

Later, they fucked all over his villa all weekend long – in the swimming pool, against a wall, in front of the bathroom mirror, everywhere. Even Sergio’s bodyguards wondered how much longer they would keep at it. Eventually, with both Caprice and Sergio sexually satisfied, they fell into a deep sleep. This time, Caprice decided to stay.

Sergio continued to lavish Caprice with gifts and presents, and had decided to surprise Caprice with a weekend trip to the Isle of Capri on his one hundred and twenty-five foot yacht, aptly named Il Piacere Ricercatore, The Pleasure Seeker. It was to be a weekend devoted to three of Caprice’s favorite pastimes – sun, shopping, and sex.

Caprice sipped her refreshing cocktail, thinking how nicely her planned had worked. They had returned to the yacht after doing some shopping in Capri. Sergio took her to Dolce & Gabbana, with Sergio buying half of the store for Caprice. She donned her new pair of sunglasses, modeling them for Sergio, while he sat on the dock, enjoying the show.

Time for a swim, thought Caprice. She stood, removed her sunglasses. Then removed her bikini top. She strutted to the edge of the yacht and executed a graceful dive into the warm Mediterranean Sea. Sergio’s two bodyguards, perched atop the yacht, binoculars in place, were falling all over themselves trying to get a better look at Caprice.

Sergio was aware of his men lusting after Caprice – you couldn’t blame them. What man wouldn’t lust after such a magnificent creature of a woman? However, they wouldn’t dare speak to Caprice, knowing full well that she belonged to him. Caprice was his possession, and any man had better think twice. Since Caprice’s return, Sergio was now even more possessive of her. He was not going to lose Caprice again – ever.

Caprice climbed the ladder of the yacht, returning from her swim in the sea. The warm sea water had invigorated her, tasting the salty sea on her lips. Water dripped off her body, her breasts, causing her nipples to stand to attention.

Sergio’s cock was standing to attention as well. Caprice gazed over at Sergio. He was staring, mesmerized by her raw sensuality. She loved the effect she had on him, the power it gave her.

Caprice walked over to Sergio. He was kicked back in a lounge chair, his arms behind his head, legs spread out in front of him, wearing a pair of swimming shorts. Caprice liked when Sergio was like this, so calm and relaxed.

“Mia bella, donna sexy,” Sergio whispered, cupping Caprice’s chin, then her breasts. Sergio kissed Caprice passionately, with such force that she almost fell back.

Caprice slithered in between Sergio’s legs, not before putting a pillow down for her knees. She pulled Sergio’s cock out, eyed it appreciatively. Caprice went to work, sucking Sergio like it was the very first time.

Sergio resumed his position, leaning back in the lounge chair, placing his hands behind his head, reveling in the warm sun and Caprice’s warm mouth.

Caprice continued to suck Sergio, holding his cock in one hand, while gently massaging his balls in the other.

I’ve got him just where I want him, Caprice thought, happily sucking away.

Chapter 24

After Alex dropped me off Sunday afternoon, I busied myself with preparing for work. We were still in the middle of developing the Cosmopolitan Hotel, still much to be done. I wanted to remain focused on the project, regardless of what was happening between me and Alex.

Alex and me. Us. The thought gave me a jolt of happiness,

like a giddy schoolgirl getting ready for her first date. Was there an ‘us’? I didn’t know. At least, not yet.

All of these thoughts swirled around in my brain, causing me to set my laptop aside, unable to concentrate on work at the moment. I looked at the clock. Six o’clock pm, London time. That would make it noon, her time. I picked up my phone, dialed her number. I needed to hear a familiar voice.


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