"Good girl," I felt him smirk against my skin, nipping at it roughly.
And that's when I lost it. I let out a soft moan and felt my panties get more wet than they already were.
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"That is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, baby. I should...
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"Fuck yuh so good, mek yo feel like yo wah cry."
"Gio," I straddled his lap, kissing his neck.
"Bellissima, you're distracting me," he moaned, holding my waist.
"That's the goal," I smirked.
"I've got work to do," his voice was strained. I felt him get even more hard beneath me.
"But you've been working all day," I pouted, pulling away slightly.
"I'll be done in a few hours, amore, " he kissed my neck, pressing kisses down to my collarbone.
"That's okay, I'll just find something to occupy myself with," I shrugged as I hopped off his lap
"Like what?" He held onto my hand, looking at me in skepticism.
"Don't worry about it," I giggled as I hurried away.
As I walked out, I heard him mutter something to himself along the lines of me being the death of him.
I was dealing with two things at once. I was both horny and hungry. Truly a terrible combination. Zero out of ten, I would definitely not recommend.
I went into the large kitchen and excused the chef who was about to prepare our dinner. I had nothing to do so I decided it would be good to just give her the evening off.
I grabbed the stool and reached into the large pantry, taking out all of my ingredients. The food panty was more of a room, actually. It had everything we could possibly need.
I ended up making a simple meal which consisted of a baked macaroni and cheese, a honey glazed turkey, rice and peas, with some vegetables on the side.
The meal was nowhere near as full as the ones the chef prepares for us everyday. I did my best. I'd choose baking over cooking any day.
By the time I was done, I was hot and my clothes smelled like food and hard labour. I decided on taking a shower, letting everything cool while I did so.
I went back downstairs and plated everything, inviting Gio to eat.
"Did you make this?" He asked, stuffing his face with the Macaroni and cheese.
"Yeah, do you like it?" I asked, inspecting his facial expression.
"We might as well fire the chef," he nodded approvingly.
"Let's not make this a habit. I was just bored," I laughed, putting some food into my mouth.
"We'll see about that," he smirked. It looked like he knew something that I didn't.
"Yes, we will," I continued eating. I placed my foot on his chair, between his legs.
He stopped eating for a while and raised an eyebrow at me before smirking.
