Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

The next morning, delicious smells and music drew me to the kitchen. Walking down the hallway, I noticed the dogs were content and Mushu was happily basking under his heat lamp. Did he feed them already?

Entering the kitchen, I found Rosario dancing around, cooking French toast. Giggling, I hugged him from behind. “I must be dreaming,” I murmured, resting my cheek against his back. “There's no way there's a handsome man in my kitchen making me breakfast.”

His broad, tanned hands, which had once held weapons, now wielded spatulas with equal precision—deftly flipping the French toast, its golden surface sizzling softly in the pan. His dark hair, slightly disheveled from running his hands through it, framed a face that was all sharp angles and rugged charm. Those green eyes, intense and knowing, caught my gaze as he glanced over his shoulder, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You know, I've been told my French toast is legendary,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

I went to sit on a stool, leaning forward. “Is that so?” I teased, my eyes trailing down his body. “I'm always up for trying something new.”

Rosario chuckled, sending a wave of heat through me. “Challenge accepted,” he said, flipping the last piece of French toast. He walked around the island, his eyes holding mine.

Oh, my… Rosario stepped between my legs, his thighs brushing mine. Heat radiated off him, and the scent of woodsmoke and spice filled my senses. My heart pounded, yearning for his touch.

Rosario reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, dipping down to cup my breast through my thin t-shirt. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. “You like that, don't you, Sanova?” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You like it when I touch you like this.”

Fuck me. I bit my lip, nodding, my eyes locked onto his. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. It's been so long…

Rosario leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing kiss. “Tell me what you want, Sanova,” he said, his breath hot on my mouth. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

My eyes widened, unable to hold back the words. “I want you to fuck me, Rosario,” I said, my voice clear and firm. “I want you to bend me over this counter and fuck me hard.”

Rosario's cock throbbed at my words. He grabbed me, his hands gripping my ass, lifting me up and onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. He leaned in, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged inside, tangling with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth. “Fuck, Sanova,” he growled, breaking the kiss. “You taste so fucking good.”

The dogs trotted away, leaving us without an audience, as he yanked my shirt off, tossing it aside. My nipples were hard, straining towards him, begging for his attention. He obliged, cupping one breast, his thumb circling the nipple, while his other hand reached behind me to unhook my bra. Instantly, the lacy fabric fell away, exposing me to him. Rosario groaned, his mouth descending, capturing one peak, then the other, sucking, biting, teasing me until I was writhing beneath him, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Rosario…” I panted, my head thrown back, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me. “Ah, that feels so good.”

“We're just getting started, baby,” he said, his voice rough with desire. He stepped back, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve, every dip. His hands went to his belt, unfastening it with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want to see you naked, Sanova. I want to see that tight little pussy of yours.”

My breath hitched at his filthy words, my heart pounding faster in my chest. I reached down, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, pushing them down over my hips. I kicked them off, my eyes never leaving Rosario's.

He groaned, his cock straining against his zipper, eager to be free. “Fuck, Sanova. You're fucking gorgeous inside and out.” He pushed his jeans and boxers down, his hard cock springing free, standing proud and erect.

My eyes widened at the sight, my tongue darting out hungrily to wet my lips. I reached out, my hand wrapping around his shaft, my thumb rubbing over the pre-cum beading at the tip. Rosario's breath hissed out between his teeth, his hips jerking forward, fucking my fist. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own.

“Sanova,” he moaned, his hands going to my shoulders, pushing me back onto the counter. “I need to taste you.”

I lay back, my head resting on the cool marble, my legs dangling over the edge. Rosario pushed my thighs apart, his broad shoulders settling between them. He looked up at me, his green eyes dark with desire. “You have the sweetest pussy, Sanova. I could eat you out all day.”

I moaned, my hips bucking as his tongue found my center, circling it, teasing it, before sucking it into his mouth. “Rosario,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him there. “I need more.” My voice was a sultry whisper, my chest heaving as I watched Rosario devour my pussy. The sight of his dark head between my thighs, his tongue lashing against my bud, was almost enough to make me come undone.

Almost.

“Rosario, please,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his greedy mouth. “I need you inside me. Now .”

“Not yet, Sanova,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I want to taste you. I want to make you come on my tongue.” He dove back in, his tongue plunging further.

My vision blurred, and I could feel my walls clenching around him, as I climbed closer to ecstasy. “Rosario!” I screamed, my hips grinding against his face. Buster peered around the corner concerned, and I immediately shooed him away. “I'm close. So close.” Arching my back off the counter, I said, “Rosario, I'm coming.” My voice was ragged, my head spinning as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.

He growled, his tongue lapping at my juices, his thumb never slowing, drawing out my orgasm until I was a quivering mess beneath him.

My God…

Before I could catch my breath, he was on his feet, his hands gripping my hips, flipping me over onto my hands and knees. I gasped, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the cool marble surface, my ass high in the air.

“Damn,” Rosario groaned, his hands squeezing my ass, his thumbs brushing against my wet pussy. “You look fucking incredible like this.”

I looked back at him, my hair a wild tangle around my shoulders. “Fuck me, Rosario,” I pleaded like my life depended on his cock inside me. “Fuck me hard.”

With a growl, he lined himself up, his cock brushing against my slit, coating himself in my juices.

“Oh, please.” I moaned, pushing back against him, eager to feel him inside me.

“Not so fast, Sanova. I want to savor this.”

Who's playing hard to get now?

He slapped my ass, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, making me moan and squirm. I tried to push back again, to force him inside me, but he continued to hold me in place.

“Do you want me to beg? Stop teasing me and fuck me, Rosario.” My pussy clenched, aching to be filled by his thick cock.

Rosario continued to chuckle, low and deep, enjoying my torment. “As you wish,” he said, his voice laced with promise. He gripped my hips hard, his fingers digging into my flesh, and slammed into me with one powerful thrust.

Tears dripped from my eyes as I cried out, my fingers slipping on the marble countertop as he buried himself balls-deep inside me. “Fuck! You're so big. But, it feels so good.” I whimpered.

“You feel amazing, Sanova,” Rosario gritted out, his hips starting to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in. “I love how your pussy grips me like it doesn't want to let me go.”

“It doesn't,” I cried, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. I was addicted to him and his cock. “I don't want you to ever stop fucking me.”

Rosario growled, his fingers digging deeper into my hips, bruising my soft flesh. “Don't worry, baby. I'm not going anywhere now that I've claimed this beautiful pussy. I'm going to fuck you all day long.”

Right when I was about to unleash the floodgates all over the place. My phone rang…and it kept ringing. I noticed it was Anika and I answered it with a groan and completely out of breath. Rosario continued at a punching pace and it took everything in me to not scream into the phone. “It's Anika,” I managed to say. “Hey, Anika, what's up?”

Her voice came through the line, frantic and tearful. “Sanova, it's the hospital! It's… it's on fire !”

My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach and I suddenly felt faint. “What?! Are you okay? Is everyone okay?”

Rosario slid his cock out of me, and helped me down from the counter, his eyes widening with concern.

Anika's sobs were heart-wrenching. “I don't know. I just got here, and the fire department is trying to put it out. I don't know what to do!”

“Stay there, Anika. I'm on my way.”

Rosario was already dressed when I turned around. “What's going on?”

“The hospital's on fire," I said, grabbing my clothes and keys. “We need to go.”

Without another word, we rushed out the door, the dogs barking anxiously behind us. As we sped towards the hospital, my thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and worry. I had no idea what we would find when we got there.

Arriving at the hospital, I was devastated. Flames engulfed the building, destroying everything I had built. I collapsed, overwhelmed by grief as firefighters battled the blaze. Rosario comforted me as I grieved with my employees.

“Who would do such a thing?” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper. How did this day go from being the best to the worst in the blink of an eye?