Alejandro
Fucking hell.
Lucia is pure temptation I was never going to be able to resist.
Resisting would have been saying good night at the dinner table and a promise to see her tomorrow. That was the plan I contemplated on my way home.
After the shit this morning Cristiano brought to my attention, I wanted to go to my office and brainstorm. The plan changed the moment I saw Lucia.
That was when I wanted her. Or rather, I should say, I wanted her more than I previously did.
I promised myself a little taste knowing one touch would ruin me.
Resisting became even harder when I saw and felt how badly she wanted me, too. I run my hands through the silky fibres of her hair, grabbing a handful as she sucks my cock.
I love how responsive and submissive she is. I love the beautiful sight of her head bobbing up and down my length, tasting me, her mouth working me like she wants to take everything.
Her tongue strokes down my shaft and swirls around the tip of my dick, hardening me as she explores me. I grow in her mouth and groan as pleasure laces through every fibre of my body.
Fuck, I need this. I crave it, and getting what I want from her is doing exactly what I wanted it to do. I’m getting lost in her, and she’s distracting me.
All I can think about is how she feels, and every problem I have is outside this room, at least for the moment, not with me, clawing through my fucking mind.
“Such a good girl,” I grate out, savouring the sensation of her mouth.
While she sucks, I caress her skin, her hair, her face. Everything about her is so soft and tempting to touch.
Damn it, I just wanted a taste. I just wanted to feel those lips around my cock, but now I want more. She’s too good at this, and she feels too good to stop her now.
My pulse quickens, galloping as the blood rushes to my dick, and I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to have any kind of professional relationship with this woman. How, when I’m going to want more of this?
I saw the way Estelle looked at her at dinner, and I got the feeling she didn’t like Lucia. I’ve known Estelle long enough to guess exactly what she was thinking, and she’d be right.
I detected disapproval on the phone earlier, but she wouldn’t have said so on the phone. I saw it for myself, though, as she looked at Lucia. What she saw was not someone who was fit to take care of my little girl. She saw her the same way Cristiano did—a fuck toy for me.
I can’t say I knew she wouldn’t think that, and that was why I purposely avoided showing her the picture of Lucia. I suppose I’ll hear what Estelle truly thinks at some point. I don’t know if I’ll see sense then, or if I’ll have the heart to.
The thought of anyone taking this pleasure away infuriates me, and I find myself pumping harder.
I need more. The urge makes me stand, and I grab her hair, so I can fuck her face. She takes me deep, so deep a tear runs down the side of her cheek, but she doesn’t stop, or stop me.
Instead, my perfect little nanny sucks harder my dick and faster, giving me what I need.
As she increases her suckle, her exposed breast bounces wildly, like it’s waving at me for attention. So, I give it, catch it, massaging the pleading nipple begging for my tongue. The moment I touch her, a moan of pleasure caresses my length. The sound makes my balls tighten, and I nearly blow my load when Lucia takes her neglected breast and starts massaging, too. That’s my job, and right now, I have all sorts of things I want to do to her while I’m tasting.
I catch her off guard when I pull out of her mouth and lift her top over her head.
“Better?” I ask with a smirk.
“Yeah.”
She stands, taking off her bra, and I take a moment to appreciate her perfect body. The same body I fantasized about all fucking day.
Topless with just her little skirt on and her hair wild, she looks like an erotic mermaid. Not the innocent fairy-tale being Mia thinks she is.
“Is that better?” she asks in a sultry voice.
“Fuck yeah. Take off your panties, too, but leave the skirt on.” I like the way the skirt shows off her ass.