She had been just eighteen years old when I first wanted to fuck her. If she had been older, I would have lifted up her dress and fucked her against the wall outside the party. But she was too young, too innocent. I was an asshole to the worst degree…but I wouldn’t do something like that. We were still the same number of years apart, but now she was a grown woman, a woman with confidence and experience.
Judging from the way she fucked me, she knew exactly what she was doing.
Her hands glided up my chest, and she kissed me like she never wanted it to end. When she’d looked at me in the bar, her gaze had been full of dislike. But now she touched me like she couldn’t live without me, like I was her reason to keep breathing.
After a few minutes of heated kisses, she pulled away and ran her fingers through her hair. Her eyes glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand and checked the time. “It’s getting late…” She tried to move off me.
“No.” I grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back on top of me. “I’m not done.”
“It’s almost eleven.”
“And when it’s midnight, it’ll be just as late.” My hand glided into her hair once more, pulling it from her beautiful face. Her makeup had been washed away by the sweat, but that somehow made her more stunning. She looked like a woman who had just been fucked, and since I’d done the fucking, it was a turn-on.
“What kind of batteries do you run on?” she asked, her fingertips lightly stroking my chest. She referred to my sexual prowess, my surprising endurance.
“You.”
She tilted her head slightly.
“If I were that horny all the time, I would never leave the house. You make me this way.” I didn’t want her to get off my lap, to take away that sexy ass and those gorgeous tits. I wished I could come home to her open legs every night, just slide between her thighs and fuck her before I went to sleep.
“You make me this way too…” Her eyes dropped so she could watch her hands. She still possessed a hint of shyness, a small resemblance to the girl I’d met on the balcony. She’d grown into a confident woman since then, but it was nice to see the vulnerable side of her once in a while.
“Then we should do this more often.”
“I wish…but we can’t get caught.”
Gustavo wouldn’t be pleased to know I was fucking his stepdaughter, but because of our business arrangement, he wouldn’t do anything about it. I didn’t care if her mother knew about it. But I suspected Sofia would be embarrassed if her family had any information about her personal life, and if she knew I was a drug dealer, she would probably be disturbed by that…even though her family members were also criminals. “It makes it more fun that way.”
She gently moved off me, letting my dick and the condom slide out of her. She rolled to my side and lay down, her perfect body on display for me to enjoy.
I grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned off before I lay flat on my back.
She stared at me. “How do you feel about cuddling?”
I patted my chest.
She smiled and moved into me, inserting her leg between my knees while resting her head on my shoulder. Her arm draped over my waist, her fingertips slightly exploring the grooves of muscle of my physique. “So…what do you with Gustavo?”
I knew the question would come up. It was also obvious that Gustavo wasn’t giving her any information. I gave her the truth but left out all the good stuff. “I’m his banker.”
“His personal banker?”
“No. For the Tuscan Rose. He uses my bank for the hotel’s finances, and I help manage his payments and assets. He has a hefty loan from me, and I invest his profits to pay off the loan quicker.” The specifics didn’t matter. When her family was ready to come clean, she would know then. It wasn’t my place to get involved.
She accepted the information without prying further. Her fingers continued to explore my body, and her body softened as she relaxed into me. Her curves were so perfect, her sexy hips and her tiny little waist. Her straight brown hair was exquisite, so nice to fist when I wanted to anchor her in place. Her bottom lip was shaped like a bow, and it was as plump as a cherry, full of juice I wanted to suck dry.
Fucking beautiful.
She could be a damn model if she wanted, command a ridiculous salary to be on billboards all over the world. She could be the highest-paid courtesan in Europe, gaining millions of euros for just a single night of her time.