The Devil's Plaything

“I’m going to visit a friend, little one,” he tells her gently, as he presses a kiss to her forehead. He’s good with her, with Julio as well. I’m thankful I have him in my life.

“Oh no,” Sofía goes to him, touching his arm. “Why? Where are you off to?”

He smiles at my wife, and my blood simmers. “There’s someone I’ll be meeting in New York. I told you about her,” he tells Sofía, and she grins.

“Yes, I’m so excited.” She turns her attention to me. “I’m so glad you’re letting him go.” My wife closes the distance between us and pulls me into a hug, before pressing her lips to my stubbled cheek.

“Yeah, I’m such a good guy,” I mumble around my cigar, before Javi picks Juliet up and takes Julio’s hand.

He offers me a wink before he takes them to the door. “We’ll go see how the birthday party set-up is going,” he tells us with mischief in his blue eyes. Asshole. Running away from me before I have time to admonish him for not telling me everything. “Come on, grandpa,” he calls to Hector who’s already on his feet. He’s been a godsend in Sofía’s world after her trauma. And being around the kids has brought us together as a family.

“It seems you’re the confidante now,” I remark once we’re alone, as I settle in my chair and pull Sofía into my lap. She straddles me easily, and I revel in her warmth.

“Jealous much?” Sofía challenges me, and I can’t help my palm from twitching with the need to spank her pretty ass.

“I am.” Nodding, I pull her closer, I steal her lips with my own and dip my tongue into her mouth. She’s warm and sweet, deliciously intoxicating. Her body shivers when I reach between us and press my fingers against her mound. “But I’m hard too, so take your clothes off, I’m fucking you on my desk.”

“You’re a caveman,” she laughs, but she obeys as she rises and pushes her panties down. The dress she’s wearing is perfectly hugging every fucking curve of her frame, and my cock appreciates it.

I spin her around, bending her over the desk, and hiking up her dress moments before I sink into her tightness. Fuck, she was made for me.

“Shit, Victor,” she mumbles, as I grip her hips, fucking her into the desk, hard and fast. I love how she enjoys this. The risks we take. My cock throbs, and my balls draw up. It’s been too long since we did this.

Reaching around, I circle her clit, taunting her for a few moments, before she mewls her release, which causes me to grunt out mine seconds later. The moment I feel my dick softening, I want another go at my wife.

“Perhaps we’ve got number three in there,” I tell her when I help her up and touch her stomach gently. The smile on her lips tells me that she may want that too.

“You’ve made me the happiest man on earth, juguete,” I tell her.

“And you’ve made me the happiest woman in this world, diablo,” she smiles.

THE END