29. Antonio

Ihave a ton of work to do, but I sent my assistant home so I could play with my wife for the rest of the afternoon. I’m insane. This woman drives me beyond all reason, and has since the morning I visited her, after her father died.

Daniela whimpers into my neck as I stroke her pussy and slide two fingers inside. Every time her walls clench around them, my dick gets harder. This isn’t going to last long, and considering we’re in my goddamn office, it probably shouldn’t.

“I’m going to put you on your feet, and you’re going to undress. Take everything off—every single stitch of clothing, and be quick about it, because if I have to help, you’re not going to have anything but threads to cover your gorgeous body when you leave here.”

I find the rough patch on her walls and curl my fingers against it before sliding them out. Her desperate little moans fill the sultry air between us. “Don’t worry, meu amor.I’m going to take good care of you. Anything you don’t get now, you’ll get tonight. Over, and over, and over, until you beg me to stop.”

She teeters a bit, before she finds her footing.

“Keep your shoes on.” It’ll narrow the height difference and make it easier for me to fuck you against those windows.

Daniela saunters across the room to lock the door. I don’t say a word about it.

She decides two things any time we have sex: whether to lock the door, and whether to use her safeword. All other decisions are mine, unless I decide to hand her a bit of control. Although I rarely do, because even though she thinks she wants it, in the end she doesn’t enjoy the sex anywhere near as much—and as a consequence, neither do I.

After the lock is secure, she comes and stands a few feet away from me, her eyes burning with unfiltered passion as she slips out of her jacket and little dress.

I’m torn between watching her strip and ripping off my own clothes so we don’t waste a damn minute once she’s naked. But I can’t take my eyes off her.

Despite my warning, she’s moving at a leisurely pace. Entertaining me. Teasing me.

I stand and unbuckle my belt. When I pull it off, her eyes widen, and my little princesa sticks out her chin, daring me to strike her.

ButI don’t have the patience that kind of play requires. Not right now. Maybe tonight.

“Don’t tempt me. I’m hanging on by a single thread.”

She’s wearing a pale-lavender thong. There’s an innocence about the color that makes my dick thicker and harder. And despite what I told her a few minutes ago, those panties are mine.

“I changed my mind. Leave the thong for me.”

The little hellion smirks. My belt might be off the table, but my palm is itching to slap that gorgeous ass of hers.

Once her clothes are off, she watches me make quick work of my own. Her eyes slide all over my body—like she owns it. And right now, she does.

Without a word, I prowl toward her, my hand stroking my swollen cock. She’s riveted by every jerk of my wrist.

I back her toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the old city. “Turn around. Face the outside, with your hands on the glass.” I stand behind her, my cock pressing into her graceful back, and I gaze over the city. Our city.

“What do you see?”

“I see home,” she murmurs. “I see all the people who came before us, and everyone who will come after. I see the river of gold that brings life and prosperity to the region. And I see promise. So much promise.”

I see those things, too. Every time I look out these windows, I see them, too.

“Tell me what else you see, Princesa.” I run my hands over her flawless skin, lowering myself to the ground, so I can eat that delicious cunt I’ve been craving since she left. “Talk to me, Daniela,” I murmur, spreading her legs, and rimming her little hole before running my tongue to her pussy.

“Mmmm.” She sways forward, and I steady her.

“I love when you lick my pussy,” she whispers. “It feels so good.”

“As good as having my cock inside you?”

“No.” She gasps as I suck her clit into my mouth. “Nothing feels as good as that.”

I lick, and suck, and nibble, until her legs are trembling in my hands.

“Press yourself into the glass,” I demand, sliding up, and pinning her against the window with my body. “Let the cold glass make your nipples hard. So hard, they’ll etch your pleasure into the window so I can admire it every day.”

I place one hand on her belly and the other on her throat, and I sink balls-deep into her.

I feel the muffled scream leave her throat, as I watch her reflection in the glass. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open. She gasps, and I feel her pulse quicken as my thrusts become deeper and more erratic.

“Open your eyes, Princesa. Gaze over your city while I fuck you.”

Her fingertips curl on the glass as she gets closer to release. I let my hand find its way between her legs, as I keep up the punishing rhythm. She’s squirming madly, like she can’t decide if she wants my cock or my hand more.

She’ll have both. I tighten the grip on her throat, ever so slightly.

“Antonio,” she whimpers. “Antonio.”

My vision is spotty as I gaze at her reflection. Mouth open, eyes filled with lust.

I loosen my hold on her throat and press my palm to the window, bracing myself so that I don’t pound her right through the glass.

“Come for me, Princesa. Come all over my cock.”

When her muscles contract, I lower my head and sink my teeth into her neck. My princesa loves a bite of pain with her pleasure.

“Ahhhhh.” Her body bucks as the orgasm tears through her.

I’m done.

I pound my fist on the window as my balls tighten, and I empty myself inside her.