My Enemy’s Daughter

HENRICO ZATTANI

I wake up, stretch my arms out to ward off the laziness, and turn to find the youngest Leal curled up in my sheet with a satisfied expression on her face. A smile plays across my lips and my body lights up at the scene, images of us from last night coloring my thoughts.

I curse under my breath, controlling myself not to touch her and reinstate her in a cruder way than last night.

Unfortunately, we didn’t get much further than kissing or biting, though my hunger for her was as great as what her gauze showed me. Fuck, the bruise on her shoulder indicates that I bit, sucked, and sucked her white skin with all my might.

A huge desire.

I could have gone further with her, we could have explored the limits of each other’s sanity together, but no, Guilhermino had to be on time and be a fucking empath. At least it came on my fingers before the asshole arrived, and good, that was the prettiest train I’d ever seen. Amelia Leal horny and rocking wildly in my lap was sexy as fuck, but the girl climbing up and moaning my name fucked my head on a level I haven’t yet measured. The memory is so vivid in my memory that it’s like going back to that moment.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Henrico…” He moans my name, arching his back more and offering himself to me.

I suck on her breasts, taking turns, unable to choose just one to pamper. Tasty papaya, discounting all the time I spent in jail and couldn’t enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.

“Delicious.” I affirm, licking her sensitive pout and pulling it with my teeth, feeling her skin become more sensitive under my touch. I laugh, knowing she’s enjoying my treatment.

She rolls over in my lap in response, groaning naughty for me to continue.

“We can’t…” He tries to pull away, suffering a crisis of conscience.

I growl, smacking her ass, still covered by her jeans.

“We can do anything, honey. Be the bad girl you want to be, come on, show me what you’ve got and stop talking nonsense.” I bite his chin in punishment, dragging my hand from his ass forward, brushing my fingers over the button of his pants, pulling them open.

I growl at the feel of the soft lacy fabric all wet with her arousal.

“Fuck honey.” Released, maddened by the indecency of the moment. The feeling of being forbidden makes everything more exciting. We both moan, filled with pleasure and lust. The clear eyes attentive to mine, completely surrendered. Mine. She keeps moving, over and over, even as my hand slips inside her panties and my finger finds her swollen mound. Amelia gasps and screams and digs her nails into my bare shoulders in response.

” Fuck, you’re dripping on me. All soft and wet, just for me.” I kiss her mouth again, massaging her clit with my fingers.

“Oh my God!” she cries out, moaning loudly as I pull up her little mound and massage it.

I laugh slyly, licking her cheek and leaving a bite there.

“Did you like it, dear?” I ask, holding her throat as she makes low, needy sounds.

“Yes.” she says with difficulty, her eyes taking on a new shade of green.

I smile again, liking his answer. I hint that I’m going to stick a finger in her channel to test her reaction, the girl bites her lip and tilts her head back, but I catch her pained expression. I stop the penetration and play with her clit, kissing her neck, shoulders and mouth softly, finding the courage to ask what I’ve suspected for some time.

“Do not stop.” she says, rolling against my finger, trying to force penetration.

I frown, confused by their opposing reactions but controlling my own desire.

“I’m not a virgin.” confess, putting an end to my doubt.

I feel a bitter taste in my mouth knowing that she once belonged to someone else.

“Who?” I growl, not controlling the possessiveness in my tone.

She bats her eyelashes seductively, rocking her hips toward my hand. I pull away, but I place both hands on the side of her head and pin her to the bed.

“What?” she asks confused.

“How many men have you been with?” I demand an answer.

“I don’t know.” responds.

I lower my mouth to her neck and bite.

“That many?” I growl, curling my hands into fists. She stops moving.

“What are these questions?”

I shrug.

“You know what? I don’t care, I’ll make you forget about them all.” I push aside the feelings of anger and possession and focus on the beautiful emeralds that are her eyes. They stare at me expectantly, and I kiss her furiously on the mouth, experiencing something slow and romantic when she protests.

“It’s been a long time.” she says and I raise an eyebrow.

“It was with a classmate, we weren’t even dating, but it happened. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t the best experience of my life either. We fucked and that was it.” She says, looking at me fearfully, expecting me to judge her at some point.

I smile and she doesn’t understand me.

“Only one then?” I ask smugly.

She bites her lip and affirms positively.

“Let’s erase the asshole from your memory, honey. I’ll make it up to you for the bad fuck he gave you.”

I kiss her softly on the mouth to seal the promise and she smiles.

“I want your worst.” she murmurs mid-kiss, trapping my hips between her legs.

I nod, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Was it just him?” I say the only question that crosses my mind.

“You do not believe me?”

“Only once?” I ask and she confirms yes again.

A predatory, possessive smile takes over my mouth, exposing all my teeth. I speed up the circular motions against her mound of pleasure and step

suck her neck.

“You’re my darling. Forget about that brat, I’ll give you real pleasure. Only me.” I growl, taking her mouth in mine and kissing her sincerely. We both moan and I push my index finger into her pussy, pushing it inch by inch.

“Fuck, do you know how tight it is? ” I growl at her, pulling my finger out and pushing it back in, getting good back and forth.

Her breasts bounce as she tries to match my finger.

“That’s it, Amelia. Let me fuck you with my hot finger, beautiful. Soon it’ll be my cock in that tight little pussy. ” She licks her lips, speaking inaudible words in response to my dirty verbiage.