My Enemy’s Daughter

HENRICO ZATTANI

I laugh, gripping her thin neck and biting her pretty face.

“Ahh… I’m going to come, idiot.” He speaks, placing both hands on my shoulders and ripping my skin with his sharp nails.

I land on her firm breasts and bite them one at a time. I keep pushing into her tight channel, opening my labia majora for better access to her g-spot.

“Enjoy, beautiful. I want you handed to me, come on. Enjoy.” I order, licking the nipples of her breasts as I look deep into her eyes.

“Fuck, Henrico. I’m going to… ahhh!” Your body trembles against mine, your lips

she broke away letting out her last moan of pleasure, her vaginal wall squeezing my finger even harder, spilling her lubricating liquid all over my pants. I growl, enthralled by his expression.

“Mine.” I murmur, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss.

I push the memory away and lean my elbow on the bed, turning my body to the side to see her better, forgetting the memories to focus on the present. My eyes scan the exposed skin, looking for all the marks my desire has left on her body. If Guilhermino hadn’t arrived, I wouldn’t have stopped. Damn it! I just left her half naked in my room and went with him because we had a meeting scheduled with a potential client for a long time, a Croatian millionaire and a self-confessed admirer of agribusiness. It so happens that Guilhermino and I are betting on a new rice crop.

Although Rio Grande do Sul, in Brazil, is one of the largest states, if not the largest in the country in terms of cereal cultivation in hectares, there are studies that show that this state and others that also plant and export rice have been reducing their planted areas and buying from other countries, so with my business acumen and my friend’s passion for the land, I felt I should put my hand in the fire and invest. I bought a few miles of land in the country and I’m going to send my best friend soon to start the plantations and put everything in order. Something tells me that in the near future Brazilians will thank me for planting rice, that seed will be worth gold, but the fucking meeting, which should have lasted 40 minutes at most, took three boring hours.

My dick was hurting inside my pants and all. At that moment, the image of the girl arriving came into my mind and my despair increased.

When it was past two o’clock for the meeting and the Croatian couldn’t stop bragging about Brazil, I decided to ask one of the maids to take something straight to the room and serve it to Amelia there. When we managed to close a deal and I was able to return to the room, Guilhermino still held me for a long twenty minutes about how excited he was to finally close a big deal, saying he was proud of my effort, touch my parents name to soften my heart and give you a few more minutes of conversation.

My patience wore thin when he finally released me and said he needed to share the information with someone. I thought it strange and almost thought about asking who he was talking about, but my anxiety to go back to the room and see Amelia was greater, so I just shook my head and let him out of the big house without asking questions. However, the only thing I felt when I entered the room was frustration, as the reason for my most indecent desires was to sleep soundly, wearing only one of the shorts I wear to sleep. My mouth watered when I saw her bare stomach and hard breasts, exposed to torture me. I almost stepped on her and woke her up, but I reconsidered remembering the state she was in and how exhausted she must have been after our not “so” innocent romp, so I showered and joined her, snuggling into her slender, body. tempting.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I only realized that I fell asleep when I woke up this morning.

I trace her mouth with my fingertips, smiling at the grimace that forms on her face. She raises her hand and tries to shoo me away, as if I’m a mosquito disturbing her sleep. the nose, eyebrows and back to the mouth.

“Hey!” I say when she opens her eyes. A sympathetic smile tugs at her lips when she notices me, her lids half-closed, still heavy with sleep, and I kiss her right on her pointy nose, feeling extremely sentimental.

“Good morning.” Whisper.

“Good morning.”

I caress her face, drinking in her beauty like a fool, barely recognizing myself.

Damn.

What did this girl just out of her teens do to me?

“I didn’t see you come.” He mumbles, sniffing at the end of the sentence. I let out a low chuckle.

“You were already asleep and I didn’t want to wake you up.” I clarify, biting her chin. She laughs at my action, trying to pull her face away from my teeth.

“Excuse me.” He mutters, referring to the fact that he sleeps before he sees me.

“No problem. How are you feeling today?” I mean, really interested in your state of mind.

“Fine. I study his eyes, checking that he isn’t lying to me.” I nod when I realize that yes, she’s telling the truth.

“Excellent. Spend the day with me.” I ask, sounding sweeter than I’d like. She looks at me suspiciously, but her eyes glint with some thought I can’t read.

“Fine, but I need a shower before breakfast. Turn your face over there.” He points to the wall. I arch an eyebrow, silently asking if what he says is serious.

“Your breasts are scarred by my teeth, honey. Don’t be ashamed of it.” I say, smirking.

Her face pales before flushing red and I widen my smile, happy to accomplish my goal of embarrassing her.

“Turn your face away now, Henrico Zattani. He commands and raises my arms in surrender.

“You won, Amélia Leal.” I turn to the wall, watching out of the corner of my eye as she runs to the bathroom and locks herself inside.

I laugh at her premature shyness and lie on my stomach, overcome with sudden laziness.

My cell phone rings on the table and I have to reach out to answer it, the name on the screen, Detective, makes me wonder whether or not I should answer it. I peek at the bathroom door and check that it’s really closed, but it’s the sound of the water falling from the shower that makes me answer the call.

“Good morning.” I speak in a harsh tone, feeling grumpy..

“I have good news for you boy, you’ll still want to pay me extra for that news.” He says, showing that it’s just another bird of prey.

I clench my jaw, irritated by the man’s voice.

“You already earn enough and I’m not in the mood. What’s the big news?”

The man snorts on the other end of the line.

“You need to fuck my friend.” The man speaks, increasing my anger. I look at the bathroom door.

“We are not intimate for comments of that level, don’t worry about my sex life. I’m fine. Say what you have to say.” I growl, losing patience.

“I’ll do better, I’ll send it to you.” he says, his cocky tone pissing me off.

Guilt washes over me, whatever he has to send me is about her family, we are having fun and it will be spoiled if she finds something she shouldn’t on my phone.

“No.” I almost scream. “I trust your ability. If you think it’s something big, send it to the press and spread it to all the media. I don’t want my name linked, just do more of this work and you’ll earn your extra.” I hang up just as Amelia emerges from the bathroom, her hair wet and wrapped in a white towel.

” All good?” she asks, eyeing me as she dries her hair.

I put my cell phone in the back pocket of my pants and tilt my head toward it.

” All good.”

She narrows her eyes like she doesn’t believe my answer, then when I think she’s going to say something about it her expression changes and she smiles.

“I’m starving.” she says, biting her pink lips, drawing my attention to her body.

“Me too, baby girl. You don’t know how hungry I am.”