Mr. Vincenzo | 18+

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After fixing my hair and lipstick, I was currently sitting inside Vincenzo's very fancy apartment, waiting for him to change and come out of his room. Reason? I'd cum over his pants and there was only so much wipes could clean up.

My pussy, to say, which was again getting wet because of my thoughts of Vincenzo and my lack of a panty. The one he had now.

Did I just blow him? And he fingered me? And we agreed on finally fucking each other?

God, but when? I was already throbbing with excitement and want. It certainly wasn't tonight. He hadn't lied and he was actually visiting Dad. Both of them were working professionals who could only meet as their time permitted and perhaps it was Vincenzo's weekend that did not permit.

Sorry, Dad, but I do intend on taking more of your friend's time for myself.

I wondered however, what did Vincenzo do professionally? I knew he was in finance sector with how many times Aryanna mentioned she'd ask her Dad for concepts, projects, and even joking (or not) how she could secure a job through connections. With what Vincenzo's car was and how his apartment looked, I did not doubt that now.

Aryanna had to be crazy to not want to shift here. The living room here could account for the entirety of the apartment she was currently living in now. And it wasn't just about the spaciousness of the place but rather how classy it all was. Its theme combined beige, grey, and glass. The window wall in the backdrop of the sofa I was sitting on glimmered with city lights while the dining in front had exquisitely designed hanging lights. I wondered how handsome Vincenzo would look under those lights with his face between my legs and his strong arms holding me against the glass top of the dining table. That would be... hot. He could fuck me against the the window wall and he could fuck me outside on the fancy couch of the open terrace. He could fuck on his bed, in his bathroom, right on this sofa, or anywhere else he wished.

Vincenzo would fuck me again soon. Was I making up things?

"What are you thinking about?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"How we could fuck—" fuck. The realization hit me too late. He just stood in front of me with a smirk on his face. He wasn't going to let me live it down.

Vincenzo folded his arms. His muscles bulged out despite having a shirt and a sport coat over that. Grey made him look sexy. Fuck, every color made him look sexy.

"You were saying? How we could fuck? I'd like to know."

Own it, Eloise. Own it.

I stood up and walked over to him. He effortlessly towered over with me in my heels. I was only slightly above his shoulder. It was erotic how that made him look dominant all the time. It was such a turn on.

I tip-toed to kiss his jawline and ran my finger down the side of his handsome face. "I'm leaving the how to you but I want to be fucked until I can't walk, Daddy."

"You really know how to press a man's buttons, don't you?"

"I can tease you until you make sure I understand why I shouldn't."

He grabbed my ass under my dress, squeezed it in his strong palms. Yes. His eyes told me he had accepted my challenge. "When the time comes, remember you have left the how to me."

It excited me more than I could have anticipated. I was wet and without a panty. Not a good combination.

"Can you now give me my panty back?"