LOGINLeonel ~~~ God, I love this woman. Ava looks like an angel, curled into my chest as she snores softly. I rub my hand over her cheek, then through her hair. I don’t think I’ve told her how much I love this short look on her. Gently, I fix her bra, remembering how hungry I’d been when I yanked it down, then I peel myself away from her so I can run a shower. “No.” She protests, reaching for me, still half-asleep. I kiss her nose, chuckling, “I want to wash off.” “No,” she says again, then cracks open one beautiful green eye, “stay with me.” Well, there’s no arguing with that. I take my pants and boxers off entirely, throwing them to the ground where my t-shirt is, before snuggling under the covers with her. She sighs happily, wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s so magnificent. Everything about her makes me fall even more in love. It’s no wonder I came so fast. I can still hear her desperate moans, her passionate panting. The way she said my name, and don’t even ge
Ava ~~~ Leonel yanks out his belt, the sound causing a ripple of desire to flow through me. I hear the rustle of his jeans coming off, and it only makes me more desperate for him to make love to me. “Mmm, Ava.” He groans. Instinctively, I reach inside his underwear. Leonel breathes out harshly as I begin rubbing the length of his hard, juicy cock. “Fuck, baby.” He grunts, eyes shut. “That’s not my name,” I insist, “say my name.” I don’t know where I got the confidence to talk to him like that, but it makes Leonel arch toward me and kiss me harshly. “Ava,” he says breathlessly, and desire builds between my legs, “Ava, just like that.” I pull out his penis, marvelling at its length, at that delicious curve I know is going to hit me in all the right places. “I’m ready. I want this.” Leonel opens his eyes, taking his fat cock out of my hands and pumping it. From this angle, he looks like a Greek God. “Are you sur-“ he starts. “I am.” I cut in. Surprise
Ava ~~~ Leonel backs us into the door, his hot, desperate tongue stroking mine. “Fuck.” He murmurs, sinking his hands into my hair and pulling my head back to deepen the kiss. His other hand trails to my waist, leaving a line of fire as it goes. I need more of him. I need him to ease this pleasure building in my core. Desperately, I try to grind against him, but his hand keeps me pressed to the door. I whimper my disagreement. “You don’t want to cum too early, Mi Valienta,” his voice is rough and raw against my lips, “ I want this to be perfect for you.” My breath comes out in harsh, breathy pants, but Leonel doesn’t respond to my clear desperation for him to be inside me now. Instead, he peppers the side of my neck with small, gentle kisses. “More. Please.” I gasp. My fingers curl into his shoulder, and I can feel his tense muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. Clearly, this man wants to have sex as desperately as I do. But he just keeps going gently; kiss
Ava ~~~ I wonder if Leonel can feel how sweaty my palms are as I pull him to the bedroom? This is it. Right before our trip, when Leonel was out of the house, I quickly invited Evie over, threw open my laptop, and together we began searching online lingerie stores. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I told Evie when she pointed at a pink lingerie set with holes in the nipple area. “I agree, this isn’t scandalous enough.” She tsked, taking the laptop from me and narrowing her eyes at the screen. My jaw dropped, “Evie! I didn’t know you were so… freaky.” She looked up briefly from the banana-flavoured underwear glaring on my laptop screen, and said seriously, “When you are in a relationship with Oliver Carter, freakiness just happens.” It took 1 hour and a lot of me cringing, but I eventually put a lacy red bra and thong set in my cart. Right when I tried to snatch my laptop back and forget this ever happened, Evie swatted me away, scrolling to the next section of…
Leonel 1 MONTH LATER ~~~ I pull Ava’s light box to the front of our hotel room and frown. It feels nearly empty. How does she have almost nothing in her box for a two-week trip? My hand would have almost snapped off from the effort of pulling Madison’s box. “You need more stuff.” I huff, looking back at Ava. She pulls off her sunglasses and does a small frown that tugs my heart. I’ll never get tired of watching her. “I brought more than enough things, Leonel.” She insists. I lift her box over my head with no effort, “Really?” “Okay, maybe I did pack a little light.” She mumbles, “But this is my first international trip. I didn’t know how much to take.” Fuck, I always forget what her life was like before we met. I drop her box and walk to her, sliding my arms around her waist, “I’ll get you so much shit you’ll need a plane to carry your things back to New York.” She laughs, and my dick twitches at the sound. I’ve always been turned on by Ava, but recently i
Ava ~~~ The rest of the meeting goes smoothly, and other than Oliver suggesting we use Axion Tech money to build a water park, nothing else crazy happens. “A waterpark is not a necessary business venture, Oliver.” Evie mutters to him, dragging him out of the hall at the end of the meeting. They’re too far ahead for me to hear his response, and even if I could, i’m too happy about today to care. That meeting was good. Great, actually. I can actually lead a company. “Penny for your thoughts?” Leonel wraps an arm around my waist from behind, leaning close to my ear. The throbbing between my legs returns like it never left. I think it should be illegal for a man to turn me on this quickly. I lean into his hard chest, sighing as employees who pass by try hard not to look at us. “You are too rich to be offering me just pennies,” I feel him grin. “plus, I think some of your employees may think the way you’re holding me is unprofessional.” “Our employees.” He reminds me, be
Nicco Moretti ~~~ Have you ever loved someone? I think that’s a silly question, of course you have. Even the rotten, awful, sickened souls left on this planet have loved someone, so how much more you and I, who try our best? I certainly try my absolute best, putting my head down and hel
Leonel ~~~ I think a good determiner of how fucked up your life truly is is if you need a lecture from a baker who hasn’t seen you since your last failed marriage. But Mariam doesn't seem like she’s about to give me a lecture—she doesn't even seem capable of giving lectures. The only thing I’
Leonel ~~~ “She’s lying, obviously she’s lying!” Oliver cries. I know he means well, but listening to him exclaim over and over that Raphael might not be my child is giving me a deadly headache. I rub my temples and sink further into the limo seat. At this point, it may as well swallow me wh
Leonel ~~~ I didn’t think getting a 7-tier wedding cake on such short notice would be this difficult. Beyond this cake issue, I'm actually impressed with how much I’ve been able to accomplish before 8 am. I’ve gotten Forbes' richest event planner already turning the largest ballroom in New







