Diego X Hot Pants Novels & Stories

He was much shorter than Alistair, and his aura felt pathetically small in comparison. "How much is he paying you?" Adrian asked, his tone dripping with contempt. "My Dad might be getting old, but his taste isn't usually this low. How many whimpers did you have to give him in bed before he agreed to bring you to London and pretend you’re some Zurich consultant?"

He won't resist a second test. Diego came up whispering. “He's here.” A smile threatens on my face—-- more of a smirk. I stayed seated. Sip my champagne and wait. I'm not a patient man. But for him, I'll be. Even if I want him to take me like he owns me. The door opens. He walks in. God. Finest. Cream– white tapered pants, a teal- green shirt, open at the top, light brown loafer. Diamond earrings glitter in the dim room.

This was…Diego. He wore only a dark kitchen apron tied around his waist, a pair of black slacks sitting low on his hips. Black framed glasses were perched on his nose, and his dark hair was deliciously tousled. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his sculpted chest and the defined cut of his abs. The aroma of searing steak and man...pure, potent male...wafted out, hitting me like a physical blow. My mouth went dry. And I just stood there, gaping.

" We walked together down the stairs, where Gamma Diego was already waiting. He looked up at Mary, and the look in his eyes told me enough. Diego was falling for Mary hard. "Estás increíble con ese vestido. Wow." Diego said. He looked pretty good himself. He was wearing a white shirt, with the top buttons open to reveal some of his chest hair. His sleeves were rolled up, and he was wearing black trousers. His hair was actually styled back instead of all over the place, and he shaved his beard short. Now he just had some light stubble in the right places. He looked like someone out of a movie. Diego looked like this Latin guy that swooped in to steal the girl.

Diego did not move. He stood there with his hands in the pockets of his expensive blue shorts. He looked at me with those dark, sharp eyes. He looked like he was deciding whether to crush a bug or let it crawl away. Mateo’s hand was sweating against mine. I could feel his fingers trembling just a little bit. He was trying to be brave for me, but we were both terrified of his father. The Patron was a man who did not like his sons mixing with the help.

I rub myself against him and I see how wet I was already, my panties aerobically attached to my folds. I pulled at his shirt wanting to touch his flesh. He drew away so as to remove the garment, displaying a bodybuilder with a dust of dark hair, the type of physique he had obtained through pursuing bad boys, not I*******m posts. My fingers penetrated him, following the lines of his abs till his belt. When I unbuckled it he groaned and pushed his jeans and his boxers down. His cock jumped out, both thick and veined, and already dripping with pre-cum. It hurt in the air between us and I clasped my fingers between it and rubbed it up and down. Hiss, his hips shuddered into my hands, Diego. Fuck

he ordered. "What?" Damian said with a chuckle. "I didn't hear what you said." This guy was deliberately playing a trick. Meanwhile Chloe looked increasingly agitated. Sweat was already trickling down her temples. “I want you to touch me! Enter me or even satisfy me. Please…” Damian smiled broadly. The man happily took his hand to take off all of Chloe's clothes until the woman was naked without a single thread. "Really, I can't wait to feel your body." A sharp smirk appeared on Damian's face. Of course he didn't want to miss this opportunity. The opportunity to enjoy Chloe's body and then flaunt it immediately to Edward.

I watched, with my breath hitched, how he placed my hand on his cock through his pants and made me wrap my palm around it. He was rock hard. He looked at me with pleading eyes, the brown pools pulling me in like a siren’s call. “Can you feel it? I’m so fucking hot, Sophie. These pants…they make me so hot.” He made me grab his cock even tighter, and I gasped. Even through his cloth, the searing heat was undeniable. “The pants…Take it off, Sophie.”

Tiana sneered “I told you to stop calling her lowlife. Don’t put our family name at stake with your loosed mouth,” Diego snapped at her, picking out a clothe from the closet. Tiana rolled her eyes, “Whatever,” She mumbled while Diego hissed. “I want to dress Tiana, let me have my privacy,” He said to her and she walked out afterwards. Diego was dressing up when what Camille did earlier crept into his memory, “Does Camille love Xavier? Tsk, she only has heart for me. I bet she did that to get back at me,” He sighed under his breathe, his lips drew out a grin.