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ALESSANDRO

F ucking Emmy on my desk hadn't been part of the plan, but after seeing someone else touching her, I couldn't help myself. And now that I've had her, I need more. Her sweet little pussy gripping my cock, milking every drop of come out of me, her moans filling the room, is already an addiction I'm not willing to kick.

I want her again, but I have a whole night planned. A romantic dinner on the river, candles and soft music and long conversations. Emmy is the kind of girl who deserves romance and flowers and slow, sensual sex.

I take the opportunity while she's cleaning up to book a river cruise with dinner for two on my cell phone, using the private bathroom so she doesn't see. The last thing I need is her thinking I'm trying to buy her affection. No, that's not what this is about at all. I just want to make her happy.

After we clean up, we head downstairs. I've got a car waiting, and we drive across town to the marina. I can tell Emmy is confused, but when the driver pulls up in front of the dock, I see her face light up.

"Are we going out on the river?"

I nod. "I thought it would be nice. Just you and me."

She throws her arms around me, hugging me tight. "Thank you, Sandro."

The yacht is smaller than most of the other tour boats, but more luxurious by far. It’s a private cruise, because I don’t want my time with my girl interrupted. The captain greets us, showing us to our seats. We're seated at a table for two on the back deck under a glass ceiling, a white tablecloth covering the small table, silverware glinting in the soft lights strung around.

It's covered and warm inside, and it's exactly what I wanted for Emmy—a perfect date—and she's glowing as she looks out at the river, watching the lights from the boats and buildings pass us by.

"This is amazing, Sandro."

"Only the best for you, tesoro.”

We're served wine, and then dinner, a five-course meal, all while the river flows past us. As we eat, there's finally time for us to really talk. Everything that Emmy says has me more fixated on her. She's smart, which I already knew, but Emmy is also funny and kind. The sort of woman I don’t deserve, but I sure as hell won’t give up.

She's still wearing her dress from work, but her hair is down, falling over her shoulders like dark silk, and her lips are still kiss-swollen. How she's gone under the radar for so long is beyond me. Emmy is the most beautiful fucking woman on the planet. My woman.

After dinner, we take a walk on the deck, and then return to our seats. The captain kills the engine, and suddenly everything is quiet except the sound of the water lapping at the hull of the boat. It's peaceful, and I look over to see Emilia leaning on the rail, staring out at the water. I stand next to her, slipping an arm around her waist. It’s chilly, but with her pressed against me, I don’t mind.

"It's beautiful," she murmurs.

"You're beautiful, Emilia."

She turns her head, looking at me. "You really think so?"

"I know so."

Emilia smiles, and I lean in, kissing her softly. It’s unhurried, and I take time to trace her bottom lip with my tongue, kissing the corners of her mouth before slanting my lips over hers and kissing her deeply once more. It’s slow and delicious.

"I want you to come home with me tonight,” I say the words against her lips.

Emilia isn’t ready for our night to be over, either. "Okay,"

We stay there, kissing until the engines start up again. Once the boat is docked, we get into the car and drive to my apartment. It's not far, but as soon as we're alone in the car, the energy between us changes from romantic to something sharper and more insistent.

It starts with her hand on my leg as I drive, her fingers tracing circles on my thigh, but it escalates quickly. Soon enough, Emmy's hand is in my lap, rubbing over the hardness in my slacks.

"Emilia..."

"I want you, Daddy."

I grit my teeth. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to wait until we get there."

Her grin is mischievous, and I have to bite back a groan just from the look on her face. She's teasing me, but I know if I give her half a chance, she'll push me to the edge. My little girl is good, but she's still learning how to obey.

When we get to my building, I park in the garage, and we ride the elevator up to the top floor. The door hasn't even closed yet before she's on me again, her mouth pressing kisses to my neck and jaw.

"Sandro, please."

"Patience, sweetheart."

As soon as the door opens, I pick her up, carrying her bridal style into the apartment. Emilia wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to me. I kick the door shut, carrying her to the wide leather chair in the living room, the closest surface possible. After fucking her on my desk, I don't want to take her right on the floor in front of the door, but it's a close thing.

I place her in the chair, and she's immediately working at the buttons of my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders. She runs her fingers over my chest and down to the waistband of my pants, and I let her explore to her heart's content, even if it's taking a hell of a lot of self-control.

"Can I see you?" she asks shyly, her hand sliding over the bulge in my pants. "I mean all of you."

I nod, stepping back. "You're sure you're not too sore?"

"Please, Daddy."

Fuck.

I strip off my clothes, standing naked in front of her, and she bites her lip, her eyes raking over me. I've never felt so exposed. So vulnerable. And yet, it doesn't bother me. Not when Emilia is looking at me like I'm the most desirable man in the world.

"Can I touch you?" she asks softly.

"Whatever you want, tesoro ."

Her hands come up, skimming over my pecs and down to my abs. She's teasing me, her fingertips brushing lightly over my skin.

"Emilia..."

"I like how you say my name."

"You do, hmm?"

"Yeah." She sighs happily, her fingers finally brushing over my cock. "Say it again."

"Emilia."

She strokes me slowly, from root to tip, and then drops to her knees in front of me. "Can I taste you?"

"Fuck."

Her mouth is so close I can feel her breath on my cock. It takes everything I have not to grab her by the hair and fuck her mouth until I come down her throat. But I know she's new to all of this, and I don't want to scare her.

"Yes, baby. Suck Daddy's cock."

She whimpers, her tongue flicking out to slide over the tip, licking away the bead of precome welling there. When her lips close over the head, I groan. Emilia is hesitant, but she's eager to please me. Her tongue swirls over the head, her hand stroking the rest of my length, and she looks up at me with those big blue eyes.

"Yes, baby, just like that."

She moans, taking me deeper into her mouth. I can't help it, my hips rock forward, my hand sliding into her hair. I'm careful not to grip too tightly, but my fist clenches when she swallows me all the way down.

"Fuck, baby, that's so good."

Her cheeks hollow, and she sucks hard. My hips jerk, my cock bumping the back of her throat, and I groan, trying to keep still. She works my cock, her mouth and hand moving in tandem, and I know I'm not going to last long.

As gently as I can, I pull her away, coaxing her into standing so I can kiss her sweet, clever mouth. I undress her, stroking every inch of skin revealed, until she's completely bare for me, illuminated by nothing but the moonlight coming in through the windows.

This time, I sit in the chair, and Emmy seems to read my mind, resting her small hands on my shoulders and straddling me.

"Like this?" she asks softly.

"Just like that, sweetheart."

She reaches between us, taking my cock in her hand. I cup her tits, feeling the way her nipples harden under my touch, stoking them with my thumbs until she’s sighing in pleasure. My Emmy is so sweet, so responsive to my touch.

Emmy positions the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and I grab her hips, holding her steady as she sinks down, my thick length impaling her inch by inch.

"Oh God,"

I can feel her pussy gripping me, hot and tight and wet. "You okay, baby?"

She moans, her hips rocking. I can see the way she winces slightly, but she doesn't stop moving, her hands on my chest for leverage as she raises up, dropping down onto my cock again.

"That's right, baby. Just like that," I encourage her, holding her hips and letting her move. It takes everything in me to stay still and let her have control. I'm not used to giving it up, but with Emilia, it just feels right.

"Sandro…"

"What is it, baby? Tell me what you need."

"Help me."

I don't have to be asked twice. I guide her hips, showing her how to move, and she picks up on it quickly. Soon enough, Emilia is riding my cock like a pro, her ass bouncing against my thighs with every drop of her hips.

"Yes, fuck. Sandro, I'm going to come."

"Me too, tesoro . Come for Daddy."

She grinds down on my cock, and I can feel her pussy spasming, squeezing my length. It's too much, and I can't hold back. My orgasm slams into me, my come filling her, and she whimpers, her head dropping onto my shoulder, rolling her hips over and over as she milks every last drop of pleasure out of her orgasm.

“Sandro, Sandro, Sandro,” she chants, sinking her small teeth into the meat of my shoulder until finally the pleasure starts to ebb.

"My tesoro. My Emmy,” I murmur, stroking her back until I feel her fully relax.

I scoop her up, carrying her into the bedroom, not even bothering to ask if she wants to stay the night or not. My home is hers, even if she doesn't know it yet. She's mine now. And I'm never going to let her go.