Chapter 3 I whisper close

secretary, is every plant's dream come true. — Diana, Joshua is going to love this new nickname. Just don't let my mother-in-law hear — my cousin speaks and her clear eyes meet mine. — I need to go, because guess what, I'll finally be able to have lunch with my husband. I need to run before the secretary calls the assistant. — I might fire you — I announce in a good tone when she runs into her office, shaking her red hair. —But it won't. Like me, there is no other. — He blinks and closes the door, leaving me alone with the bunny again. —Do you need anything, Mr. Clifford? The way she pronounces my last name messes with my mind and all I do is look from her eyes to her mouth, back up to her eyes, watching her blush. It's not difficult to make her blush, most of the time it's from anger, but when I make her blush, I feel stupidly happy. — What I need, you can't give me. Not now. — My tone is low and her small, full lips open in surprise. — Have a good day, bunny. I leave feeling victorious for having left her without an answer, we cross the street and Hades lazily climbs into the car. —Where to, sir? — For the company, Hades will spend the day with me. — It's really time to put the kids to work — he says playfully and I agree, strapping my dog ​​into his special chair. The journey to the company is quick and Mathias does it in silence, parking in front and telling me that I will be ready at five in the afternoon for us to leave. The middle-aged man nods and I go up the stairs with Hades by my side. Hades is only a year and a half old, he's a real clumsy child who eats everything he sees in front of him and his overweight is linked to the fact that the bastard ruined the back of the food bowl, and I only went to see it when it was too late too much. — Behave yourself, don't bark and scare people — I say as we enter the elevator and he sits down, looking at me with a quizzical face. — I told you not to bark, not to have that face of someone who wants affection. Come on, Hades, show how fierce you are. He ignores me breathing heavily, I shake my head in disbelief that I was promised a dangerous and ferocious dog, and this came, a needy one who always wants to lie down when he sees a sofa, or lie down on my lap. We arrived at the presidency floor which I share with my grandfather, old Antony. I am the first grandson and consequently, the first in line to run the company when the old man retires. — Good morning, Mariana! Can you send me my appointments by email? — Y-Yes — he stutters looking at Hades. — There's no need to be afraid, I told you he doesn't bite — I assure him, pushing the door to my living room and Hades enters first, jumping on the sofa. — Your grandfather wants to see you. — He says, composing himself and his face takes on a reddish hue of embarrassment. — Let my grandfather know that I'll meet him for lunch, and please inform him that Hades is here. She shakes her head, picking up the phone to notify old Antony's secretary and I enter my living room, taking a deep breath, seeing Hades lying with his head on a blue pillow and the rest of his body, sprawled out on the upholstery. — Yeah, buddy, if someone catches you drooling like that, it ruins our bad reputation — I mutter, leaving my folder on the table. I stretch and finally sit down in the vice-presidential chair, imagining in a few years, sitting in the presidential chair, commanding the entire Clifford empire. At lunch time, my brother and old Antony enter my room. I asked Mariana to order food and Hades mumbles on the sofa, drooling on the cushions that will soon have to be changed. — I told you to find a wife and have children, but you appeared to me with this monster that only sleeps — Grandpa says in a voice full of indignation and sits down in one of the chairs, and my brother does the same. — Well, you said you wanted someone running around the house, you didn't specify what that someone should look like — I say jokingly, earning a hard look. — Grandpa, I'm too young to think about just one woman. — At your age I was already thinking about three women, my late Germania and my two headaches: Magda and Florinda, and a year later, her father came. — He sighs and looks at my brother. — I hope he comes to his senses and marries Diana. — It wouldn't be marriage, it would be karma — I speak too quickly and have two pairs of eyes on me. — Diana is horrible! For God's sake, my brother doesn't deserve it... — I think she's cool, she's pretty and from what I know, she's single — my brother comments and looks at our grandfather. — I'm going to ask her out. If cupid knocks, I promise the first great-grandchild will be named after you, Grandpa. I close my hand into a fist, looking with my jaw clenched at my brother, who ignores my gaze and starts talking to our grandfather, making plans and plans for when he marries the bunny. My grandfather looks at me with a raised eyebrow and my anger only increases, making my entire body tense. I turn my neck and the crack is heard by everyone, who shut up and begin to enjoy the Italian pasta that Mariana prepared for lunch. Joshua is not going to marry the bunny. I won't let you. Just having her as an employee, sister-in-law would be awesome and I don't want to know which of us will spend his first offender first. Diana Maria will not be a Clifford, that's for sure. Her blonde hair falls down my chest as her body meets its peak. I grab her thin waist, pushing it against her hips, going all the way to the shaft, being embraced by her heat, sliding easily down her channel. — I... no — she moans, digging her nails into my shoulders. — No what, bunny? — I tease, grabbing her back and in an instant I place her on her back on the white mattress. — Can't handle my dick? And that? I slide out and enter with everything, making her medium breasts with pink areolas bounce with the impact. I separate her thighs, opening her completely to me, increasing the pace of the thrusts. — Lorenzo! — The hoarse moan comes out of her small mouth and I see her eyes close tightly. I bring my thumb between her legs, making rhythmic movements over the small, hard nerve that pulses beneath my finger. I see her grip the sheets and writhe, panting and her legs shake around me as her little pussy crushes my cock. I hold my breath, trying my best not to cum. I need to have her on all fours, with her ass stuck out just for me, receiving my slaps. I lie on her body, closing my hand on her thin neck and her lips part wider. — Do you like it when I fuck you like this, bunny? — I whisper close to her ear, dragging my beard over her shoulder. — You like taking my dick up to the stalk, right, naughty girl? — Lorenzo... please... please! — Tears spring from her eyes and her face is filled with redness. I leave a bite on her ear, finding her mouth and her hands sliding down my body, scratching me. Our tongues are a