The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 28

Dayana Berlusconi

My mother took the news of the trip very well and I did not tell her that I am engaged to Donovan, I think this is something that should be left for another day, since I know that many questions will come and I am not prepared for them. "You're very thoughtful," she murmurs. Her blue eyes look at me with determination and curiosity.

"I don't know how to tell my mother that I'm getting married," I tell her and I dare to walk my hand along her bare back while I feel her hardness against my leg. She's just given me oral and her lips are red.

-If you want, we can organize a small dinner after the trip and tell him that we are getting married. -She proposes and she always has a solution to my problems in such an easy and simple way. -Well, we'll think about that later-I move so that it turns and it does so, leaving it under my body.

He kissed his pectorals and went down from him, leaving kisses along his abdomen to his erect p***s, kissed the tip and then took it with one hand, keeping it firm. I lick from the trunk to his glans which I suck listening to him moan.

I delight, licking and sucking his hardness, his swollen veins give me a clue of how excited he is right now, he gasps when I lick his testicles, daring to reach his rear entrance with my tongue.

"Dayana," he says my name as a warning that not there.

"Old fashioned," I blurt out and bite down on his thigh, earning a moan from him.

I place myself on his body and direct his hardness to my entrance to slowly slide down it until I have him completely inside me. He sits straddling me as usual and takes my n****e to his mouth while keeping me still.

"It's not old-fashioned, it's strange that they do that," she says as if it gave her chills.

"I guess you know what's there," she nods.

"But that doesn't mean I'll let you put your tongue or anything in my anus," she says, frowning.

-So you would do it with mine? She raises her eyebrows and she seems to think about it.

"We'll talk about that later," she turns, leaving me under her body and thrusts into me firmly, I moan and kisses me while her thrusts are fast, without any pause. "God, this man is magnificent," I think.

He gasps and reduces his thrusts to get out, he turns me around, placing me on all fours and I raise my hips, I feel him rub against my p***y and then penetrate me, I scream at his surprise entrance and he stays still, I move in search of more and he starts to move. I bite the pillow receiving his thrusts, he holds my waist and I scream when his fingers rub my c**t "Shit" I think as my p***y contracts and I come hard, he moves slowly and comes out, I turn around, he places himself between my legs and he looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes that show a mischief of total satisfaction.

"Donovan," I moan when he enters me softly, he moves slowly and then he does it a little faster until he cums inside me. His face contracts and when he finishes he relaxes, sighs and lies down next to me, drawing my body towards his. "I thought this should move to another level," I murmur.

-Like which? -He questions.

-Mmm... you'll see later what I mean.

"You must tell me to be prepared," he announces, making circles on my flat stomach as if it were a small child.

-All in good time, Mr. Bristol.

It's the only thing I say to get out of bed, I walk to the bathroom and then I hear his heavy footsteps follow me, he catches me in his arms.

-Where are you going? -He picks me up and goes back to bed.

-Do you forget that he has a meeting? -He questioned.

"You can wait," without waiting any longer, he buries himself in me, filling me with his splendid and pleasurable member.

Donovan Bristol

-Mr. Bianchini will be in charge for these five months, -I announce to the executives present. "I trust that he will do an excellent job and they will all remain in his hands, he will solve his problems and I hope for the good of each one that they handle my father's legacy with honor," he nods in agreement with what say.

-Mr. Bristol, we hope you have a safe trip.

"Thank you and you can return to your work area," I announce to leave that place with Dayana. Today we will go to the apartment earlier to organize our luggage, tomorrow morning we will leave for Sweden, we will stay in a hotel until December 20th and then we will have that free time for ourselves," she told him.

"Perfect, I hope you're ready for what's coming, Mr. Bristol," what he's up to has been kept a secret and that makes me anxious, I don't know whether to worry or be happy about what he's up to. -Aren't you going to give me a clue?

He shakes his head with a smile.

"Okay," I say nonchalantly.

At times I remember that this should be very professional and although at the beginning I decided to do everything possible so that no one replaces out that this is a contractual relationship. Preventing Dayana from getting sexually involved with other men and from doing so with me during the time of our agreement, to avoid inconveniences with what was agreed, but now I feel quite involved in this strange friendship that we have forged.

Even though my demons have come out wanting to destroy everything and Dayana has accepted it so naturally, giving me her support and telling me something that I always long to hear "It's not your fault and you did what you thought was right to protect her" that has given me a little peace emotional and I need to close that cycle by going to my sister's grave, not today, not tomorrow, but I owe that to her.

(...)

It's already customary for me to be the first to wake up, I sigh and my companion's naked body feels warm against mine, I'm still not used to sleeping naked, but the blonde comments that it helps to boost my confidence. yourself by seeing yourself every day after waking up in the mirror and seeing the attributes that God blesses you with.

All bodies are beautiful according to Dayana and I second her. No one should feel ashamed of their body, scars and stretch marks, as each mark tells a story, whether of happiness or pain like the marks on my back, but I do not wish to remember that again. The human being, although no one says it, is perfect, since mistakes make us human. Never be ashamed to be yourself in all occasions of your life, be happy and never be afraid of breaking down at some point in your life. Remember that phoenixes are born from ashes and you must assemble yourself piece by piece until all of them are in the right place.

It is also okay to be afraid of new things, but we must always remember that we were created to adapt to everything, whether good or bad. Although the latter is better to avoid at all costs because the more you expose yourself to the evil that each person carries. Then you will be filled with it and all gentleness, kindness and good vibes that may have existed in you will disappear like dust in the air.

I can't help but think that I am full of evil, but I know and feel that deep down goodness will flourish because I have hope of achieving it, since all wars are not eternal and there is no evil that lasts a hundred years, nor does there exist a body that resist it. "Boss," he murmurs.

-Good morning Dayana, ready to travel? -I question, turning my face.

She murmurs something unintelligible and turns around, burying her face in my side while her hand is placed on my abdomen. I shake my head and touch her hair, waiting for several more minutes to wake her up.

(...)

Being on the private jet, I don't have to pilot the plane and I can relax on one side. Although I am uncomfortable not keeping track of the flight, Dayana stays in the seat in front of me and I take a book out of my carry-on luggage.

"Ask me whatever she wants," she reads the title and I raise my gaze to look at her. -Mr. Bristol, I had no idea that you liked such a delight in writing, from his words I can sense that he knows what the plot is about.

"I bought it these days, but I don't know what the story is about," she murmured.

-As a reader that I am, I will not tell you anything and I will only say "Enjoy all the material that the writer captures"-is the only thing she says.

I don't say anything and start reading the story of Judith and Mr. Zimmerman. I think it will be interesting seeing that in this case Dayana would be Eric because of his wayward personality. You could say that they have certain similarities.

The flight from LA to Stockholm is approximately eleven hours and we will have to make two stops. I know that the second is a district called Amager East in Conpnhauge, Denmark, it is a fairly extensive route so we will have to replace a hotel to spend the night there. (...)

Upon arriving in Denmark, a taxi is immediately requested by the pilots to take us to the hotel where they made our reservations, it is called Tivoli, it is not so ostentatious, but it is good to take a shower, eat something and take a restful nap. Although Dayana did manage to fall asleep on the plane and she seemed quite energized looking out the window at the streets of Amager East.

-Have you already come here? "She," she questions.

-It's my first time. I never thought this trip would be so exhausting," I sigh, closing my eyes for several seconds, which apparently was longer than I imagined, since when we opened it we were parking in front of the chosen hotel.

The taxi was paid for by one of the pilots and he gave us the key to our room. I walk to the bed, sit down and begin to take off my clothes so I can take a shower and clear the tension from my body.

"It's a nice place," he murmurs.

-Yeah.

"I can tell you're very tired," he comes over to help me remove my clothes until I'm in my boxers, he climbs onto my lap and very affectionately leaves kisses on my face, I sigh.

-They'll bring something to eat in a few minutes. "I'll take a shower," he nods and gets off my lap, I walk to the bathroom and finish removing the last piece of clothing that covers my body.

I turn on the shower and get under it, I sigh as I feel the cold water run over my body, I close my eyes as I raise my face so that the icy drops hit my face, bringing some peace of mind.

When I finish I wrap myself in a towel and go out to the room, I walk towards the balcony where Dayana is in her underwear looking down at the small illuminated district, she turns around and looks at me, she walks towards me and puts her hand up to the knot of my hair. what covers my nakedness to loosen it, letting the white cloth fall to the ground.

"What are you doing? "Someone can see us," she reproaches, looking to the sides of her, but this only makes me lean back to a chair where I sit and the cold of it makes my skin crawl.

The blonde lowers her panties and straddles me. Her hand takes my member and caresses it until I get hard, I don't stop looking at her at any time, she takes me to her entrance and slides down it. Burying myself in his sweet s*x, I sigh and places his hands on my shoulders to pump slowly, his rhythm is t*****e and I completely forget where we are.

"This will help you relax," she whispers like a vile villain in my ear, and then bites her lobe, I gasp and open her bra to put my mouth on her nipples.

I suck and bite them carefully as I please, he moans and pumps faster. I can feel her s****l fluids wet my pubes and I stand up to hold her tightly. I rock my hips back and forth f*****g her roughly, I know she likes it this way and she shows it by biting her lower lip while I penetrate her.

Dayana makes me put her down and I turn her around so she can hold on to the railing. I wrap her hair with my left hand and with her right I direct my hardness to her s*x to penetrate her again and again until I bury myself completely in her wet interior, I sigh and begin to give calm thrusts while she I hear moaning.

-Do you like to expose me this way? -I question, realizing that anyone above us can see the show we are putting on.

"It's part of what I want you to learn," he gasps.

The mere idea of thinking that someone could be watching us excites me, I know it's something morbid, but I don't care and neither does she. Her p***y starts to contract and I move fast.

Thrust after thrust until I make her cum and then I spill inside her, gasping and moaning loudly.

"God," I whisper, I move slowly until I finish emptying myself inside her, which I abandon with great regret.

She turns and hugs me, I wrap my arms around her waist and sigh, walking back to sit in the cold chair and Dayana on my lap. In silence and naked we observe the lights of the district enjoying each other's warmth without questioning anything and without having to tell each other much about these moments we share.