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Alessandro's POV
"Tell me." I mumbled, pulling Amelia's skirt up. "Are you jealous? What if I have a daughter? You're angry about that?" I smirked, circling my index finger on her clit.
She gulped down, her curious eyes boring onto mine. "I ..I. ." she stuttered, "I was just asking, I didn't mention being jealous about it? You have a girlfriend, don't you? I... I'm not worried about that so why should I be worried this time around when your daughter suddenly shows up in the house!"
"See you're rumbling like a radio." I grinned, rubbing her thighs more. Her eyelashes fluttered for a moment and a moan escaped her lips as I slipped two fingers between her pussy lips.
"I can see the anger in your eyes." I paused, pulling down her skirt completely. "Your mouth and your body are saying two different things. Just admit it already, you're jealous, little love."
"Fuck you, Alessandro." She cussed. "Why don't you just focus on taming your saucy daughter rather than trying to get your dick in between my legs, uh?"
"Hmmm, I can see it. Why don't you help me with it then? Besides, Vivianne needs a nanny— someone with good tolerance." I said, raising her shirt up and taking one of her nipples in my mouth.
A moan shredded through her lips and she dug her hands in my hair. I kissed and pinched her nipples, leading her hand to touch my crotch.
"Why don't you suck me, amoretto?" I asked, my voice low as I took her other perky nipple in my mouth. "It's been long since we fucked, you can feel me now. I'm hard and I can't help it."
Amelia snorted, trying to push me off but I grabbed her ass and pulled her more closer to me. Her boobs pushed hard into my chest and I could feel her hard tits, poking my chest.
The urge to take them in my mouth and suck them bubbled in me. But Amelia wasn't helping things, she was making it difficult for me to get full access to her body and it's annoying.
"I thought you were speaking about me being a nanny to you daughter, why did you change the topic now?" She raised a brow, still struggling to yank me off.
Seeing Amelia keep repeating Vivianne being my daughter was so funny. Well, I don't plan to tell her now. I'd just leave her curious and make her figure this out herself.
Right now, all I want to do was to get my dick thrusted into her. Release fucking loads of sperm in her and get calm.
Being hard for a very long time is making me go crazy.
"I need you now." I grumbled, "kneel and suck me."
"Well, I don't want to do that now." Amelia shrugged, putting on her clothes. I grabbed her arm when she was about to walk out on me.
"Where the hell are you going? You're going to leave now that you've made me horny and the urge to bend you over has clouded my senses?" I frowned, holding her cheeks with my hands, leaning in.
Amelia's lips curled up into a little smile. Her hand wrapped around my crotch and a cuss escaped my lips as she pulled my dick back and forth.
"You like this, don't you?" She whispered in my ear and I nodded like I was being controlled by a remote. Her soft voice was like the rhythm from a tambourine; gentle music.
"The suspense is killing me, get down to work already."
"Good, why don't you go to other ladies. I see you have more than enough pussies to fuck, why am I always the one you want to fuck? Do you know how long it takes to heal when you thrust your big dick into me and my pussy almost tears off?"
I shook my head, scoffing. "You never told me it hurts, Amelia. The last time we fucked, my dick penetrated your pussy swiftly. Why would it hurt?
"I don't want to fuck today, find someone else." My fists tightened as I watched her leave. Shit! This slut!
I gazed down at my cock which sprang out still. What did she expect me to do now? I only want her. She is the only one who makes me feel extraordinarily good after fucking. And now, she's acting all sassy!
Was this because of Vivianne or she's just getting all angry unnecessarily?
*****
Amelia's POV
Later at evening, I found myself going back to Alessandro's room. His magic hands had left a lingering fantastic touch on my body and I can't seem to shake it off.
I stopped in front of his door, clasping my thighs together. Should I knock first or just walk in.
I pushed the door open and met Alessandro sitting on a rock chair, his icy glare fixed on me.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice husky and deep. "Why did you come back? Leave or I'll make you do."
"Umm …" I scratched the back of my head, thinking of what to say. Staring at his dangerously pink lips, I felt a liquid rush down my thighs and I'm damn sure my nipples are hard right now.
"I... I…." I pursed my lips, moving closer to him, raising my skirt. "I'm ready now, Alessandro. Please take me all."
I sat in his legs, wrapping my legs around his groin. "Please." I begged. I couldn't handle the hotness I felt between my legs and the way my pussy kept throbbing wasn't helping at all.
"Please I'm ready to suck your dick now." I cupped his face with one hand and placed his other hand on one of my boobs, leading him to squeeze them hard.
The provocation on his face was so evident. No doubts, he was still angry about earlier. How can I calm in down? Why did I get angry unnecessarily and took things so personal?
Why should I be angry that he has a daughter?
Alessandro grabbed my chin, yanking my face closer to him. "What if I tell you I don't want you anymore? As you can see I'm no more horny and I'll gladly love to see you get up right now and leave my presence!"
I frowned, biting my bottom lip nervously. Why was he lying? I can feel his hardness right under my ass.
"I can feel your boner, Alessandro." I said, gulping down. "Why are you so angry at me?"