104.
*That Same Day*
Amelia's POV
The sound of the hip-hop music woke me up. I stretched slowly, rubbing the sleep off my eyes.
I wondered where the music was coming from. Was it in this room?
Hah, what a sleepy head I was. I still felt like going back to bed even when the sun rays told a really accurate message.
It should be past 8AM or so.
My breath hitched when my eyes fell on….wait, who was this?
Alessandro! I screamed in my head.
He was naked, except for the grey sweatpants he had on. And his muscles flexed as he did countless push-ups.
I couldn't peel my eyes off his body. Yeah, you all know I'm an idiot and this happened many times but...this morning was different.
He looked really beautiful with his sweaty body and the way he kept groaning as he moved up and down?
Damnit.
He sounded like I had my mouth wrapped around his dick and sliding my tongue along his shaft, sucking his balls.
I didn't move. It was as though my whole body was numb.
I didn't really know what was happening to me but there was no doubt I was wet already.
It was too early for a thing like this but my coochie wouldn't listen, it kept dripping and I shifted on the king-sized bed, pulling the quilt to cover my chest properly.
Alessandro shouldn't turn around and see how hard my nipples were.
Nowadays, I wondered why I hated sleeping with my clothes on. Was it because of the heat?
No, absolutely no. The AC was there to help.
But the only thing I remembered was asking Alessandro to help unhook my bra last night. Now I felt so ashamed.
How could I be so shameless? Now I was giving him much evidence that I was very addicted to his cock.
Quickly, I picked up his shirt which was lying at the other side of the bed and put it on.
It was oversize and it should help conceal how much of an dripping wet idiot I was, at least until he would ask to take his shirt back.
Yes, you all know Alessandro could be unpredictable many times.
I flinched when he stood up, turning around to face him. There were other places to look, places like his face, broad chest….but my eyes chose not to stare that way. Instead they were fixed on his cock.
The sweatpants wasn't helping at all. No, the grey sweatpants was making matters worse.
It wasn't too tight, still I could see the outline of Alessandro's dick. It was slightly erected and this made me wonder if he was still having his morning erection stuff.
I have heard and read it may times that men's dick turn to wood on mornings but this was….my eyes flickered to the bedside clock.
It was 9AM already. Why was he still hard, I mean...fuck I can't help myself!
I gulped down nothing when he ran his hands through his hair and let out a soft groan.
Sandro….are you doing this intentionally? Do you know how crazy I've gone crazy over your captivating body yet you moan like I'm not here. Like I'm blind and can't see the expression on your face? Or I'm deaf and can't hear that sexy groan!!
I clenched my fists, biting my lips as I fought the urge to keep on ogling at his sinfully sexy body.
He opened his shut eyes and sigh as he walked closer to me. I raised my brows as he caged me between his arms and my eyes were fixed on his lips but I didn't forget to hold the quilt extra right.
It shouldn't fall off or I'd be in nothing but trouble.
He leaned closer and I almost lose the sanity left in me. He was driving me insane with his intense stares.
"W...what are you doing?" I asked as there was barely an inch between us. The small smile on his face turned into a dark glint and before I could move away, he gripped the quilt tightly and toss it away.
A gasp escaped my lips as I was left naked except for my pantie. I tried to wrap my arms around my body but he stopped me by grabbing my arms.
"S... Sandro!" I looked down at his grip on me and a wave of confusion washed through me. What has come over him?
He released my arms and again, ran his fingertips through his hair, throwing his head backwards.
I almost choked when I saw his Adam's apple move up and down. His charms were too dazzling for me to resist.
His eyes were now on mine and I was almost cursing how helpless of a fool I was.
How can I help this situation? The urge for pleasure and crave for ecstacy?
"Alessandro…." His name slid down my tongue like a melodious hymn and all that was left was a violin to add more rhythm or better still some 'Phah Phah' sounds.
He rolled his fingertips over my nipples and I bit my lips as his touch sent shivers running down my spine.
"Alessandro." I mentioned his name again like I was chanting some spell. "You're pinching me so hard and...and my nipples hurt." I said and he scoffed, his hand grabbing my neck roughly.
"Is this the first time I'm doing that? Why does it seem new to you?" His voice was cold yet the sexiness wasn't missing.
"You weren't like this last night, what has come over you?" I asked him but the next minute, he made me regret my words when he held my thighs and widen them, positioning himself in between my laps.
He began licking and biting my pussy and I couldn't help but cry out.
"Don't do it that way…..ah, ow.." I winced as he kept on sucking me. I tried to speak again but my words got stuck in my throa
t when he dipped his fingers in me and at the same time continued to bite and lick my folds.