105.
Amelia's POV
I swear I could see the angels already. They were there in their robes of white.
Every of Alessandro's bites sent me a step closer to heaven. One time I thought I was dead, not until he ate in more deeper and I almost fainted.
I inhaled and exhaled like I had just finished a marathon race. I thought he was done until he held my two boobs firmly and aggressively, kissing me hungrily.
I could feel my taste on his lips and as his tongue fought for more dominance in my mouth, I felt more horny.
I held his face in my palms, my hands roaming his face as he did things to me.
As we went on with the kiss, he led my hand into his sweatpants and while I stroked him, he made everything even by fingering me too.
I was losing my breath. It's hard and I couldn't help it the least.
Alessandro was so aggressive and this made me wonder what had really come over him.
He kneaded my breasts like dough, playing with my nipples like a xylophone.
"I want you." He rasped to me, pinning my arms above my head, "you quite know how to calm down when I'm angry. Help me this time too cause I'm losing my sanity."
"Alessandro, I don't understand what you're trying to say?"
He scoffed and bit my earlobe. "Noone ever understands me. Not even my own father. Don't you think it's funny?"
Next, I feel something in my box. I thought it was his fingers but no, it didn't seemed like it.
I gasped when he pushed the object deep in me. It was soft so I didn't imagine it to be the rotating balls. Hell, those things, I'd rather die.
He shoved the object out and slid it across my face and that was when I realised it was a dildo.
Sometimes, he made me wonder what sort of a man he was. He didn't obnh keep BDSM torture tools and now he has a dildo too?
Why would he go for a size as big as this?
First, he rubbed the dildo on my lips and I could smell my cum right on it. He dipped it in my mouth without caution and he pushed it in and out, controlling the object.
He started slowly but as the minutes ticked by, he increased his pace. My throat damn hurt and if this dildo could almost take my breath away, I wonder what his cock would do to me.
I could feel his rod right on my entrance and this made me throb with more need, more desire for every of his shaft. Yet, I felt I was craving for something dangerous but the crave was insurmountable.
My throat hurt real bad but Alessandro wouldn't stop thrusting the dildo in and out.
I felt helplessness but I still yearned for him— for his dick and his tongue on my coochie.
"How can you help me, Amoretto?" Alessandro asked, breaking the silence that hung in the room. "What do you think is best to offer to an angry man?" An evil grin suddenly appeared on his lips and his fingertips began to graze my thighs and the next minute, his fingers were back in me again.
He did away with the dildo and watched me with a smirk on his face as I moan and scream at every merciless finger thrust.
"You look so beautiful when you cry in this manner…." His voice was barely audible, so low but I could hear him. "and when you roll back your eyes? Fuck," he licked his lips and I lost every remaining ounce of self control in me. "I want to bend you over." He said and rolled invisible circles on my cleavages, his touch was warm.
I craved more than all of these foreplay.
"How best can you please me?" He asked again, this time an hint of unwavering seriousness in his eyes. "I want all of this anger in me gone but I don't see myself trying. All I want to do is fuck you but you're so big and endowed that I don't know where to start from. Is it your big boobs?" He smacked them and I yelped, "or your fucking ass." He spanked me and a moan was sent escaping my mouth.
He stood up and reached for his phone, then he lay beside me on the bed. He tickled my tits to tease me before he finally unlocked his phone and tapped on the Chrome app, punching into the search engine words that made me look at him in surprise.
"This is pornography, Alessandro." I told him, putting on a frown as though I didn't like the videos that flooded the phone's screen as he tapped on a tag suggestion.
~ Hot Bathroom Sex ~
"Shut up." He shushed me up and increased the volume of the video. My eyes were glued to the screen, the blue film was amazing— something I wouldn't wanna miss.
It was a boss-employee stuff. The lady came late to work and she has to please her boss to avert his anger.
Slowly, the lady stripped naked and her boss licked his lips as he watched her strip naked. She was finding it difficult to pull off her bra so he stood up and helped her.
Swiftly, his hand moved down her back but he was taking too long to help unhook her bra.
"Delilah…" he whispered in her ear as he rolled his fingertip over her nipples through the bra. The lady threw her head backwards in ecstasy, moaning.
Her moans increased when one hand slid down her abdomen and her nose slipped a finger into her pussy.
She shut her eyes, moaning and when he saw that she was really enjoying it, he added another finger then another.
Alessandro followed suit and fingered me too. My head was buried in his chest and when the finger thrusts got inte
nse, I had to hold his wrist to stop him but my strength didn't match his.