Chapter 3

And she liked it that he didn't ask. Staring at her all these while and listening to her was enough pass for him to do anything he wanted.

He searched her depth, he kissed her into responding to his kisses, his hands came around her waist as he pulled her into his hard body.

She was breaking out. She was struggling to breathe, she tried to pull away from him but no, he was gaining in on her. He had her sprawled on the couch unfastening the rope of her robe and clutching her bare skin.

Her mouth fell open and her face threw to the back with her hair spread all over the couch as his lips came to her neck, and he was grunting into her ears with raw need.

“I need you Bambino Mio (my baby)” he whispered as his tongue touched her naked breast. Her hands were useless against him.

Her toes curled up as a ticklish feeling transferred from her body and straight to her brain. Her mouth let out a sweet moan.

She has never felt this good before. “I will make you feel beautiful.” He said as he kissed her face sticking his hand into her panties. “I will make your pain go away for a while, bambino.”

She screamed when she felt his hand inside of her, their eyes locked into each other before their lips met again.

This time, with much ferocity and want than the first kiss but the thrust in and out of her body caused her to stop kissing and grab hold of his shoulder.

“Do you feel better now?” He grunted out and she tried to nod her head. “No Bambino, you have to be grateful by replying to me with words.” He said driving deeper into her.

She whimpered, shaking, her legs jelly like and immovable, she tried to make out words with her creamy lips. “I feel…Ahhh.” He pinched her left breast and then held it.

“You feel much better now Bambino?” He whispered, sucking her ears now and she was lost. She wasn't in this world anymore.

“Answer me.” He said as he pulled out of her and touched her face with his creamy fingers, he drew invisible lines on her rosy cheeks with his wet fingers and stuck his fingers into his mouth. “Hmmm, Bambino, you taste so good.”

And her head began to swell. He was smiling down at her and she didn't need anything else but him. He touched her wet hair, “I've so much wanted to feel your hair texture,” he fluffed and sniffed her hair and she was watching him.

“You're so beautiful Bambino. I bet your father never told you that.” He said while she shook his head. “I knew he wouldn't.” He began to take off his shirt.

He tried his best to get himself out of his trousers and he was standing in his boxers and his hard manhood, “Now I'm going to make you remember that someone like me cares so much about you. I'm going to make you remember me each time you feel like your father doesn't love you enough Bambino.” He said rubbing his cock around her wetness until he inserted it.

She stiffened, grabbing the leathers of the couch beneath her while letting her mouth open. He made sure his weight never rested on her but never gave her enough room to breathe.

He went into her slowly, kissing her, touching her, sucking her, gaining pace, moving faster and faster, she was screaming in pleasure. Begging that this won't stop.

She has never felt like this before. Not even when she loved her childhood crush, Eduardo. She was breaking and he made sure he was filling in for her at each point she broke out.

She clutched him so she won't fall and he widened her legs by wrapping them around his sleek waist moving swiftly until…. Until…. “Ahhh!!” They orgasmed and he gathered her to himself.

She felt so relieved and loved as every part of her sang out of joy. This is what she wanted. He was patting her softly until she slept off.

She woke up to the rays of the sun touching her face, she stirred on the bed and sat up yawning. Her eyes darted around the room searching for someone until they fell on a note sitting on the foot of the lamp table;

   

           “ Thank you for last night, Bambino.

I really enjoyed myself.”

                                           From

                              Alessandro Antonio.  

Amora read the note over and over again before her face spread out in a soft smile. Her eyes glued to his handwriting, then his name.

ALESSANDRO ANTONIO.

So the person who made her feel on top of the world yesterday was Antonio, the billionaire who she has always seen in papers, articles, TVs posing with his wife and children, his father in law included.

She didn't see him as someone who can smile or come to hotels to spend a night. Or even be so soft and tender with people. Or maybe he was that way to only her.

Butterflies filled her stomach. She finds it so hard to believe that she actually spent a night with Antonio.

She giggled holding onto the note, she dropped her feet to the floor and a ticklish feeling filled her body immediately, the aftermath of last night was still written all over her.

She looked around the room again, and her eyes fell on that couch… yeah, she could remember writhing in pleasure as she lay there and she could feel his presence.

His huge tall figure, his intense eyes, the feel of his touch on her skin. She stood up and went over to the couch with the note still in her hand.

The smell of him filled her nose. His cologne, his maleness was splattered on the couch and made the couch reek of him. She lowered and stuck her finger into it.

This is Antonio's cum. She thought to herself, filling her insides with raw need again. She wanted to see him again. To have sex with him again.

She wanted to hear him call her Bambino again. She wanted to hear him whisper soft words into her ears again.

She walked into the bathroom to see her dress already clean and well dried. He must've done that for her before leaving.

A tear dropped out of her eyes when she went over to the bathtub to see that the water was already prepared and filled with rose petals.

There was a note on top of the sink;

“A warm bath will make you feel better when you wake up, Bambino. Make sure to remember me each time you feel bad about your father.”

From :

Alessandro Antonio

He's such a sweet man. Where was he when she was born and Francesco had to become her father? Why didn't God give her a father like Antonio?

She stripped off her robe and guided herself into the tub and relaxed letting the water soak into her skin. And her hair. And her center which still burned from Antonio's touch.

Her mind was filled with Antonio. Then her eyes were fixated on the two notes, his name totally engraved on each of them. ANTONIO.

She will surely remember him forever. Not only will she remember him but she's going to find him. She thought as she scooped some water and rubbed it on her arms.