44.
Amelia's POV
"You want your shirt back?" I asked again and he nodded, fondling my breasts.
I bit my lips to stop a moan from leaving my lips and stepped backwards before he could continue kneading my breasts like dough.
"Can you at least wait and when I'm done bathing, I'll bring it to you after I wash it at the laundry." I said, clasping my palms together with a small smile.
"What if I tell you I want it here and now." He folded his arms across his chest, watching me with scrutiny as if he caught me stealing his pencil.
"No." I shook my head, maintaining the small smile on my face. "You can just wait until I'm done bathing. I promise your shirt will be with you in some minutes."
"Minutes? What if I can't wait?" He raised his brows and I nodded.
"Okay then, you'll have it now. So I won't have to take it to the laundry anymore." I replied, moving to the bathroom. I made to open the door but Alessandro's soft touch on my waist stopped me and I turned around to meet his shiny orbs.
"Do you need your shirt so badly? You have so many to spare." I chuckled, trying to peel his hands off my body but he only closed the little space between us.
"I just want to watch you take it off. Is that too much to ask?"
Don't be so naughty, Mr big fat dick?
"You must be joking, right?"
"No." He shook his head.
"You are." I insisted.
"Nope."
"Yep."
"Nope."
Sigh. I give up. No more arguing.
"If this isn't a joke then it's fine but all I need is some minutes to take my bath and come back to you."
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Alessandro's POV
I woke up from the bed, no not the bed. On the floor. How did I fucking end up here and where was Amelia?
I groaned, stretching. I must have slept a lot. This is 8am.
She should've waited until I was awake though. We didn't always cuddle after sex but we did that yesterday.
What's happening to me? When did I start cuddling with a slut?
No, Amelia wasn't a slut. She was just my sex slave and someone special.
Special? No, I meant special.
Fuck, I was still saying the same thing.
Amelia just has special fucking styles which weren't from this earth. And it felt so exciting to try out new styles everyday.
I walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face before wiping it off with my towel.
All I wanted was some water from the kitchen but I halted when I Amelia's large ass came into view.
Fuck! Jesus!
My shirt on her was oversized, still that didn't stop her butt from shooting out and making me crazy.
Vivianne was there arguing with her. Why was she so curious if Amelia passed a night on my room or not?
Immediately Amelia's gaze met with mine, my dick twitched in my pants and it was with so much self discipline that I didn't spank her in Vivianne's presence?
I quickly took Vivianne's hand and led her away from the hallway.
I changed my mind about taking some water and went to Amelia's room. Instead of water, won't some breast milk be okay?
Shoot! Amelia doesn't have breasts milk since she wasn't a nursing mother. Well, I don't care. All I want was a taste of her nipples.
Amelia opened the door and I chuckled. Why does my shirt look so good on her? Revealing her perfect body endowments even without leaving any detail unknown.
Her nipples were just shouting, daddy come! Come to us! We need you!
But why does Amelia look the very opposite? Like she doesn't want me here.
Her every facial expression whether happy or sad just gave me every reason to fuck her.
Whenever she pouts, I imagine her sucking my dick and whenever she smiles, I imagine she's delighted seeing me so erected.
She was saying everything to make me turn around and leave but I would do everything to make her want all of me.
My plan was to tease her. I know she couldn't resist my touch, so I wouldn't keep my hands off her instead.
"I'm just so eager to take my property back. How could I possibly wait until you take your bath?" I asked, running my hands through my hair sexily just to draw Amelia's eyes back to my face.
She was no longer looking at the wardrobe and now her gaze was fixed on me just like I wanted.
I expected her to fall into my arms and give herself to me but she was doing the opposite.
"You call a shirt some property? Wake up, this is just some silk material that could burn off at the drop from a candle." She scoffed.
"Just like a candle can burn my shirt, I want to dump my hot sperm in you. Do you care to burn too?" I whispered, my fingertips grazing her arm.
"Is that a pickup line? Sperms don't burn, sir."
I chuckled, yanking her more closer to me so that her lips are pressed against my hard chest.
"Tell me what my sperm does to you then? If it doesn't burn, tell me what happens when you feel it in you or better still when I release it and it flows down your pussy."
"Do you expect me to answer that?" Amelia shut her eyes, balling her fists. I knew she was only trying to resist the urge to pull me closer and suck my lips.
"You have to give me an answer since you think I'm not right when I say my sperm burns you." I folded my arms, waiting for her to speak; prove me wrong or tell me what my cum does to her.
"No, I'm not going to answer you. I know what you're driving at." She pushed me away, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "I can see you're only trying to get me horny. Do you have a high libido, Don DeMarco? You want sex again?"
I yanked her closer to me, our gaze meeting. "I only want to suck you, amoretto. My throat is dry and I'm almost dying. I need something to quench my thirst and your boobs can only help me."
"I don't have water or milk in my breasts. What are you saying?"
"Will you allow me finger you then? Until you cum."