43.
Amelia's POV
I opened my eyes slowly as the sun rays shone on my cheek. The scent that wafted through my nose was familiar yet it seemed unusual.
This was my room, right? Why did it smell so manly and especially like Alessandro's?
Argh, what's this weight on my body?
Lord! Alessandro!
How on earth did I sleep off here last night? I tried to push him off my body but he only held me more tightly.
"You...can you just move aside?" I gritted my teeth, trying to push him off but he flipped me over and now I was on top of him.
Good lord! Alessandro can you please take your morning wood off my….my cunt?! It's poking me so hard and why is he placed directly on my pussy entrance. This guy knows the way to my clit even when he's asleep!
At the other side of the bed, I saw my pantie lying beneath the pillow. This man, he was still obsessed to my pantie. His night balm...funny.
This seemed like some fantasies to me. How can a man fall asleep at the scent of pussy juice?
"S….sir Alessandro.." I tapped him on the shoulder gently. But he muttered out incoherent words.
"Hgghthek…"
Great! Lord, I'm in trouble.
After some minutes of struggle, I was able to pull myself from him. I sighed in relief and stood up, picking his shirt from the sofa and after putting it on, I ran out of the room.
"Do you do this everyday or my sight is blurry and I'm just imagining things?"
I slowly turned around at the small voice I heard. Vivianne again?
"Hey, hi Vivianne." I smiled toothily, fidgeting with the collar of the shirt.
I thought Alessandro wanted her to remain at the other side of the property, why was she always here and most especially, during or after steamy moments with Alessandro?
She eyed me with scrutiny, folding her arms. "Who are you to Alessandro?"
"Um.. I'm just...just one of his workers."
Vivianne shook her head slowly. "I see.. and why did you sleep in his room last night?"
Oh lord! Was this some questioning session?
"Uh? In the Don's room?" I chuckled dryly, nodding the negative. "You're not right about that, I just...I just went to clean his room."
"Hmmm…" she nodded slowly, moving closer and sniffing the air like some trail dog. "You smell so much like Alessandro and why are you wearing his shirt too?"
It was at that moment I realised I had Alessandro's shirt on me. How on earth did that escape my mind?
Hell, I didn't know I'd meet this little judge on my way.
"Don't be such a poke nose, Anne." That was Alessandro's voice. He moved closer to us, stopping beside me. "This is none of your business, okay? Now, go on, breakfast should be ready by now." He took her hand and dragged her away.
Hah, thank goodness. That was….kinda tough. Vivianne was just a young girl but she's so smart.
Two minutes after I got into my room, I heard a knock on the door. Now I had to be sure if it was Alessandro or not. I don't want him here right now.
He shouldn't come here and get me wet again.
"Who's there?" I asked.
"Who else were you expecting?" Alessandro replied. That same husky and sexy voice that pulls me into a world filled with erotic desires painted with cum and loud moans like music.
No, I wouldn't open the door. I told myself, almost turning back but as I heard him speak again, I halted.
"Open up now or I'll break down the door." He said but in my ears, it sounded like; "Spread your legs now. Don't worry it won't hurt, I'll rub my saliva and it'll penetrate easily."
After standing still for some seconds, I finally jolted out of my thoughts and opened the door.
The first thing my eyes caught was Alessandro's grey sweatpants. No, it wasn't really about the sweatpants but the big rod that has caught my interest.
"Is it so big that you can't take your eyes off?" Alessandro asked and I looked up immediately. I tucked my hair away, and embarrassed smile on my face.
"I wasn't…" I wanted to lie but he raised his palm and stopped me from speaking. He let himself in and my eyes are glued to his face. His morning hair that looked like a bird's nest and his green eyes that glowed like a precious pearl.
Of course, he was precious. His dick is precious. Everything about him captivated me. His lips are captivating, his eyes are captivating and even his morning wood was captivating!
Why do I always feel drawn to him? Was it because of his handsomeness or because I know he has a big rod inside his pants?
I felt hot whenever he was closer which I don't feel for any man. Maybe he has cast some sort of spell on me that makes me want the whole of him.
"W..why are you here?" I was burning with so much hotness inside of me but I tried to keep my voice steady.
Alessandro smirked and shut the door before leaning on it and folding his arms.
The room remained quiet and I just wanted to look at anywhere but his face. But no, I couldn't do it.
You're killing me slowly, Alessandro. The more I looked at him, the more the erotic castle walls in my head gets painted with whole lot of cum.
I was the castle and Alessandro was the paint. I was the one with the pussy and he was the one with a fat big rod!
Even though we're not having sex right now, I could imagine him dumping his loads in my throat already.
My cheeks turned into shades of red as Alessandro moved closer and when his hand touch his shirt on me, I came back to life.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a little frown. He grabbed my chin, the melting smirk still on his face. His thumb traced my earlobe and he bent and kissed the nape of my neck.
Not again!
"I want my shirt back." He whispered into my ear, his hand moving to draw the shirt up and I froze.