CHAPTER 3

"My father, he always comes back home whenever he likes. He goes away whenever he likes. He never treated me like I existed." She said and he resisted the urge of not looking at her lips.

They've been calling for him all this time. He swallowed again feeling so hot. He was sweating but taking off his shirt all of a sudden may scare her so he sweated away.

"What about your mother?" He asked, sounding so uninterested in her story.

Her rope came loose a bit when he asked that question and he regretted feeding his eyes so quickly with the view of her stomach and her cleavages.

She lowered her gaze to tie it up, he noticed her red painted fingernails and hands, so slender.

He could have those hands above his head while he would do sweet dirty things to her. He whispered to himself and he wished he didn't think that but he was reaching his limit. He knew he was.

"My mother is dead. Died when I was younger." She said sadly while he finally sat down beside her.

His hand descended on her soft shoulders as he wrapped and held her there smiling reassuringly into her eyes. "Don't worry, everything will be fine with you."

She looked up at his face, like she wanted clarity. "Are you sure everything will be fine from now on?" She asked, struggling to breathe, ever since he came to be this close to her, so many sweet shocks had been traveling around her body not to mention the rapid beat of her heart.

And suddenly, his lips claimed hers. He wasn't asking, he couldn't ask. He has crossed the bridge of asking.

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

He searched her depth, he kissed her into responding to his kisses, and 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 with her childhood crush. She was breaking and he made sure he was filling her out at each point she broke out.

She clutched him so she wouldn't fall and he widened her legs by wrapping her legs 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 were glued to his handwriting, then his name.

ALESSANDRO ANTONIO.