56.
Amelia's POV
There was no alarm to wake me up. His warm good morning kiss woke me up. My cute gentleman, my Alessandro.
He brought me breakfast in bed too and settled down to feed me too.
Everything looked normal and a bit different too but I ignored all negative thoughts.
The moment was gentle like ice and he didn't stop looking at me with his eyes full of affection too.
"How did your night go, darling?" He asked, his voice gentle and warm. He kept the warm smile on his face; it never quavered. No, not once.
"It went well, what about yours?" I asked him back and he shrugged.
"Not bad. I'm sorry I didn't come back home last night. I had many things to cover up at the site."
He just apologized? This was strange? Was this the same Alessandro I have known?
"You don't have to apologise about that. It's fine. I missed you though but it's good that you're back now." I replied and he gave me a small peck on the lips.
He had this romantic side?
"Why don't we take a fresh bath together? Uh?" He raised a brow, putting on his playboy smirk.
"Alessandro, is it what I'm thinking?" I folded my arms, watching him closely.
He pulled me into his laps and loosened the straps of my nightwear. He kneaded my breasts as he spoke and I moaned in his right ear.
"What's on your mind, amoretto? Sex in the bathroom?"
I shook my head, feigning ignorance. "No, a worship service I think. A praise to Jehovah — the Almighty. Don't you think he's worth it? You know? He created the universe and all, humans — you and I."
"I should be grateful, he created us wonderfully." Alessandro chuckled, circling his thumb on my nipples, slowly and the pleasure shredded into my skin, sending goosebumps all over my skin.
He continued, "what could I have done without a dick? What could I have done if you don't have a pussy between your legs, amor?"
"I never thought about that. It should be us, singing the hallelujah hymns in our robes of white. In my gentle sonorous voice and your bass voice. It would be a very wonderful duo, don't you think?"
Laughter erupted from his lips, his cheekbones rising handsomely. "Is this joke, Amoretto? Do you really think that's it? Singing in robes of white. Singing hallelujah hymns or singing with my dick like a microphone. Which would you love, dolcezza?"
"Hallelujah in the highest, the Almighty deserves every praise. What's that thing called dick?" I frowned, pretending I didn't know a dick was something long, with a thick shaft and one with pre-cum. Alessandro's dick especially.
He groaned, spanking my nipple. I jerked, pushing my boobs into his chest unintentionally.
"Why are you suddenly being all religious? I know you're a bad girl and no church girl. Why don't we continue this conversation in the bathroom?" He asked and without getting a reply from me, he scooped me into his arms and took me to the bathroom.
"Sandro, stop." I whined. "I only wanted to pray."
He halted in his footsteps, leaned in and sucked my tits like a child.
I threw my head backwards, moaning like shit.
This man!
"Stop teasing me, baby. I know you want me just like I do."
He walked into the bathroom and shut the door, using his back.
After that, he placed me on the edge of the bathtub and slowly pulled off my panties and night wear.
Hell, I had my pantie on? That was strange!
Locking his eyes with mine, he parted my laps and kneaded my thighs softly, moving his hands up to touch my pussy.
Alessandro pinched my vagina and I moaned again, pursing my lips.
"S... Sandro…" I called, my breath hitching.
"Do you want me to stop, Amoretto?" He asked as he pushed in his fingers, never breaking eye contact with me.
How on earth would I tell him no!
His fingers were extraordinarily soft and soothing. And the way he slid in, fuck!
It was slow yet ripping and ecstatic!
"Sandro. What are you doing to me?" I muttered as he continued to push in his fingers. He was only using a finger yet his thrust was heavenly.
"Please add a finger." I begged.
"Are you sure, dolcezza?"
"Why are you thrusting with a finger? Please thrust all in me. I want all of you." I cried, pouting my lips.
"Uh? Someone's begging for a crazy finger thrust…." He whined and I my grip tightened on the edge of the bathtub.
"Please…"
"I thought you wanted to sing heavenly hymns in robes of white?"
"No, Sandro. I only want to sing with your dick!"
"Say please…" he asked, keeping his pace more slow and it got me more frustrated too.
I want it fast not slow. Stop being a gentleman! I screamed in my head.
"P…please baby." I begged and he grinned before pulling me up and bending me over the WC.
Just as fast as I wanted it, he fingered me beautifully from behind. Fast, crazy.
Fucking fast. Fucking crazy, fucking estastic.
"Do you like it baby?"
"Stop being a gentleman! Do it without mercy!" I screamed.
Cum started dripping from my pussy as he shoved his fingers out. I breathed heavily in and out like an athlete who just finished a marathon race.
And I haven't even started yet.
"Does it hurt, baby?" He inquired as he pushed his shaft into me gently.
"Do I thrust in more?"
"I want all of you in me, baby. Do it, do it without mercy!" I yelled as he moved in and out slowly, teasing me.
Before I could let out more words, the whole of Alessandro's dick was in me. This time, he slammed in and out mercilessly and the smile on his face vanished.
After some minutes of nonstop thrusting and anal fucking, he grabbed my hair and turned me around to face him.
His once cool face turned ruthless and a scowl replaced the harmless smile.
"Who do you think this is?"
"You are Alessandro, aren't you?" I asked, my voice shaky.
He laughed out loud and red horns grew out of either side of his head.
"No, baby. This is the devil." He growled and everything turned dark. Just then, I realised everything was all a nightmare and when I woke up, Alessandro was the first person I saw.
I gripped the sheets, moving backwards.
"Why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?"
"Here. A hot coffee for your troubles." He said again, pushing the mug into my hand.