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Chapter 10
Tomaso
Iguessitwasbecause she impressed my father that my level of attraction had increased. I felt like a ravenous beast who wanted to remove her clothes.
There was also the element of how she took a downright ridiculous situation and turned it into beautiful fruit. She ran with it. She would sign a contract that didn't make sense and had never been done before. Angelina played her part well. There was part of me that thought she did it for me. It was also part of me that thought she did it for the money. I was 50/50 on that. I had this battle going on inside over whether or not her feelings were true.
In any case, I genuinely couldn't get it out of my head just how good she had been with my dad. She really impressed the man, and I hadn't expected that. I envisioned her sitting at the table, looking pretty and not saying much. That wasn't a put-down in any way. I just hadn't expected her to go above and beyond and really do her part. But it went swimmingly. Now, of course, there was the element of my father. He may have made her feel good and complimented her. But I knew underneath, he was still thinking about Linda and the problem. It was a big situation. My father wasn't going to be rude to her. But it wasn't ideal, and I was sure he was skeptical. A man like him had no business letting me know he was skeptical. It was the perfect play. His job was to just sit back and see if there were any holes in my armor. Maybe he would catch us writing a script to our charade or something. I might have been cynical, but I need it to be.
But back to my attraction to Angelina. I had never been so enthralled with her. She consumed my mind. I just wanted to kiss her for how good she did. The weird part was that I felt closer to her like we had done something as a team. I rarely felt that with anyone. She peeled back layers on me as if I was an onion, and the craziest part about it all was she wasn't even trying to.
It was the middle of the day on a Sunday. We both had nothing to do. She took advantage of that by watching TV on the couch. I liked to see her there because I knew the other day she was hiding for me in the room upstairs. Maybe hiding was a strong word. She was avoiding me. There must have been something about the dinner with my father that made her want to come out of her hole, and instead of watching reality shows in that bedroom, she didn't mind watching them in the living room again.
"This looks like it's from the '90s," I told her as I approached.
Her head never turned from the TV as she said, "It's The Real World. It doesn't get old. It takes me back to a simpler time."
" You're in your mid-20s. You weren't born in the 90s."
That time she looked up at me. " I absolutely was born in the '90s. Bad at math, I see." She turned back to face the TV. I took a moment standing behind that couch because I could see right down her blouse. It was a tank top, not a blouse. Her breasts had perfectly in her bra. I thought of my attraction for her upstairs. Just thinking about her was off the charts. But I was wrong. Because standing there, it was out of this world.
I brought myself around the couch and sat down next to her. She looked at me with a smile.
" You're going to watch it with me?"
Well, now I felt bad. She genuinely wanted me to watch. I couldn't just sit there and tell her I wanted to fuck. With anyone else, I would have. With her, I was a gentleman. " Yeah, sure. It couldn't hurt."
We sat there silently for an entire minute as I stared at the screen. Not understanding what was going on. Lucky for me, Angelina was very perceptive. " You going to come here to watch this show with me?"
I moved in to kiss her. She gets me back. But it wasn't as aggressive as I thought it would be. When I moved, I said, "You really impressed me. I never meant to be so closed off from you."
She smiled and let out a giggle. Her eyes were looking at my lips. It was making my dick hard. "So what, you're rewarding me with? Kisses?"
" Nah, I'm going to reward you with my dick," I said sarcastically to not sound like a pig.
She picked up on that because her hand went down to my pants. She felt the outline of my hardened cock. That was also when she moved in for her own kiss. That time her lips were far more aggressive, and I welcomed it. She had her hand on my cock above my pants while her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her tongue barely let mine in. But God, how I loved it. This is what passion was to me. I felt like I was missing out on this in my life. If there was ever a moment where I could imagine her in my life forever, it was on that couch while kissing her.
As our lips danced with one another, her perfume entered my nose. It was citrusy mixed with a bit of candy. That made me even harder. The way she stroked my dick above my pants, I only wanted her to unzip them and allow some skin to skin. She took her time jerking me off, though. It was a nice little tease. Her hands were like magic. Better yet, they were like a musician's hands playing the guitar.
I brought my hand to her face to pull her closer. Her chest was pressed against mine. Without even looking, I could tell she was unbuckling my pants. But I could also tell she was doing it for her desire. It wasn't just to please me. And that was the hottest thing.
Because of that, I couldn't help but grab her tits. I squeezed it hard while it sat there in the bra. She had such big breasts that I could barely fit them in my hand. Just thinking about them. I needed more. So we had to stop kissing for a second so I could remove her tank top. She lifted her arms up to help me get it off. My eyes descended to her lacy bra, where her breasts were busting out. That, of course, needed to come off next. So I slipped my hands behind her back and unhooked the thing. Her breasts descended as I washed and then popped out of the bra.
Her nipples were hard and pointy. I grabbed one of her breasts and put the nipple in my mouth. Just as it looked, it was hard between my lips. I sucked it and listened to her little moan. It was a moan that she definitely tried to conceal. But she couldn't help herself, making me smile as I sucked away.
Her hands ran through my hair. Every now and then, she would give him a nice little pull. She was beautiful in her movements, vulnerable in everything else. I returned the favor and had to give her hair a little pull myself. It just felt right. Looking back, I had never been so close to a woman. Sure, I had had plenty of sex. But nothing compared to what we were doing on that couch. It was a different type of connection. It was one that I did not want to end. And there was no end in sight.
Before I knew what, my pants were off. She also took my top off. So I was completely naked; she still wore her pants and underwear. Definitely no complaints there.
Her head landed on my penis like an airplane on a runway. She wasted no time in sucking me off. She did this with her tongue, swirling around the tip of my dick. She did these all while her lips were wrapped around my shaft, her head bobbing up and down like a chicken pecking. She turned into a different woman altogether when she was doing that. And when she did, it felt like I would see the only person that knew it.
When she lifted her head off my cock, I knew it was my turn to please. I laid her down and finally took her pants off. Her thong was in there as well. Right before, I now was her glistening pussy. She would be soaked. Her little clitoris was poking out at me. Her lips were wide open. Her pinkness was calling me to lick. So that's exactly what I did. I landed my tongue down just like she landed her head down before, and I licked away. I tasted every little bit of her saltiness. I ran my tongue around her hole. I held on to her hips. My tongue worked its magic.
If she had been trying to conceal her moans before, the gloves were off as I licked her because she was almost screaming. With every sound she made, a bit of accomplishment filled me.
I licked her until she pushed my head off. That was my sign to stick it in her. When I did, there was this little moan the second it was fully in. Her eyes locked with mine, and we were off to the races. I held on to one of her titties while going in and out of her. I could feel her tightness and her wetness. I look down at her hard nipples and how she bit her lip. There wasn't any part of her that wasn't sexy.
When she grabbed one of the throw pillows behind her head and her mouth opened wide, I knew she was finishing. This gave me the green light to finish myself. So I went quicker, and then quicker until I pulled out and came all over her stomach. She watched it come out of me. She bit her lip while it did.
