95.
Alessandro's POV
Amelia stood behind me, her arms wrapped around my back. I could see her smiley face in the mirror and it made me wonder why she had been happy all day.
I wanted to ask but as if she knew I was going to talk, she placed a finger on my lips.
"Sshh." She grinned, sitting on my lap and grabbing my tie. Her legs were at either sides of my lap and slowly she began to unbutton my almost buttoned up shirt.
"I need you." She whispered in my ear, purring in my lap like a cat. "My pantie is soaked and I want your joystick deep in me."
I sighed, stopping her hands from going beyond my waistband. "I have to attend to business now and as my assistant you have to get dressed and follow me." I said and stood up from the stool, making her stand on the floor.
"Alessandro…" she pouted, moving closer to me as she slipped the straps that held her blouse steady. I had to look away when her boobs popped out. If I look at those perky nipples, ah, there was no way I'd be able to keep to time for my meeting.
"Amelia," I called, buttoning up my shirt. She was staring daggers at me and now she looked like she was going to strangle me any moment from now.
"Please get me my wristwatch from the drawer." I asked and she rolled her eyes at me.
"Are you ignoring me?"
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "the... wristwatch."
Please don't make me fuck you, Amelia because you're going to cry. I hoped she didn't push further. In as much as I wanted to bend her over, this meeting was important.
"Ugh…" she scoffed, going to get the wristwatch as I've asked. I took it from her with a smile and patted her cheeks.
"Thank you sweetheart, please get ready. I'll be downstairs waiting." I picked up my suit jacket and when I got to the door, I looked back.
Amelia's shooted nipples that outlined beneath her blouse was the first thing I noticed.
My dick twitched in my pants. Man, you can just wait until I'm back.
"When did this become official?" She questioned, shrugging. My legs made to move, I wanted to turn around but kept still.
This is me being nice, amoretto. You mightn't be able to walk with those legs if I slam this...this needy rod in you.
"Ion know. Just…. meet me downstairs." I replied and after that I said nothing. Leaving the room, I shut the door behind me and I could hear her groan out loud.
"I hate you!" Her screams filled my ears but I only scoffed and kept walking away.
The drive was silent, Amelia wouldn't stop staring at me and her intense gaze had started to become too awkward.
She moved closer, away from the window and rested her head on my shoulder. I raised a brow, wondering what she was going to do.
"I...miss you." She whined and before I could process her words, her fingers crawled into my pants as she unhooked my belt.
"W...what are you doing?" I widened my brows as she began to fondle my cock.
"Don't you know what to do? Stop acting like a clueless rabbit and touch me too." I didn't know whether her words were a command or plea. Her eyes glistened with impatience, she was eager to have my fingers in her.
Or was it excitement? I couldn't tell.
"Ah, Mel." I groaned as she played with my pecker. "Don't tease me like that." I warned, my voice low. "daddy will cum."
She grinned, her cheekbones rising into a blush. "I want you to cum for me. You were so eager about attending your meeting that you almost forgot that not only your business needs attention but my pussy needs it too. I'm throbbing all for you, can't you see?"
My driver cleared his throat as he watched us through the rearview mirror but as our eyes met, he quickly turned his eyes on the road.
"It's fine, okay? I know you really want to be banged but let's get this meeting done with first."
She pouted, complaining. She didn't want to listen. "Sandro?"
Fuck, that cute puppy eyes. So sexy.
I wanted to see her cry with those eyes when I fuck her hole.
"Amelia, it's a promise." I said, kissing her softly on the lips as I held her hand and led it out of my pants. "Be a good girl now and you'll get your reward. If you cause any tantrums, daddy might get annoyed and not give you what you want."
She didn't want to take her hands off but somehow my words made her did, reluctantly.
"Suit yourself but don't question me when you see me masturbating." She clicked her tongue in annoyance, her nose scrunched up.
I gasped, grabbing her chin in a quick move. "What did you say?"
Chuckling, she took two of my fingers and dipped it in her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. "What did you hear, Don DeMarco?"
Shit!
"You will do no such thing, okay?" I warned, raising my finger at her with my other hand. "Your pussy is only for me and even you don't get to dip a finger in that hole."
She stopped sucking my fingers and folded her arms under her breasts.
I gulped down, averting my gaze from her watermelons.
"So how do I help myself when I'm wet and I'm not allowed to touch myself?"
I shrugged, my brows knitted together as I studied the look on her face. She had something running on her mind and I wanted her to spill it out.
"Don't do anything nasty, Amelia." I warned, she chuckled and patted my hair.
"Oh not at all, Don DeMarco. I'll do it the right way." She commented, her voice filled with all hint of naughtiness.
I raised a brow, waiting for her to continue but she only kept muttering things to herself which I didn't hear.
"Just spill it out already." I hissed, frustration sipping in.
"Maybe I should get a boyfriend, don't you think?"
"You…!"
Screech.. I was interrupted by the abrupt car halt. My head snapped towards Micah whose face had now etched up in fear.
"What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
"S...sir, we just got double-crossed." He replied, trembling. Then, I noticed a black van in front of us, blocking our path.