Skin To Skin Mistress

She's alone again, Amora thought to herself as she said goodbye to Camila on the phone and hung up. She heard the door open and then close to announce her father's disappearance from the house again.

She clenched her fist, tears filled her eyes blinding her for a moment as she tried to control that feeling roaming inside of her already.

Why is she treated this way? Why can't he just stay with her for a while? But why would he when he hated to see her so badly.

"Non avresti mai dovuto nascere. (You should never have been born!)" She could hear him cursing at her mother when she was still alive.

She wheeled around and stormed her way into her father's room.

Moonray flooded the room through the curtains, she walked to the light switch and turned it on and light flooded the room.

She went to her father's drawer and threw it open, searching recklessly through the files and documents.

She didn't find anything tangible that she wanted. She went to her father's stand, then his bed and raised his pillow, then she saw what she was looking for.

Dollars in clean currency! She reached for her bag and packed every currency into her bag.

"I will never come back." She mumbled to herself as she hurried away.

It was raining heavily outside but she didn't mind. Heavy droplets of rain on her body made her feel calmer and made her body ache to subside. Her feet were sore, she didn't realize she was barefoot until she was out of the house.

She was shaking and every headlight from every car in the middle of the road got her closing her eyes and moving out of the way as they sped past splashing some water on her.

She didn't stop walking, her body was wet and her clothes were gummed to her skin and she trudged on until she stopped in front of DAHALIA'S HOTEL, the biggest hotel in the area.

She walked in with her clothes dripping wet, "Addetto alla reception (Receptionist) Uhm, can I get a room please?" She asked weakly while the receptionist scrutinized her with her eyes.

She reached for her wet bag and brought out the wet cashes and they dripped of water until she kept them on the counter.

With a disgusted look on the receptionist's face, "No, you can't get a room here. This is not a kind of hotel where you just walk in looking like that and expect to get a room."

"Per favore. (Please) I really need a place I can crash my head for tonight." She said in a pleading voice. "Uhm..." she ransacked her bag to see if she could get more money out of it. She dolled out more cash and dropped them.

"I'm sorry young lady but we don't..."

"Is that how you treat your customers, receptionist?" A husky looking man intervened and she turned to take in the figure who spoke and at the same time, coming towards her.

Her stomach sank when she took in the man's illuminating presence, tall, huge and muscular. Wearing a black suit and his cologne feeling her nostrils made her feel calmer and more relaxed.

He was standing behind her making all her insides sway and quiver, she could feel the heat of his skin and the vibration of his body due to the cold. The hair on his arms grazed hers and goose bumps filled her skin immediately.

Her body has never reacted so positively to a man like this before. She turned to look at him to catch him staring at her all these while.

He looked away from her and turned to glare at the receptionist. "Why won't you attend to her?" he asked in a throaty voice.

Then he turned to her again, giving out a manly smile which barely showed off his teeth. He pulled off his coat and threw it around her, "You must be very cold." He said softly as he touched her shoulder and she melted.

No one has ever been soft to her. "Can't you see that she really needs a room here?"

The receptionist bowed to him, "I'm sorry but we were not..."

"And why can she not?" He interrupted harshly before descending his eyes on Amora again, "Isn't she a customer? Because she came in looking like this doesn't mean she can't be offered generous services?"

Was he speaking up on her behalf? ...she thought, feeling thrilled.

"Mi dispiace signore." The receptionist apologized and gathered the money which Amora placed on the table earlier.

"Wait!" The man stopped the receptionist and turned to Amora, "Mind joining me in my room? You would be fine with me and I think you will need someone to vent to. I could see that in your eyes." He said his eyes were searching hers.

She softened, she relaxed on him while he booked a room with the receptionist.

"Thank you sir." She said as he guided her away.

They took the elevator and Amora could feel his gaze on her all these time. She felt nervous, her legs began to get shaky, her stomach was watery, she could feel him pulling close until he took a hold of her jaw causing her to look up to his face.

"You walked in the rain and got yourself so wet." He uttered in a gruff voice which made her insides dance and leap in pleasure.

She tried to swallow but can't, the lump is hitched in her throat and won't come up or go down. He came closer and brought his hand to touch her.

She stiffened when his hand touched her face, "You're sad. Why?"

She sobered when he heard his voice, "My father..."she began to cry again. He pulled her close and hugged her, patting her back.

"It's okay. You don't have to cry like this because of him."

"He doesn't love me at all. He never looked up at my face and cared about me. No one cares about me."

"But I'm here. I could care about you like you want."

He said, searching her wet eyes with his, she was still. She loved the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach because of him.

His presence was making her insides rumble and swim in pleasure. And the way he sounded, it made her skin burn for his touch.

He lowered his gaze to her lips and she didn't know when she smacked her lips to stop the burn and yearn which had seeped into her mouth. She was trying to catch her breath.

"I can make your pain go away dear."He said as he pulled closer, her legs wobbled a bit and his hands were around her waist to give her a balance.

Just then, the elevator opened.

Their eyes went to the elevator as the doors flew open, the tension seizing for a moment between them as he removed his hands from her body and led the way.

She let out a breath which shook her whole being. She tried to move at first but her legs felt so ticklish.

He came back and wound his hand around her waist and pulled her along with him, she was shaking. She was staring up at his beardy face and wondering why he's being so nice to her.

He reached for the key card when he reached his door and inserted it into the key card lock and it made a beeping sound before he reached for the knob and twisted it open.

He guided her into the entrance and she walked in, he came in after her and closed the door. "You can use the bathroom and take care of yourself. You look a mess in that dress." He said pointing at her wet clothes and she looked at herself.

She really looked messy. The lacy dress was showing off every part of her creamy skin except for the coat, she was as good as naked.

"Thank you." She said and took off the coat and his eyes which have been following her every movement all these while caught the lacy red bra she was wearing beneath her sticky wet dress. And the thin-line lacy red pants underneath.

The top side of her voluptuous breast was dancing as she shook off the coat shivering because of the cold which welcomed her body.

He gulped. He sighed out and settled into the sofa trying not to look at her wet hair, wet neck and moreover, her wet dripping dress.

This isn't what he signed up for. This is not the reason why he chose to sleep out today. His team may be looking for him by now. He reasoned as he reached for his phone to check if there were any incoming calls but there wasn't.

Not even his wife was calling to know about his whereabouts. So like her. Always worried about the company more than she's worried about him or the kids. He thought sighing out and bringing his head to look in that girl's direction again.

She was back into the room wearing a white robe which must've been in the bathroom, her hair was wetter than it was and her body in full view for him.

He swallowed hard. She was digging her hands into her hair while coming towards him and he knew that he was in trouble.

He felt his center and it was already hard and bulgy, he shifted in his seat and tried to clear his throat. "Uh..." words were hitched in his throat.

His eyes followed every of her movement until she sat down a bit far away from him. His eyes followed her legs, her red painted toe nails and more especially her neck.

She's so small and yet so attractive. He thought as he shifted his gaze to her face.

"Thank you sir for helping me out today. I really needed someone to be there for me and thank you for being there." She spoke up warmly and all he could do was just nod his head.

"That's fine. I'm glad I could help cheer you up." He said and silence reigned between them, or maybe it wasn't silence because he could smell the rising tension between them. "Your father? You were saying something about him earlier."

"Yeah." She touched her wet hair again, whipping it back to the back of her ear and looking up to stare into his eyes.

Bitch! He moaned out to himself. Can't she see that she's seducing him or isn't she aware of that? He asked himself, shuffling in his seat.

"Uhm...he doesn't like me." She said forcing out a smile but he could see the sadness in her eyes. She touched her lower lips with her tongue and gave it a suck which made him stiffen in his chair.

He suddenly wanted to give her a smack for doing that. "Why doesn't he like you?" He asked and stood up strolling towards her, the more he pulled closer, the more he could feel his own body heat rising.

She was scared to have him standing in front of her like that. She was craning up her neck, exposing so much of her neck beauty to him.

He lowered and squatted down in front of her, "Why does he hate you? He must have a reason for hating you so much."

Her eyes began to get wet all over again, the tears were streaming down her cheeks, with the pad of his thumb he grazed off the tears from her face.

"Hey..." his voice came out huskily but it was enough to get her attention to himself, she was blinking off the tears in her lashes while staring into his eyes giving him this ticklish feeling which was reaching his stomach and causing a lot of beautiful chaos in there.

"Don't cry. I'm here now. I can make you happy." He said softly trying to suppress the urge to hold her and feel out her neck.

The nape has been inviting him for a while now. "My father wishes I was never born."

"And I'm someone who loves it so much that you were born."

Her eyes dilated in warmth, "You do?" And he nodded his head while she threw her arms around him. "Thank you sir. Thank you for saying that. I've always wanted to hear that my whole life."

And he was trying so hard not to grunt out, her soft body was pressed against his and causing his whole being to rile up. He clenched his fist and tried to push her away but no, he loved the warm smell of her body which was fresh from the bathroom.

The nape was staring right into his face.

She was breathing on him. Her slim hands around his neck and pulling him closer. "Thank you so much." She said and then let him go.

She was pouting. He could see the color on her cheeks, they've gotten redder and he wanted to grab and chew on those cheeks of hers.

"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 to 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 with her, so many sweet shocks have been traveling around her body not to talk of 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 pass for him to do anything he wanted.

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

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

ALESSANDRO ANTONIO.

So the person who made her feel on top of the world yesterday was Antonio, the billionaire who she has always seen in papers, articles, TVs posing with his wife and children, his father in law included.

She didn't see him as someone who can smile or come to hotels to spend a night. Or even be so soft and tender with people. Or maybe he was that way to only her.

Butterflies filled her stomach. She finds it so hard to believe that she actually spent a night with Antonio.

She giggled holding onto the note, she dropped her feet to the floor and a ticklish feeling filled her body immediately, the aftermath of last night was still written all over her.

She looked around the room again, and her eyes fell on that couch... yeah, she could remember writhing in pleasure as she lay there and she could feel his presence.

His huge tall figure, his intense eyes, the feel of his touch on her skin. She stood up and went over to the couch with the note still in her hand.

The smell of him filled her nose. His cologne, his maleness was splattered on the couch and made the couch reek of him. She lowered and stuck her finger into it.

This is Antonio's cum. She thought to herself, filling her insides with raw need again. She wanted to see him again. To have sex with him again.

She wanted to hear him call her Bambino again. She wanted to hear him whisper soft words into her ears again.

She walked into the bathroom to see her dress already clean and well dried. He must've done that for her before leaving.

A tear dropped out of her eyes when she went over to the bathtub to see that the water was already prepared and filled with rose petals.

There was a note on top of the sink;

"A warm bath will make you feel better when you wake up, Bambino. Make sure to remember me each time you feel bad about your father."

From :

Alessandro Antonio